My Players Are So Fierce

Botana thought a lot about the fall of Blackflame Mountain Pass.

She had more than one plan, but it proved true that when you flaunt your plans to the world, claiming everything is smooth, the world always grabs you by the neck, gives you two slaps, and tells you it has its own plans for your fate.

First, Lord Hether unsealed the power of the Lord of Darkness, eradicating the plague spread by the Wolf People, single-handedly stopping their occupation and invasion of the entire position.

Facing a resurrecting ancient Evil God, no matter how stubborn the Pī zhǎo Clan might be, they could not possibly rush in for a reckless god-slaying action.

The elite troops of Grand Marshal Huggesen could only retreat.

The Wolf People thought they could only watch helplessly as the cowardly defenders of Blackflame Mountain Pass abandoned their leader and retreated, leaving the problem of the resurrecting Evil God to the Wolf People, who would inevitably find a way to cross the pass.

But as it turned out, when accidents occur, they are never just a simple sting.

Before the Wolf People could completely withdraw from the Blackflame Mountain Pass, a major Star-world Tear suddenly happened under the dominance of the Transia People at the Fortress of Courage.

Predicting trouble before the immense Spiritual Energy bombarded the border of the physical world, Botana, a Psychic Master, understood all too well the terrifying things such enormous Spiritual Energy could achieve, so she instantly ordered the quickest retreat.

Amid the chaos, she couldn’t find her cherished foster son and had to temporarily retreat in her luxurious war wagon.

However, the speed of the Star-world Tear’s arrival was much faster than she had anticipated.

This ambitious Matriarch of the Wolf People almost witnessed firsthand how the chaotic currents from the Star Realm swept down, completely swallowing the tens of thousands of troops of the Pī zhǎo Clan, so strong and unstoppable, so cruel and inhuman.

This nearly made Botana collapse.

She had no idea that the Transia People’s counterattack would come so fast, so insanely.

She was sure that the dangerous Star Realm currents, before destroying her stronghold, had first obliterated the Blackflame Mountain Pass; the once fortress positions were now swept into the Star Realm, and the road to Transylvania was now wide open.

Are these guys mad?

The impure storm of the Star Realm wouldn’t last forever.

Once the lingering corrupt energy dispersed, nothing would stop the wild advance of the Wolf People thereafter.

Without the Blackflame Mountain Pass, what do they plan to use to stop the violent Black Disaster from invading Transylvania?

Before the Potana Matriarch could think through the answer to this question, she saw Murphy’s giant bird descend from high up, and when their eyes met, the Claw Chief Mother roared curses at the damned Murphy and the Transia People headed for hell.

She was so angry.

So much so that she forgot a very important thing, which was that her position had been exposed.

“Mannis, do it!”

At Murphy’s call, the Endless One, waiting on the other end of the Star-world Tear, quietly extended its body from the rift, like a cunning snake cautiously probing, before rushing in for a feast once it confirmed there was no danger.

Although Mannis today hadn’t assumed its powerful form, the body of the “Snake that Moves Mountains” was big enough, with just its head as large as a house, its eyes with a time flow pattern like big bulbs in the dark, illuminating the area being washed by the corrupt energy of the Star Realm.

It flicked its scarlet tongue, and once confirming the dangerous chaotic currents had disappeared, swaggered out from the tear into the Star Realm.

A Half-god of the Star Realm had entered the material world!

This was a disastrous event that occurred no more than ten times over the past thousand years on the Continent.

At the moment Mannis entered Blackflame Mountain Pass, the rejection from the material world caused it to emit an uncomfortable shrill.

As the “Frontier Agreement” was still in effect, all creatures of the Star Realm entering here would encounter such rejection.

This restriction related to the creator’s residual power, so even with Alpha’s audacity opening a temporary border, Mannis’s stay would not be long.

It had to seize every second.

But fortunately, time was something in which the Ouroboros was always generous.

“Swoosh”

Like a ochre dragon, it made a spatial flash the moment it entered the material world, precisely appearing in the airspace where Spirit Vulture Revno was.

Seeing Mannis’s malicious eyes and the temporal breath brewing in its open jaws, the Claw Chief Mother, who was busy cursing the Transia People, suddenly shuddered.

At that moment, she belatedly realized a terrifying truth.

Namely, that triggering the Star-world Tear was not the end of the Transia People’s counterattack; their appetite was bigger than anyone imagined.

Their target was herself!

It was herself who waged war on Blackflame Mountain Pass!

“Oh, Master of Hunting.”

Usually not a believer, Botana in that instant only had time to crush a voodoo talisman she carried and prayed to the Master of Hunting for survival that night.

In the next moment, the sandy ochre-like temporal breath surged down from above.

This special breath did not have direct destructive power, but any life or object touched by the breath of the Endless One seemed placed in swiftly flowing time, disrupting the time flow of the area.