My Players Are So Fierce

Surrounded by luxurious scales, its tail adorned with a gemstone gold ring; it was clearly a beauty-loving “big sister”.

Yet, its back was covered in vivid feathers, giving it avian features, and most strikingly, six phoenix-like ornamental feather crests behind the snake’s head made it appear as though it wore a fiery crown.

In the moment it took form, the Feathered Serpent God rose its upper body, its flamboyant wings spread wide at the front, completely shielding Qiuchote from any prying eyes.

The subsequent conversation was not something a mere Aztec Little Princess could overhear.

This was a divine conversation between deities and the administrator, concerning the hidden secrets left by the creator.

“Oh my God!

Kurukan has manifested!”

Qiuchote screamed.

But the next second, the raging Solar Fire enveloped the entire Holy Blood Hall, its gentle flames nudging her out of this area, meanwhile transforming into pillars of fire burning everything unnecessary away.

Yes, I’m talking to you!

Avalon, the “Peeping God” hiding here eavesdropping using Old Feinock’s “Holy Body”!

“Touch the Holy Grail, Alpha!

Take the information you must acquire…

then we’ll discuss our issues.”

A dignified, commanding lady’s voice echoed in Murphy’s heart, sounding like a valiant muscular big sister — the Solar Queen Kurukan joining in pushed the Star Giant community further into a female-dominated dilemma.

Murphy nodded; he knew this rule.

Just as Avalon transmitted information through The Holy Grail of Woodland, surely Feathered Serpent God’s Holy Grail held pieces of that mysterious “Frontier Covenant” information.

So Murphy relaxed his mind, allowing the memories stored in the Holy Grail to flood into his heart.

The next instant, everything before his eyes transformed, akin to when he last listened to the Holy Grail, bringing him back to the scene when giants ascended to divine status centuries ago.

But this time there were no clear scenes, they were replaced by voices:

“Then, swear, Giants!

Swear before the creator’s worldly defender, tread that perilous path, with it, we can bestow upon you the creator’s most precious gifts.”

“I swear!”

The voice rang out.

It was a voice composed of many colors blended together.

Murphy could distinguish Avalon’s unique three-tone sound, Su’s roar, Gaia’s deep tones, and the Eastern Holy Spirit’s authoritative yet articulate tone, and of course, the Feathered Serpent God’s vigorous muscular big sister tone.

But this wasn’t everything.

The number of giants involved in this “Frontier Covenant” was more than Murphy imagined.

“The long night is nigh, today I will abide by the creator’s covenant, step into the battlefield of subspace!

I will become the creator’s sword, severing the enemies of all creation!

I will become a segment of the eternal frontline, a bulwark between the Star Realm and reality!

I will serve the lord of creation, day after day; I will draw my sword against Their enemies, night after night.

I will exert all my strength for this realm’s revival, cease only at death.”

The giants recited this seemingly stringent contract’s content, even for the Star Giants, “death” was an unspeakable fear, but having come here, they must have made a certain decision.

Resolving to vow the harsh pledge for something precious, surely they feared upcoming events, yet eagerly anticipated the treasures they would receive.

Upon completing the vow, the stellar humanoid presiding over the covenant responded:

“The day of sealing the vow is also the time to commence warfare!

Frontier guardians, accept the creator’s gifts to complete the final ascension, then step onto your battlefield!

The vow remains unbreakable, none shall turn back!

Until the last one falls, until the Star Sea Frontier collapses.

For the last time, anyone wishes to withdraw?”

The giants remained silent.

It represented their resolve, so the stellar humanoid raised its left hand, and in the next moment, beams of starlight descended from the void, enveloping every giant’s body.

The information recorded in the Sun Holy Grail ended at this moment, and Murphy awakened from the meeting the Holy Grail had carried.

He savored the contract’s content he had just heard, asking:

“Is this the complete process of your deification?

Is this the content of the frontier covenant?

Are you the pioneer legion the creator selected to combat the subspace shadows?”

“That was the choice of the ‘sentinels’, the creator departed long before, much earlier than you think.”

The Feathered Serpent God Kurukan replied:

“After the Golden Era’s destruction, the sentinels also faced the threat of war; we made mutual assistance pacts with them, which is the origin of the Frontier Covenant.

We took the creator’s gifts, the cost is that we’ve been fighting in the subspace war for over a thousand years, the price is the fragmented state of the Star Realm in which we were born, and that is the painful price!

This is also the thing I seek to convey to you now, Alpha.

Some giants regret…

The brutality of the frontier war exceeded our imagination; in such warfare, death becomes an elusive mercy, and too many entities have been captured and corrupted by subspace, those who remain only bitterly struggle.

Facts have proven the cost of deification is far more terrifying than we envisioned, some entities among us are plotting dangerous deeds, Alpha.

They wish to break the covenant, they wish to end the servitude.

Be cautious.”