My Players Are So Fierce

The vampire young lady made a sound argument, but when facing divine beings, having a sound argument doesn’t always allow you to refuse some requests.

Natalie has indeed just become the chosen of the God of Nature, but her powers are still in the growing phase, and Avalon doesn’t dare to grant her too much divine power in case it overwhelms Old Feinock’s daughter.

However, the divine power seed within Phemys doesn’t have this issue.

As long as the young lady cooperates, Avalon can continuously apply the great power of nature onto the battlefield through this seed.

For instance, right now, the young lady, who originally wanted to summon a meteor to retaliate, had to interrupt her spiritual energy.

She spread her enormous wings to hover in the air, holding a magic wand in her left hand while forming a cross symbol with her right.

Then, the crimson seed inside her started to vibrate, and wild natural psychic power spread outward with her as the center.

The next moment, a natural rain with extreme healing power gently descended.

The emerald green raindrops weren’t tangible, but as soon as they contacted a player’s body, they applied the highest level of healing or rejuvenation skill.

When the raindrops touched the ground, the deeply buried seeds quickly sprouted and bloomed.

Treants emerged from underground, forming temporary “natural wardens” with the nearest players.

Each player was assigned three or four treants as bodyguards, giving them an overwhelming sense of security.

As the rain spread wider, more natural enhancements were equally applied to every player.

Even the vampire players were included in the enhancements.

Huh?

Aren’t we supposed to be the outcasts?

Why is Avalon being so nice to us?

Getting both buffs and bodyguards, I mean, it makes one feel a bit embarrassed.

Avalon is handing out benefits, but the North Wind Wolf’s response is direct and crisp.

While punching and fighting, the martial monk Turner, who was breaking through enemy lines, sensed the will of the God of the North Wind.

In the next moment, he swung a heavy fist, gathering divine power in his hand and smashed it into the ground.

“Boom”

The earth faced by the Jackal army shattered, burying over thirty Jackal men in one strike, but that wasn’t the point.

This punch merely served the effect of a “whistle”.

In Turner’s wolf howl, gray, cold misted air swirled into the battlefield.

Amidst the curious eyes of players and Jackal men, a chorus of wolf howls resonated in the mist.

Then, to the astonishment of Murphy and Phemys as they turned around, they saw mist-like wolf spirits charging from the night.

Those ethereal spiritual bodies hunted like real wild wolves, storming into the Jackal men’s center to begin their massacre.

Some spectral wolf spirits emerged from the shadows of the players and, just like the temporary natural wardens provided by Avalon, a temporary feral contract was formed at that moment, giving the players an additional spectral wolf as a temporary bodyguard.

Well…

The usually cold and proud God of the North Wind is quite generous tonight, isn’t he?

Not only offering enhancements and bodyguards but even letting his wolf spirits participate directly in the battle?

Damn!

Our Transia people’s reputation is so esteemed, having Avalon and the North Wind Wolf serving us simultaneously.

Could such fortune be any smaller?

But the ignorant little players got it wrong this time.

Those attending to them now aren’t just Avalon and the God of the North Wind, but also the Fury, Vam, who had been developing his favorite believers in secret.

It was really just an “accident” that Vam appeared tonight.

Compared to old star spirits like Avalon and Su, he was just a “junior”.

He appeared tonight because his holy war axe, Vam’s Executioner, had been picked up by the Jackal men, which was something the face-valued Vam couldn’t tolerate.

However, after he arrived, he saw Avalon and the God of the North Wind eagerly blessing the Transia people, their stance not really as if they were helping in the war but more like flattering and enticing these foreigners to enjoy themselves in their temples.

Such ingratiating behavior by the old star spirits immediately filled Vam with disdain.

The Fury understood that these foreigners weren’t afraid to die, were deeply emotional and had intense moods, and most critically, their numbers would only grow more numerous, and they held no concept of good or evil.

They might even dare to slaughter gods if there were rewards!

The Fury understood the idea of wanting to recruit players, and he was indeed tempted, but did they have to be this groveling?

It’s truly disgraceful for divine beings!

Vam, holding his status, originally didn’t intend to participate, only wishing to retrieve his holy war axe on Earth.

However, Avalon soon sent him a secret message.

Vam was left speechless after receiving the message.

Alright!

I was wondering why you two old coffins were serving those foreigners so diligently, and it turns out their lord is the legendary Alpha?

Really!

Such a golden opportunity almost slipped away, if I could build a good relationship with the Alpha left by the creator, even for a divine spirit…

mm, let alone that I never got along with the God of the North Wind in the first place!

How can I allow that damn Su to have his way tonight?

“Fury!

Rise in fury, slaughter, and fight!

Victory is but a mere trifle, only eternal battle can heal a cowardly soul!”

The indistinct roar exploded by each player’s ear, and then the third level of war god empowerment from the Fury, Vam, was applied to every player still fighting, enabling them to experience the treatment similar to the giant shark a few days ago.

The scarlet armor of rage enveloped them, prompting even psychic players to bellow battle cries at the Jackal men before them.

Three divine spirits!

Three divine powers!

Three enhancements applied without reservation to the Transia foreigners tonight, and with such a battle strength boost, let alone already fierce players, if you gave this boost to a dog, it could bite its way from one end of the Jackal Man formation to the other.

Seeing this scene, the Grand Marshal Hurley was utterly overwhelmed.

He originally thought he had a chance to retreat, but upon witnessing the triple summons of Avalon, the God of the North Wind, and the Fury applied to their opponents, the spectacle even prompted Hurley to feel a desperate sense of “Heaven wants to ruin me, it’s not a fault of war”.

His reassembled vanguard collapsed within fifteen minutes.

His central army held out a bit longer, but even then, only thirty minutes later, those cursed Transia people had encircled Hurley and his last defenders.

The Grand Marshal gripped his war axe, planning a desperate battle.

Meanwhile, Old Qin spat to the side with a rifle bayonet in hand, cursing as the commander watched the last 671 surviving players united against their enemy:

“The axe in your hand!

That doesn’t belong to you!

Jackal thief, drop it…

we will give you a swift end!”