My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2825 -942: Go Wherever the Divine Spirit Says! Would the Divine Spirit Ever Harm You?_2

Thinking back to the wolf people who refused to retreat from this dire situation and remained hopeful for a turn in fate are all true loyalists of The Master of Hunting, all thugs who carry out the destruction of the Black Disaster to the extreme, and idiots who would hinder their race from climbing out of the mud one step at a time.

All previous emotions transformed into mockery at this moment.

Ah, the thugs yearning to meet the Divine Spirit finally received the response of the Evil God as they wished. In this way, when their crushed minds shatter in pain, their brutal bodies will likely proudly lift their chests, right?

What a dark humor!

The farewell performance at the funeral for The Master of Hunting couldn’t be more fitting.

It turns out the Master of Hunting isn’t all flaws; the Hunting Bro knows to gather up the trash he created before his exit. Look at that high quality; the shadows of the subspace should learn well!

Compared to the Barbarian Soldiers whose minds are shattered and filled with destructive intent, the Hunting Priests, who have a closer connection to the divine, can undeniably feel the “awesomeness of the Divine Spirit” more genuinely now. The eyes that were once fearfully apprehensive turn bright and determined.

They felt the presence of god through Grand Marshal Huggesen!

Without a doubt, their god has not fallen; He has merely transferred into the God’s Chosen in a manner befitting a hunter’s cunning.

The Divine Spirit is still here!

The Divine Spirit is now personally leading them!

The Divine Spirit is already among the believers, they will surely be invincible!

As the first priest let out a manic roar of satisfaction, like a wild ritual had begun, the cries filled with battle intent and destructive desire echoed among the swamp’s shadows, like a pack of hungry wolves swearing an oath to march, or like the destructive war dogs finally being unleashed.

Ultimately, in the blood-colored light flowing like a river, all the wolf people in the camp were infused with the will of The Master of Hunting, even the Throne Wolves entered an extremely dangerous aggressive stance.

This pleased The Master of Hunting enough to nod in satisfaction.

This is the state of mind He hoped to see from his followers.

There’s no need to think! Strategy and tactics are just weaklings’ consolations!

When possessing strength, it’s enough to draw your sword when seeing something displeasing. This world is a brutal hunting ground, where the weak cannot survive, only the strong can freely dominate everything and enjoy everything.

Civilization never should be the choice for wolf people, only by striding forward on the path of brutality and destruction does this race have even a hint of a chance to reach the top of the world.

He is a god molded by the savage faith of wolf people; no one understands the spiritual core and collective aspirations of this race better than Him. The repeated Black Disasters are struggles under survival pressure, but as things happen for the third or fourth time, the original reason no longer matters.

They desire to conquer the world, thus they have shaped themselves!

Their brutality and ruthlessness are founded on the realization of this goal.

The Master of Hunting never thinks there’s anything wrong with his attitude towards wolf people. He merely uses his thinking to help them conquer the world. When each wolf person’s mind is burning, when a thug sacrifices everything for his faith, as He absorbs the burning civilization to grow stronger, He will personally hammer the world into ruins, making wolf people the masters of these ruins.

Is there something wrong with my logic?

Haven’t I helped wolf people ascend to the throne of the World King?

“It’s because you weren’t diligent enough that I’ve been reduced to this! Waste, offer your meaningless lives to your god one last time.”

The Master of Hunting, riding the vanguard level Power Armor, gripping Huggesen’s Split Claw Warhammer, amidst the backdrop of lightning, faced the fanatically roaring and kneeling wolf people believers before Him and shouted loudly:

“Now, march! To the Swamp Forbidden Area! Shameless Vampire Murphy brought you one failure after another, but now, your god will punish him! Those failures and humiliations will end with a brutal destruction, and I am the Sword Bearer amidst the burning fire.

Set off!”

With the Master of Hunting’s wild roar, this last group of destruction-crazed thugs remaining in the swamp hopped on their Throne Wolves, raised their battle flags, and crowded their master like a noisy bloody torrent setting off for the Swamp Forbidden Area.

The last group to leave let the desire for destruction in their hearts run amok, igniting a fire in the camp.

The flames burned in the swamp, even igniting the explosives stacked there, which they didn’t take, because The Master of Hunting disliked these things that require brains to use well.

He has faith in a simple yet strange battle philosophy…

In any case, the fierce explosions and burning fires quickly alarmed the Avalon Believers active in the swamp.

After the collapse of the wolf people, these warriors launched a hunt from the Sacred Land of Avalon against them, as their way to offer loyalty to the Avalon God, and soon several teams of Witch Hunters and Druids approached the wolf people’s camp.

The released raptors quickly returned with the news that the burning camp was already empty.