My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank

Chapter 2778: Chapter 925: Divine Spirit? Bah, How Many Pints of Blood Does It Have?

"You know, it’s quite fitting."

Charging forward with Lady Shui, Brother Huozi, in the guise of a reindeer, spoke to his wife, who was shooting emerald-green arrows:

"Just feels like listening to this song in our current state has some sinister implications."

"That was Little Brother Fu’s childhood dream song, don’t overthink it, just charge, my dear big-horned reindeer beast."

"Hmm?"

Brother Huozi was about to discuss his recent nickname with his increasingly feisty wife when suddenly, the nearby giant shark shouted wildly:

"Wow, that was my favorite cartoon as a kid! Sister Lumi really gets me, who else understands? Family, this childhood melody has me so hyped up I’m about to explode. Endless power surging through me, brothers, charge!

Let’s slay them together!"

"Charge, charge, charge! Everyone, charge! Use whatever means to move forward! Now is the time to let rationality rest and let our primal instincts take over, abandoning all unrealistic desires, risking everything for life and existence.

The destined moment of men has arrived!"

Brother Meow, riding on a blood-red War Thorn Beast, howled as he led his comrades with a twisted army of plants to sweep forward.

At this moment, Lord Paryen, who was continuously gathering strength, protected at the center by all players and warriors, felt momentarily silent. This should have been his burden to bear, yet now he was the one being protected by the God Slayers...

"Don’t overthink it, my lord!"

Beside him, the Pure Love Knight Palano, seemingly crazed, shouted loudly on this dangerous battlefield:

"Look! The process of rushing towards glorious death is surprisingly beautiful... I’ve been completely conquered by the iron-blooded romance of foreigners, almost falling for their heart-stirring performances."

"The song is indeed good."

The lord said softly, maintaining a charging stance on the Flying Feather Unicorn’s saddle, determined not to waste this sacrifice, aiming to pierce the Divine Shrine with the deadly blade and end the God Slaying battle before dawn.

Further in the highlands behind, Ranger General Filoseer took off her battle helmet.

In a prayerful gesture, she pressed her war bow against the forest headband on her forehead, calling in a light tone:

"Adel... my lost homeland, please grant me your most ruthless anger, to fight for the survival of your children in the new homeland... In your name, may tonight’s feats be dedicated to those who sleep in eternal times past."

The Bright Moon Bow in her hand hummed, its dormant power awakened and used for the first time in this new era.

As Filoseer stood up and drew her bow, the world’s harsh grievances burst from it, changing the colors of the sky. Overhead, the night stars turned into reflections of Adel’s world at its collapse, the faint stars igniting with black memories fell with each light arrow Filoseer shot.

She wasn’t lying!

Released was the long-lost power of the Castilia Elf, creating a world-shocking meteor shower amid the warriors’ charge.

Every black energy meteor crashing down carried the world’s grievances, ruthlessly tearing apart the roaring Hunting War Spirits, each destroyed spirit speeding up the purification Lord Ofg was driving.

The scene was like the earth rolling over, Gaia’s power dispersing the filth, and as if the entire world was paving the way for the warriors! Under the roars of the Valande Knight and his steed’s stomp, it formed a blade moving forward, the God Slayers leaving behind a clean path.

Subspace’s presence, being suppressed, retreated, and Little Bach no longer pretended.

The old woman, skilled in manipulation spells like a deft puppeteer, drove her over twenty Psychic Spearheads with precise movements into the battlefield.

These no longer released feeble spells but acted like humanoid restrainers, containing the Hunting War Spirits trying to reform and the shattered divine energies, binding them within their modified bodies on the material world’s earth.

Layers of psychic runes wrapped around these "purification spearheads" like chains, forming mobile cages.

These were weapons developed specifically against the evil god’s war spirit servants and pollution tactics. The seized Psychic Spearheads’ bodies crumbled, yet they persisted until they became fragments under subspace energy impacts.

No need to mourn their grim fate; this was their deserved punishment!

"Ha, unstoppable!"

The enraged Commander Floyd crushed a blocking war spirit with a hammer, and under his roar, the giant shark leaped up, stepping on the weapon waved by the commander and, amidst strange cries of excitement, unleashed power to scatter the blood-red mist ahead.

Now close enough to the blood-enshrouded shrine, Lord Paryen, amidst the battlefield’s climactic sounds, charged forth on the unicorn.

He poured his strength entirely into the Holy Spear, like a blood meteor breaking through all barriers, with a crackling, resonant sound, thrusting the sharp, humming spear into the shrine.

Cracks spread from the impact point, drawing cheers from players and warriors alike.

They witnessed the shrine’s collapse, and from the crowd, amidst gunfire, Duke Pablo the Bloodfear looked up, recognizing this shot as the highlight of his life.

That bullet, imbued with six statuses, streaked past the lord withdrawing the Holy Spear, shattering the last standing Jackalope Deity Statue.

"We’ve won, we’ve won!"

Cheche and Gebao hugged, cheering, and Little Brother Fu, in ecstasy, prepared to log off. But higher up, Little Wei Ming seemed to have seen something terrifying, raising her hand and making a clucking sound.

The next second, in a blinding red light bursting forth like the rising sun, a towering Jackalope Giant Spirit emerged, dispelling the dust and striding upon the earth with a realm-tearing posture.

The cheers ceased abruptly, as if choked, and before them, the Master of Hunting prepared its flail, eyes brimming with destruction.

The lord was momentarily stunned.

He watched the Master of Hunting ready for a fatal strike above, the birth of the evil god... they had failed...

"Damn it!"

A roar snapped the lord from his defeatist thoughts. Turning back, he saw the giant shark uncorking the victory wine, drinking deeply, then charging the Master of Hunting with a roar and war axe swinging.

"Dare to flaunt your health bar before us? Ha, you’re done for now!"

"Bang"

The giant shark, wearing an exoskeleton of Rapid Hawk, soared skyward, becoming a burning blood-light smashing onto the Master of Hunting’s head, seemingly disrupting the evil god’s charge, slowing its flail’s descent slightly.

The headless Vam Slayer spun down from the sky, landing at Commander Floyd’s feet, who, breathing heavily, picked it up, feeling humiliated.

Fuck!

What foolishness had he committed, letting such a freakish giant shark steal the lead?

Damnit!

He felt fear, disgracing Boss Wam in doing so.

Time seemed to stand still.

The Master of Hunting hadn’t anticipated a mad vampire being its first material world welcome. The evil god felt jinxed but had yet to realize the gravity of the situation.

For the players witnessed, after the giant shark’s life-risking struggle, a subtle shift in the Master’s terrifyingly long health bar.

An astonishing six-digit damage number sprang from the Master of Hunting’s head.

Goodness gracious!

Truly daring to show your health bar?!

Well, don’t blame the brothers and sisters for not sparing you any mercy then.

Damn god, meet your end!