My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2789 -930: When Destiny Draws Near… (Part 2)

“So young and yet you can’t even beat a bunch of old folks? Maybe your kidneys are weak?”

“Hey! That’s not a joke to make!”

Feeling underestimated, Brother Cat felt his fighting spirit surge once more. He stepped with a thunderous sound, as if walking on the wind, charging with his sword towards the head of the Evil God.

He relished the competition and confrontation.

Especially when fighting alongside the one he admired, even though he had no idea how many times he’d need to win against her for their destinies to truly intertwine. But perhaps this question didn’t require much serious thought.

To walk with the tiger, one must first discard the ordinary step-by-step way of life, like two clouds starting a new life unrestrained, anticipating the day they finally merge.

However, their battle at the heights was indeed seen as a provocation by the Evil God, which resulted in a more direct response. The boiling filthy divine blood at The Master of Hunting’s half-skull wound materialized into the form of the Mad Jackalmen, spreading like a Blood Spirit, and in an instant, trapped Sister Pomegranate in a shaky desperate situation.

As she was besieged, a storm from a heavy blade descended from above. With intuition guiding her, she ducked, dodging it, allowing the heavy sword to sweep past and shatter the two ambushing Filthy Spirits in place.

“Why are you meddling?”

She snorted, while Brother Cat, who had landed, shrugged, reversed his grip on his sword, and said quietly:

“I heard the lockdown is about to be lifted. How about having a meal together?”

“Boring!”

“You didn’t refuse, so I’ll take that as a yes?”

“Hmph, let’s talk about it once we’re out alive.”

In this question and answer, both of them burst forth simultaneously in two directions, slaughtering outwards. More Blood Spirits were formed, trying to encircle these two overly arrogant guys, but they fell quickly under a sharp rain of arrows in the air.

Each arrow that hit would ignite a bright green flame, purifying the filthy creatures in the air.

“Those two are definitely crazy!”

On the ground, Lady Shui moved her somewhat sore arms and complained to her beloved husband, who had transformed into a white armored fierce tiger to assist in battle:

“We say ‘killing gods,’ but I always feel like those two are using this chance to date… Do you think they’re abnormal? They usually argue when they meet, but only become close during joint combat.

Am I getting too old to keep up with the trends of young people?”

“You’re not old at all, you’re at your most charming age.”

Brother Huozi, riding his white tiger form gained after ascending in silver, slaughtered all filthy creatures trying to approach his dear wife, speaking:

“Those two do have problems. This isn’t your fault. I can’t even imagine how explosive their life would be if they really got together. But they enjoy it, and that’s finding the right way to connect, so as elders, we should just smile.”

“You’re right.”

Lady Shui nodded, turned, drew her bow, and shot a powerful arrow that shattered a small creature released continuously by The Master of Hunting trying to sneak attack General Maxim from behind.

For a dying god, the most extreme form of resistance left could only be such a pathetic means.

But even if Lady Shui hadn’t helped, General Maxim didn’t need to worry about his back. The silent monster had already activated Skull Breaker to its most lethal third-tier mode, casting a vengeance blood rage against the Evil God like a warrior representing Transylvania, eager to repay the pain the Jackalmen brought to their land multiple-fold today.

All he needed to do was march forward boldly.

His love would cover his rear.

Holding her war bow, Lady Lainnia kept pace with the Monster General. Today, she fought in the armor of the Blood Covenant Clan under Lord Paryen’s lead, but she knew very well that this might be her last battle as a Blood Covenant Scion.

Once the Evil God falls, she would gain true freedom.

Thus, today’s battle held an additional layer of meaning for her…

“Boom”

With the impact of a blood-red meteor crashing, a judgmental light arrow landed at her feet, shattering the bizarre blood light trying to attack from below. When Lady Lainnia looked up in surprise, she saw her superior, Lord Yvette, looking down at her with disdain.

“Your excessive anticipation for love and freedom has turned you from a deadly assassin into a clawless cat, unable to sense hidden dangers. It seems like you’re truly no longer fit for the Blood Covenant Clan’s perilous warfare.

Useless!”

Sly Head shouted:

“I don’t need such a weak scion anymore. After the battle ends, go and enjoy your shameful life, and never appear before me again!”

“Lord Yvette…”

“Hmph, such an irritating weak expression. I spent a hundred years molding you into a warrior, and that white-haired one turned you back in just a few months. Ugh, it’s truly disgraceful.”

Yvette didn’t want to say anything more. Although this was all Master Morphy’s task, it was indeed the first time since becoming a vampire that she gave such a generous reward.

It felt like her treasure was taken away. Truly annoying.

So Sly Head turned away, drew the Shadow Spider Warbow, and shot the Evil God’s disgusting heart inside the chest cavity Lord Paryen had cleaved open.

Of course, divine spirits are symbolic aggregates, and they don’t die from having their hearts shattered like mortals do.