My Players Are So Fierce

2277: Chapter 760: Ha, A Beautiful Day Begins with Jumping Ship!

2277 -760: Ha, A Beautiful Day Begins with Jumping Ship!

Lord Manson felt utterly pleased as he caressed the star wand made from a wondrous beast bone in his hand.

He wasn’t very clear about the origin of this thing, but it was a “gift” from the Friends of the Dusk.

It’s said to be crafted from the bones of an extinct giant beast, highly sensitive to astral and spatial energy, making it the perfect core for casting a spell like the Star-world Tear.

Manson never thought that simply tearing the boundary of the plane could cause such a terrifying impact on the material world until he narrowly escaped death in the Blackflame Mountain Pass disaster, finally realizing that the warfare art of the Transia People lay in the rational use of every possible weapon.

He genuinely thanked Governor Murphy from the bottom of his heart for creating that exaggerated astral rift at the Blackflame Mountain Pass for revenge, which destabilized the nearby plane boundary, making the Star Realm Tear Technique much easier to initiate in such circumstances.

Of course, they didn’t have complete knowledge of the Star Realm Tear Technique.

The principle of it is indeed simple, but actually applying it is not that easy, otherwise Star Realm Tear would have become a favorite attack method for various heretics on the Continent eight hundred years ago.

However, as a Golden Priest, Manson’s understanding of Spiritual Energy, although not on par with an old hand like The Grand Duke of Triss, also has its approach to using spiritual energy.

Although a precise spell like Star Realm Tear cannot be mastered perfectly in a short time, once the principle is understood, even rudimentary methods can achieve the same results.

This valley was not chosen by chance.

It’s very close to Shadow Valley in a straight line, but the sheer number of mountain ridges makes crossing impossible, yet in the face of the massive power of the constantly unleashed Star Realm Tear, this distance is already enough for Manson to make this daring plan.

He didn’t even need precise control of the landing point.

He only needed to tear open a sufficiently large rift over Shadow Valley to return the favor to them with a devastating assault like the way Transia People buried the Split Claw Clan Army, not needing complete destruction even.

The terrain of Shadow Valley, like catching a turtle in a jar, just needs the disruption of the turtle shell defense, leaving the rest to Huggesen to decide the battle.

The most brilliant outcome would be the extermination of that miraculous vampire Murphy here.

It wasn’t just Huggesen who wanted him dead; the friends from Dusk were eager to devour his flesh and skin; it’s a wonder how that vampire managed, so young yet having such a spectacular talent for causing trouble.

“Keep charging energy!”

Manson Priest shouted:

“Put in more effort, in at most an hour we will possess the energy to tear open the boundary, and this war will soon reach a turning point, with the Blood Scar Clan personally imposing the cruel blood penalty!

For the Master of Hunting’s…”

“Bang”

Before he finished speaking, the star wand in his hand felt like it was hit by an invisible fist, almost flying out of Manson’s hand under the massive force.

The Golden Priest immediately realized he was under attack, but the attack wasn’t aimed at himself, and no killing intent leaked out, leaving him entirely unaware.

He lifted his head to follow the direction of the bullet, the bullet’s triple acceleration by the storm in the air created three dissipating white shock waves, almost a straight-through trajectory fully indicating the intimidation of this shot.

He couldn’t see where the enemy was, and now wasn’t the time to consider this.

Manson instinctively glanced at the star wand in his hands, significantly damaged by a twisted, burning gold bullet head leaving a frightening tear, but the gift from Dusk was sturdy enough, only cracked without shattering immediately.

It was wailing, the terrifying spiritual energy it held was rapidly leaking from the crack.

Fortunately, it didn’t shatter.

There’s still hope to fix it, as long as I bear some of the pressure myself, this thing can continue to work smoothly.

No problem!

The ritual wasn’t disturbed and could continue…

“Bang”

The second shot fired with less than a second’s interval, Manson swiftly activated the remote nullification totem at his waist, the power of the Master of Hunting covering him.

In that critical moment, Manson could even see the rapidly decelerating, high-speed rotating burning gold bullet losing momentum before his eyes.

Just like a running rabbit gradually falling into the speed of a turtle, seemingly just need to reach out and pinch this damned “Little Devil.”

He really did it!

Reaching out to grab it, yet the retinal afterimage betrayed him, the bullet was indeed decelerated but still not slow enough to be caught by hand.

It seemed slow, but that was just an illusion!

“Bang”

The star wand was struck again, like being punched by a massive fist and then hit in the eye socket by another not-so-powerful cannonball, akin to a Northeast Big Brother barely holding up, refusing to fall and muttering stubbornly.

However, this soulless thing didn’t have the strong will to hold on for face’s sake.

To old Manson’s heart-breaking gaze, the star wand fractured from one-third, the flying shards scattering under the riotous spiritual energy impact, while the exploding spiritual energy was so terrifying that the flying fragments even left a bloody scar on Manson’s cheek.