My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2788 -930: When Destiny Is Right Before Your Eyes…

The only remaining eye was filled with blood-red, still as aloof and mad as when it first appeared, reflecting the world’s malice, it could still roar, its voice shaking the earth, like a civilization of countless years of barbarism forging its ugliest side into shape.

That is the emblem of evil, the embodiment of barbarism, the manifestation of invasion.

It never belonged to the side of civilization’s progress since its inception.

And now, close to defeat, the besieged shattered Giant Spirit was unwilling to acknowledge its imminent demise, summoning its incapable servants to aid it, yet neither the eerie Hunting War Spirits nor the fanatical Jackal Barbarians could respond.

In the scorched soil struck by the black light arrows descending from the sky, there were no blades or arrows left to hunt, the savage and violent servants perished between heaven and earth before their master.

It was alone once again.

Much like when it was molded by that Jackal leader a century ago.

The Master of Hunting, leaning on the fractured throne, was too weak to even hold a weapon; in such a dire state, even without the siege by these abhorred God Slayers, this newly born Evil God would self-destruct from shattered divinity within an hour.

The “death notice” was even issued personally by the Chaos Shadows that created it.

The “blade” crafted by the creator striking the divine core was an event unprecedented even in the ancient war between light and dark, causing even the seasoned astral shadows to marvel: How unlucky must one be to endure such torment?

But none of this mattered anymore.

As time ticked slowly away, the Master of Hunting was only a few breaths away from its final fall, yet it did not intend to meet its end in peace.

After all, the things that created it were never calm, just like a clamor that once stopped could no longer draw attention.

“Get lost!”

The divine roar bore vibration and shock, with impurity from its astral essence spreading and eroding in all directions, forcing the frantically harming players to immediately retreat.

The shield holders stepped forward with giant strides, planting their divinely blessed heavy shields on the ground, forming zones of divine protection to shield their brothers from the Evil God’s dying counterattack.

Meanwhile, the daring ones used their agility to climb onto the once untouchable body of the Evil God, utilizing close-range combat to evade the outward-spreading threat.

Niu Niu and the other Vampire Players spread their wings, demolishing the Master of Hunting’s fractured shell from above. The greatest advantage of having wings was upgrading the battlefield from two-dimensional to three-dimensional, thus mastering the sky.

Like a flock of carrion crows catching the scent of death, they began to feast on the dying being.

“Get up here!”

Niu Niu, wielding a greatsword, thrust his glimmering weapon into the Evil God’s back from behind, leaving another scar as he dove downwards; his flight path was fierce yet agile, having mastered the combat techniques of the Blood Vulture Clan. While dodging the foul AOE waves, he grabbed hold of his sister’s outstretched hand, throwing her mid-air, recreating an iconic scene from the descent of the Saint Heir, propelling Sister Pomegranate like an arrow into even higher altitudes.

Her long hair flew as she climbed, her shining eyes filled with joy and excitement in the face of a formidable foe.

Like a tiger refusing to hibernate, hunting in the dangerous jungle, only the blood and flesh of a strong enemy could nourish that ever more unrestrained free spirit, showcasing a boldness unattainable in her original life path.

This made her even more graceful and eye-catching.

“Bang”

Landing on the Evil God’s arm rolling, with the Martial Monk’s Qi exploding, made each strike of Spirit Machine Slash become deadly. The four sets of five-digit damage exploding upfront made this Valkyrie extremely satisfied.

Although bullying a dying god didn’t showcase martial virtue, every bit of progress in personal cultivation filled her with a sense of accomplishment.

However, the confident smile vanished in the next instant.

For the dangerous peak she thought she alone climbed already had another annoying fellow standing there.

“I say, you came a bit too late, didn’t you?”

Brother Cat, wielding the Sanghai Fierce Sun Greatsword, had just completed a heavy strike on the Evil God’s neck, and under the rainbow cloud backdrop formed by the shattering crimson light, the bloodstained Sword Saint looked at the Valkyrie with a relaxed but watchful pose, teasingly saying:

“Didn’t you eat enough today? Why are you so far behind me on the damage leaderboard?”

“Are you first?”

Sister Pomegranate asked coldly, Brother Cat shrugged, glanced at the DPS rankings on the Adventure Assistant, his damage didn’t even reach the top three, with Teacher Li and Master Yang leading, those old guys were clearly determined to show off to the younger generation today.

They even created a gap in the DPS behind them, can you believe it?

If Old Qin were here, they might truly enact an old man youthful reckless fervor—what is this elderly passion anime?

“Since you’re not first, what’s there to be proud of?”

She quickly flashed past the Sword Saint, mockingly: