My Players Are So Fierce

As they cursed like this, Dasaen’s barrage filled with 666, and the interdimensional brothers loudly praised how well this wicked game’s “localization” was done, and how the character of this strange NPC was really damn awesome.

However, the half-god of Star Realm was still quite reliable.

With a gentle flick of its clock-shaped tail, the two lost fellows were sent back to the material world.

But Mannis was in a bad mood, so he deliberately threw them at an altitude of 500 meters.

Fortunately, Cheche can fly…

Just as Dasaen embraced his head and screamed while falling from high above, a pair of gigantic blood wings suddenly unfolded, and Cheche swiftly grabbed Saen’s hand, preventing him from embarrassingly crashing to death on the battlefield.

“Look!

Sir Morphy is down there!”

Cheche flapped his wings and descended, saying to the still shaken Dasaen:

“His chainsaw sword seems to have been upgraded.

Damn, this is way cooler than what regular players use.

I’ll drop you at the edge of the battlefield, and then…”

“No, no, no, just keep this camera angle!

This position is perfect for overhead shots.”

Dasaen activated the expert-level adventure assistant’s camera function on the Major’s arm and shouted to Cheche:

“Lower a bit, then take me around the battlefield!

I’ll gather some materials for editing later.”

“Edit your ass!

I’m here to fight.”

Cheche, annoyed beyond reason, originally intended to drop Saen for the Gnolls as a snack but, considering the near-miss he just caused, had to swallow his anger and took Saen for a high-speed spin above position number two.

This high-altitude view was perfect for filming such adrenaline-pumping large-scale activities as war.

In Saen’s adept camera work, the images in the live stream thrilled the audience.

Through Saen’s perspective, they could see the Winged Cavalry gathering on the gentle slope of position number three, preparing to charge under the lead of Grey Vulture Knight Valande, ready to trample into the battlefield.

They also saw Sir Morphy, shrouded in a blood-red glow like a cloak, wielding his chainsaw sword and leading Meow Brother and his group under the cover of Bloodwood Treemen, diving into the Wolf People’s fog of war.

They watched as Lady Shui and a few Avalon Nuns high above called upon Divine Power, performing Natural Purification to disperse massive poisonous fog patches and bestowed “Tranquil Rain” upon the soldiers on the position.

Lastly, they saw above position number three, the Grand Duke of Triss suspended over two crystals, guiding the lightning storm, looking like a “God” wrapped in thunder and crimson!

Not just the viewers, even Dasaen himself was getting pumped up.

He kept pulling out Molotov cocktails and grenades from his psychic package, tossing them to the ground, while continuously firing his trench gun from high above, just like a “human helicopter,” savoring the joy of a gunship’s thrill.

However, Cheche didn’t want to carry him forever.

After one loop, he dropped Dasaen to the ground and pointed behind him, where Old Qin was leading the warriors of the Hymn of Loyalty reviving from the respawn point.

Among these unlucky fellows, many didn’t even have full equipment, clearly because they “burst out” during last time’s hurried death.

This only made these already well-trained professionals more frustrated, and as Lord Qin raised the standard of “Loyalty’s Red,” along with the old soldier of Qing dynasty blowing the shrill melody on his brass trumpet, over 200 people charged in, shouting to kill.

They were extremely furious.

Breaking into the chaotic battlefield like splitting bamboo, they swept through each post with Lord Qin’s guidance, more wandering players joining them, and even the scattered Retinue Army enlisted with them.

“Vam, watch us!

Bear witness to us!

The victory of this blood battle shall be dedicated to you!”

The freshly revived Top Shark, wielding an axe, made a “victory leap” into the high air, tumbling down like a rock, chopping down a Wolf Man Rioter pursuing the newbie “Jade Little Wheat.”

With Jade Little Wheat’s disdainful gaze, Top Shark, like a primitive man, raised the head high.

Immediately, he heard Vam’s excited and joyful roar.

Though Top Shark was a player, he could be quite freakish, as it was how he enjoyed his fun, but he wasn’t stupid; he knew to make odd requests when the opponent is happy.

So he shouted loudly next:

“Please bestow Your Divine Power!

The foreign warriors will honor You with the blood of war!

The Fury’s might shall run rampant in this world!

Countless will chant Your name…”

“I don’t need weaklings’ prayers, nor do I wish to hear those weak whines.

You!

Top Shark, go kill them!

I want to hear their screams for fun!”

Vam directly responded:

“When 999 heads are offered, I shall answer your desires and thirst for blood!”

[Ding!]

During the intense battle, a full-server announcement appeared on all players’ screens:

[The chaotic war has caught the Fury’s attention!

Vam wants to see 999 heads offered as sacrifices, only then will He bestow victory!

Current number of sacrifices: 7!]

“Damn it!

I knew it.”

Bursting through the lines with Sir Morphy, Brother Meow swore vehemently, thinking these gods are all messed up.

If you want to give Divine Power, just give it; why do you have to act like it’s a trade?

Though he cursed inwardly, Vam’s assistance was clearly needed by them, so at position number two, every player would shout Vam’s name while killing Wolf People or Gnolls.