My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank

Chapter 2772: Chapter 924: Witness the (Physical) Power of This Fiery Faith!_3

Just as the Wise Wolf relished the devotion to the creator through battle, the danger alert on the Wise Wolf Armor suddenly lit up, handing over the combat to the AI, which swiftly turned its double claws to intercept the blood-colored "light cannon" coming from the flank.

This was a powerful spiritual energy blast unleashed by Chieftain Amot harnessing divine power.

The strike was fierce enough to reduce the energy matrix capacity of the Wise Wolf Armor by half, its force splattered all around, even triggering a spiritual echo that produced continuous explosions. Amidst the lingering bloody flames, the black wolf-shaped battle armor tore through the night like a storm and arrived before Amot, swinging its power claw at the fatigued Blood Scar Clan Leader.

The latter dodged a strike with a flash spell and mental transmission but was soon pounced on again by the power armor. It was only when face to face with this armor did Amot realize its true terrifying power was beyond mortal battlefields.

"Amot? Amot Bloodscar!"

Hog recognized its identity from its outfit and scolded with a distorted voice:

"I am Wise Wolf Hog, the guide and loyal servant of the Guardian of Creation! Surrender immediately, renounce the brutal worship of The Master of Hunting, and you still have a chance to lead your people back to the true faith!"

"Ha, a priest preaching to another priest."

Amot sneered while dodging continuously:

"But you are a small fry, I see your weakness and fragility, like a dung heap in a mud pit! The god you worship actually chose a coward like you hiding in iron to be their representative, showing your god is also a coward!

You audaciously shout to slay gods, truly arrogant, I see the divine power of Avalon, Gaia, and Su shining, yet where is the divine power of your creator? Your god sends you to die while not daring to show its face?

Such a weak god could never be accepted by the Wolf People!

You fool, how could a pack destined to conquer be led by a dog!"

"You don’t understand what kind of power the creator has granted us, and I’m not interested in explaining it to you, you sharp-tongued evil wolf, it’s a pity I’m not here to debate with you."

Hog simply ignored the provocation.

Since the other party is unwilling to change its wrong belief spiritually, let it physically feel the power of the creator, teaching it with a broken bone not to speak rashly about things it cannot understand.

"Bang"

The power claw wrapped with a dissolving blade slashed down, a brief contact tearing through Amot’s Golden One body, and as the blood-stained arm flew out amidst Amot’s screams, Hog scolded:

"One last chance..."

"To hell with you."

This was Amot’s response.

It dragged its bleeding body and broken staff towards Hog, looking like a barbarian, its bloody eyes full of ferocity, its crushed teeth stained with blood making it terrifying and insane, just like this civilization steeped for years in barbarism.

"Poof"

Its blood-stained claw struck the helmet of the Wise Wolf Armor, causing no damage but instead shattering its hand bone due to excessive force, and the power claw of the Wise Wolf also tore apart Amot’s body, completely ending its life.

This was the first Golden One Hog killed, but certainly not the last.

Yet when Amot’s shattered body fell to the ground, a strange burst of laughter echoed in Hog’s heart.

The flashing phantoms before his eyes dragged Hog into a blood-colored illusion, making the Wise Wolf realize he was under a peculiar psychological attack. No, Amot’s death itself was the method of unleashing this mental attack.

He had fallen victim.

"Look, your soul is just as cowardly as your exterior!"

Appearing in the mental illusion, Chieftain Amot mockingly examined Hog at a soul level, showing its teeth as it spoke:

"Such a feeble spirit and body I wouldn’t have glanced at in the past, but you, lucky fellow, wield an invincible machine, truly laughable! I will tear apart your soul, seize your weapon, and offer it to the supreme divine spirit, and I will be rewarded...

Thank you, Wise Wolf, thank you for personally sending me into that Hunting Hall."

"It’s one thing to call me a coward, but didn’t you check who else might be here besides me before you came?"

Hog sighed in a rather resigned tone:

"I didn’t activate the mental defense of the Wise Wolf Armor because I couldn’t, but because it wasn’t necessary, Lord Amot, I set a trap for myself knowing one day it would prove useful.

Look!

You are that self-proclaimed foolish fish, now let me temporarily step back, leaving the stage to another presence temporarily residing in my body.

That distinguished individual has a lot to discuss with you, the current helmsman of Blood Scar Clan."

After speaking, Hog’s figure bizarrely vanished from this mental illusion, later in Amot’s stunned gaze, a tall, imposing figure flexed its shoulders and claws, easily tearing apart the malicious illusion it had set, appearing before it in a regal, kingly manner.

"If I recall correctly, the original Clan Leader of Blood Scar should have been called ’Hatton,’ right?"

The long-slumbering King of Bone Biting stared at the petrified Amot, saying:

"That guy assisted me in establishing the shrine and fabricating beliefs as a Hunting Priest back in the day, loyal Sunk warned me about that guy’s ambition, but I didn’t realize such a worthless worm would dare in my absence to stir such a big storm in my name.

Sigh, as expected, when you encounter a bug, you must crush it, leaving it mercilessly only creates future trouble.

So, bug...

how do you want to die?"