My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 3004 -1000: Now It’s Our Turn! Warriors of the Sun God, Drive Those White Devils into the Sea!!!

The warriors of the Earth Clan stationed in the north are the most burly and brave.

They wear the furs of brown bears, gray wolves, and lions, holding Obsidian Flame Warblades and Mechanical Bucklers, with war paints and divine symbols praising the earth painted on their faces.

They have suffered greatly in the continuous wars with the brutal invaders for years and are restless with the ongoing conflict, eagerly awaiting the divine will conveyed by King Osiris.

The warriors of the Fire Clan stationed in the south are the most passionate and unrestrained.

They hold the Sun Holy Emblem, Feathered Serpent Incense Burner, and the Fire Staff that measures the earth, and will raise high the Sun God Shrine made from the enemy’s skulls, singing the cleansing power of the Solar Fire.

Although the Fire Clan has not intervened much in the northern wars over the years, they feel the blood and tears of their brother clans and have sworn a solemn oath to advance and retreat with their fellow tribesmen.

The warriors of the Artisan God Clan stationed in the Machuute Holy City are low-key and reserved.

Their attire is not as extravagant as the other clans, but their uniform and tidy black attire symbolizes unparalleled discipline. They carry the equipment needed to find sacred artifacts and open their goggles to glance at the Great Pyramid.

The always dignified Chieftain of the Artisan God Clan looks somewhat worried.

This is understandable, after all, just half a day before the ritual to worship the gods began, they lost the protection of the Craftsman God who forged the world, and most of the Craft God’s Legacy they held became unusable.

This unexpected event has left the Artisan God Clan anxious, making them even more eager to hear the oracle from the great Feathered Serpent God.

Lastly, there is the Sky Clan led by King Osiris.

The most valiant Samurai among them have radiant wings growing from their backs, holding Mechanical War Spears with red ribbons, floating in the air, while the wise Priests sing the sacred songs for battle, revealing the day’s divine will in a cryptic manner before the kingdom’s warriors.

King Osiris’s gaze sweeps across the surroundings, his sharp eyes like a deep pond reflecting nothing of emotion, but just now, he has indeed received a clear oracle from the Feathered Serpent God.

“Bring up the captives!”

Ruling the sky and land, commanding fire and storm, the King taps the ground with his war spear, his deep voice resonating from the Great Pyramid to all directions, silencing the whole ceremony as the Executioners with exaggerated muscles covered in sacred oil and wearing bloodthirsty wolf masks drag a wretched captive before the Sky King.

The captive curses even as doom approaches:

“The Twilight Moment will surely come! You foolish barbarians! You will all be burned to ashes in the twilight fire, in the embers of your land, the beautiful night of death will finally come!”

“Puff”

The sharp war spear pierces his heart, then, under the Sky King’s skillful martial technique, arcs through a fatal trajectory to sever the captive’s head, soiled blood dripping onto the altar like seeds falling to ignite the scorching Solar Fire.

King Osiris bends down to lift the ugly head high.

Amid the cheers of countless warriors, he announces loudly:

“The merciful Craftsman God has withdrawn the power of the Divine Artifacts stolen by the invaders, taking away the White Devils’ flaunted weapons, preventing them from using the divine greatness to wreak havoc on the sun-lit earth.

The supreme Feathered Serpent God has also delivered an oracle!

He awaits the children of the sun to use their courage to expel the White Devils from this sacred land, ah, the gods are always merciful, but we believers are not! The gods wish to see the defeat of the White Devils, but we more wish for the dishonorable invaders to meet their end here!

Aztec warriors, I command you to march with me northward to the fallen lands and repay the slaughtered one’s fury a hundredfold!

This battle, we take no prisoners!

This ‘Sunset Expedition’ in the name of gods will not end until the last White Devil and their ruthless minions are driven into the merciless sea to drown!”

“Roar!”

The king’s war command is met with the warriors’ courageous shouts.

The Earth Clan is the most fervent among them, having lost too many tribesmen in over a decade of fighting the White Devils, and the entire nomadic tribes of the Holy Spirit Plain nearly wiped out, with weeping skulls buried beneath every inch of its fertile land.

Even though the Craftsman God, in reclaiming the stolen Divine Artifacts from the White Devils, also “accidentally” took the power from Aztec’s own artifacts, it doesn’t matter.

The Feathered Serpent God still protects the Aztec warriors!

After the Craftsman God reclaimed the divine power, on this battlefield belonging to mortals, the end for those White Devils chanting twilight evils is near.

The fervent warriors prepare to set out, and the first words of the Sky King after returning to the temple following his war declaration are:

“Immediately dispatch the strongest Sky Warriors to the old Continent, find my daughter Qiuchote, and ascertain the true will of the Craftsman God… although the White Devils face annihilation, without those Divine Artifacts, how will we guard the great forest that leads to The Heart of the World?

We must obtain the Craftsman God’s oracle, at all costs!”