My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2856 -952: Aftershocks Rising (Part 3)

The Slave Master shifted the topic awkwardly.

After learning that his faction had been wiped out with a single stroke of God’s Scepter by Murphy, he found it hard to answer the question of “what exactly he had protected” with confidence.

Perhaps due to the impact of this event, the Slave Master lost interest in feigning agreement with the Jackal Tribe Chief in front of him, and directly said:

“I have brought a remedy that can cure the warriors under your command of their mental plague. They are not as steadfast as you, merely relying on personal goals and ambitions to lead a fulfilling life. Life is always fragile and needs a spiritual pillar; now that their spiritual pillar has collapsed, they have lost the courage and will to continue.

The best solution is actually much simpler than you think. Since they need to worship something, then after the fall of The Master of Hunting, just find them a new pillar.”

“Sounds simple!”

King Bite Bone sneered and said:

“On this continent, go ahead and find me a god willing to accept the faith of the Wolf People! Moreover, such a conversion of faith isn’t a matter of a day or two. If this is the solution you’re offering, then I’ll kindly ask you to leave with the blade in my hand.

You’re simply wasting my time!”

“Well, the matter indeed involves the complexity of faith, and I have no intention of dissecting the essence of faith here with you in an endless debate with no result.

You just need to know, The Master of Hunting altered the minds of your warriors, making them strong yet also weak. When they cannot feel the presence of the Divine Spirit, it’s as if a piece of their soul is missing, causing them discomfort.

Therefore, to accurately speak, this spreading mental plague is not so much a matter of faith, but rather a lack of call and response.”

The Slave Master shook his head and said:

“Your soldiers do not need faith; they merely crave a response. No god in this world will respond to the call of the Wolf People, but outside this world, there are plenty of forces willing to respond.

For example, the Lord of Darkness currently floating in the Star Realm, or the Nightmare Tyrant awaiting awakening from the dream in the Baphomet Underground Palace, and those past Old Gods trapped in the prison of divinity; this is truly an easily solvable problem.

But I know you won’t allow your soldiers to worship such weak masters.

Therefore, I present to you a perfect object of confession, an entity that requires nothing from you but will generously provide your souls with responses and support.

It will respond not only to your spiritual call and weak desire for care but will even generously grant you a power stronger than what The Master of Hunting could give.

It’s called ‘Original Sin’…”

The Slave Master took a sculpture carved from strange black crystal from his pocket, an odd conglomeration as if shaped by taking pieces from all things in the world.

He placed it in front of King Bite Bone, letting it float in the air, and said to Gehrman·Bonebite:

“You may not believe me, trust is always costly, especially between strangers. But why not give it a try? Considering the situation you’re facing now, I imagine you don’t have much time left to hesitate.

Most importantly, if you are already in Hell, then you can only pray for mercy from the devil.

This is not something good, but it can help you and is willing to help you.

Isn’t that enough?

Anyway, for conquerors like you, you have always understood the cost of victory is exceedingly high. Compared to corruption, you fear failure more.

Additionally, I must present a very personal gift to you on behalf of Twilight.”

The Slave Master took a vial radiating an amber glow from his other pocket and handed it to Gehrman·Bonebite, saying:

“Elixir of Immortality…”

“? You’re joking, aren’t you?”

King Bite Bone sneered and said:

“The so-called ‘Elixir of Immortality’ is just a baseless legend!”

“Well, I have a different view on the answer to this question. Perhaps when you find yourself in a desperate situation, you’ll wish it were more than just a simple legend.”

The Slave Master smiled, saying:

“The choice is entirely yours; when one day you face the risk of death, you can choose to drink it all at once, or smash it on the ground, facing cold and violent death with bravery.

But please remember.

If you use this precious elixir of immortality, it means you owe us a hugely significant favor, and favors need to be repaid. You will face choice, and I believe by then, you will make the right choice.

By the way, Marshal Loren is planning an offensive on the front lines. In six hours, they will launch a devastating attack on the two groups of marauders you’ve arranged on the wings.

That means even if you start deploying troops now, it might not be soon enough. Your intimidation tactics are about to be exposed; once the other side knows the current situation of the Wolf People, the outcome waiting for you will predictably be unfavorable…”

The Slave Master pointed at the floating black crystal sculpture, placing a stopwatch with six-hour countdown beside it, softly saying:

“Tick-tock, time waits for no one, my Chieftain… I don’t know how long you’ll take to create a miracle, but unfortunately, you only have six hours left.

Come on.

Become a conqueror and shake the world, or fall as a clown and amuse the world.”