Free Web NovelChapter 2794: Chapter 932: Murphy’s Response to the Dusk’s Persistent Provocation Is...
"Did we really take Him down?"
Covered in blood, Brother Meow leaned on his great axe, panting hard. He stared in disbelief at the shattered throne ahead, where bloodlight still swirled. The Master of Hunting’s torso, blown in half, had already perished the instant it collapsed. In that spray of blood-sand like shaved ice, only some bone-like things scattered across this Divine Kingdom that was on the verge of collapse.
Even now Brother Meow still felt like he was dreaming. He slapped his own face, then said to Niu Niu, who was also leaning on his weapon and gasping for breath beside him:
"We really killed a god? That wasn’t as hard as I imagined. Lord Paryen popped his skills and tanked in front, we just flanked around and kept hacking away from behind. Those five-digit damage numbers looked gorgeous, downright satisfying."
"Aren’t you just talking nonsense?"
Niu Niu, bracing himself on his greatsword, complained:
"First the Master of Hunting had his Shrine destroyed and was forced to wake up early, so He wasn’t at full power. Then He ate one of Sir Morphy’s Star-Shattering Earthquakes. I still don’t know what the hell that thing is, but He definitely took the full damage. Not only did He get blown down to a third of Himself, even the Divine Kingdom got blasted apart. By the time we rushed in, He only had one last breath left.
I feel like even if we hadn’t touched Him, He would’ve ended up dying from his injuries anyway."
"Exactly, exactly!"
Three Five Battles, standing nearby, wiped the blood off his face. While bending down to pick up the "Divine Bones" that had dropped on the ground, he chimed in:
"Before this, He smashed a quarter of our people into paste with one hammer blow, but just look at Him just now—He was in no better shape than a dead dog. He couldn’t even punch through the buff state the gods granted us. That doesn’t qualify as godslaying at all.
At best, you’d call that beating a drowning dog!
And sure, those crit numbers looked great, but I watched the HP bar. Even in the execution phase, 70% of the damage was done by Lord Paryen and the NPCs. All we did was give this Evil God a pedicure."
"But no matter how you put it, we still personally killed a god!"
Brother Meow immediately got smug. He pulled out his pipe but didn’t light it. Instead, he struck a victorious post-battle pose in front of the shattered throne, having the rest of the party help him take some cool photos to commemorate this glorious moment.
The others also took pictures at different spots as keepsakes, racing against the complete collapse of the Divine Kingdom to document their towering achievement. Still, some more practical-minded players like Three Five Battles were already looting the drops. But whenever they picked up those Divine Bones that looked like blood jade, all the info they got from Item Identification was a bunch of "???"
Clearly these items were too high-tier; with the players’ castrated Item Identification, there was no way to figure them out. As for the NPCs, they were currently whispering among themselves by the things the Master of Hunting left behind after His death.
"He ran..."
Granny Bach clutched her chest, trying to get the heart that had nearly stopped from spell overcast during the battle to settle down. In a low voice, she said to the expressionless Lord Paryen:
"That brutal fiend always presented Himself to the world as a madman, but in the end He still revealed His cowardly nature. Once He realized He would die today, He transferred away His divine soul condensed from the symbol of His faith.
I don’t know where it went, but the only thing we killed was His body."
She had used the Circle Tower’s secret technique to examine the remnants, then glanced at the strange crystals left in the shattered throne, took a breath and said:
"Luckily His godhood is completely broken. Even if we can’t drag Him back, He won’t be able to stir up any real trouble in the future."
"You can’t expect a consciousness born from brutal slaughter to understand what it means to die bravely. Honestly, I’m not surprised by this outcome at all."
The Lord didn’t give any of the other NPCs who took part in the battle a chance to touch the godhood. He took out a specially-made Sanghai-style mechanical box, put the shattered crystals into it, then took off his own tattered cloak and wrapped the box up.
This thing obviously couldn’t go into a Psychic package. Judging from the Lord’s stance, he wasn’t planning to take this burden off his back before he finished dealing with it.
"Those scattered Divine Bones contain the Master of Hunting’s already-shattered divine authority. Are you really okay with just handing them over to these outsiders?"
Ranger General Filoseer, war bow slung on her back, used her bandage-wrapped fingers to brush back her hair. She was also exhausted after the great battle, but right now she was still watching the players with their butts in the air picking up Divine Bones. She said:
"They might not be overly dangerous, but you’re all really not going to keep something this precious? With a few special techniques, these Divine Bones can be forged into extremely fine weapons with great symbolic meaning."
"They are rewards for the heroic spirits, and they are what those spirits deserve."
The Duke of Blood Fear, silver firegun on his back, tossed a pouch of collected Divine Bones up and down in his hand. For once, he spoke quite solemnly to the others:
"Just now... I’m not afraid to embarrass myself here—when the Master of Hunting appeared, I almost turned around and ran. To be honest, when I personally witnessed an Evil God being born right before my eyes, my first instinct was not to fight.
But only after that brave outsider threw his axe with his own hands while all of us were scared stiff did we remember why we came here in the first place!
I’m a pirate, everyone.
I’ve never been a hero and I never intended to be one. But I have to admit, if it weren’t for them today, things would’ve ended very badly for us."
