My Players Are So Fierce

Under the guard of the God’s Chosen for Hunting, it strode into the depths of Moss Valley ahead, where a ritual had been prepared.

Huggesen would receive the divine power from The Master of Hunting there, becoming His representative in the material world.

Manson did not accompany him.

He had to convey Huggesen’s request to High Priest Amot, but before leaving, the Blood Scar Priest squinted his eyes as he watched Huggesen depart.

After the Grand Marshal completely disappeared, he summoned a Blood Scar Priest and instructed:

“Send someone to investigate where Huggesen went today.

If he’s had contact with anyone outside of the Pī zhǎo Clan, capture them but do it discreetly.”

The priest nodded and turned away.

Manson sighed.

If he could, he didn’t want to guard so strictly on such matters.

If the investigation were exposed, it would undoubtedly enrage Huggesen.

But the problem lies in his bloodline’s significant importance to the Hyena Wolfman.

The legendary King of Bone Biting was incredibly miraculous, and even the faith of the Church of The Master of Hunting was entirely summarized and established by Lord Felix.

It’s really hard to say whether the power of the god can completely control the bloodline of the King of Bone Biting.

If Huggesen showed any unsettling signs during this process, then Manson’s secret investigation would be very necessary.

This is a simple truth.

A dangerous lone wolf will never be coerced.

To tame a lone wolf without being bitten to death, you have to put a bridle on it.

Speaking of the God’s Chosen ritual itself, it wasn’t as mysterious as Huggesen imagined, nor did it involve any outrageous divine trial—not that the Blood Scar Clan didn’t want to make the ceremony more solemn.

The main reason was that the Master of Hunting had yet to be born, and its godhood and appearance had yet to be fully formed.

Even with a grand ceremony, it would be difficult to truly connect with the Master of Hunting.

Moreover, there was still a war going on, so everything was simplified.

In a thousand-year-old cave at the deepest part of Moss Valley, Huggesen carried the Wolf Blood Holy Sword, leading Death Claw forward.

Along the way, the hunting electors stood like sculptures in their positions.

There was no emotion in their eyes, as if their souls had been hollowed out and filled with some indescribable stuff.

Huggesen knew this was his future.

These electors were downgraded versions of God’s Chosen.

They were the most outstanding and excellent Hyena Wolfman warriors of the Dark Mountain Range, but they had been transformed into servants of the god.

In name, this was a great sacrifice, but no matter how good it sounded, it didn’t change the cruelty and ruthlessness of the process.

The Grand Marshal was not an uninformed guy.

He had encountered the Earth Priests of the Silver Dwarfs on the battlefield of Blackflame Mountain Pass.

In theory, those priests also belonged to the electors of Mother Goddess Gaia, but they didn’t exhibit this loss of mind and consciousness.

It seemed that what his foster mother and Lord Felix said was true.

Their Master of Hunting was a downright Evil God, whose ways were even more vicious than the notoriously neutral-to-evil Lady Spider.

After all, the Weaver of Destiny under Lady Spider hadn’t been deprived of their souls.

Once such a being was born, the future for the already brutal Hyena Wolfman would indeed be bleak.

Huggesen made up his mind.

He finally reached the deepest part of the cave, and after passing through a layer of the Black Stone Door, he entered an isolated small valley.

Before him, on the cliff was a pool of Scarlet Water.

It was a supernatural blood pool formed by mixing fresh blood with certain powers.

It seemed to penetrate deep into the earth, straight to the Heart of the World, and behind that blood pool stood a Hunting God Shrine carved with black rock, shrouded in glaring white moonlight.

Atop it, a sculpture of a Hyena Wolfman warrior with a blurred face was raising chainmail and roaring at the sky.

As Huggesen looked at it, he could vaguely see a gigantic Hyena Wolfman deity standing in a blood-red world filled with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, roaring.

The majestic power stirred worship in the heart.

It is said that this shrine was personally carved by the King of Bone Biting a century ago as a link of faith between The Master of Hunting and the Hyena Wolfman.

If Huggesen were to destroy this shrine now, it would completely sever the connection between The Master of Hunting and the Hyena Wolfman, but the problem was, he couldn’t.

Around the blood pool and shrine, including Manson, stood five Golden Ones.

However, besides Manson Priest and Chief Amot, the other three Golden Ones were Undead.

They were supposed to be the chiefs of the Blood Scar Clan from several generations ago.

Their forms were not consistent with ordinary Undead.

Their emotions and thoughts were not stripped by death.

Their every move would emit a red glow under their armor, identical to the light from the blood pool before them.

Clearly, these were deceased beings shielded by the power of The Master of Hunting.

“Come, Huggesen, Blood Descendant of the King of Bone Biting.

Remove your armor, bring your hunting companion and your weapon, step into the blood pool of The Master of Hunting, receive our God’s blessing, and then walk the earth in His name to spread the majesty of The Master of Hunting across the entire world!”

High Priest Amot, wearing a blood-colored lizard unihorn mask and holding a scarlet flail, shouted with an endless fanaticism in his elderly voice:

“The God’s Chosen of The Master of Hunting and the trampler of all beings is about to be born!

This is the true sign of the rise of our clan.

Roar with fury and let us bathe in the hunting glory of our Lord!”