My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2604 -869: The Day of Assembly · Resolute Confession

Lord Paryen gave a seven-day assembly period, which clearly provided enough time for all God Slayers involved in this operation to prepare.

Well, the high emotional intelligence version would say “prepare,” the low emotional intelligence version would be “settle the aftermath.”

After all, the whole team of God Slayers, even including the foreign “help” (炮灰) from Transylvania, would definitely not exceed five hundred people. Even with numerous Golden Ones leading, relying on this handful of people to break into the God’s Land of Mossy Valley of the Wolf People and confront an Evil God about to awaken, it is certain that more than half of these five hundred people may not make it back to their homeland alive.

Having more time to spend with family or hurriedly writing last letters and burying treasures are all well within reason.

Of course, the reason for giving such a long seven-day period is also to accommodate some who have come from afar to handle some business along the way.

For example, right now, in the eerie purple arc light of Transylvania, on a barren plain located at the intersection of Andma Hills and East Prussia, a team of God Slayers from the Golden Flower Kingdom is camping here.

This team was personally appointed by King Louis, few in number, but extremely elite.

Led by two Court Sword Saints and a royal-sponsored female Sage for purification, all at Gold Stage, along with thirty Silver Stage Golden Flower Cavaliers as the main body, besides them, there’s also a Spiritual Overlord from the Circle Tower in the team.

That’s a Half-body Man, the newly appointed Tower Master of the Tower of Manipulation under the Circle Tower just after a purge.

She also holds another identity, as the only daughter of the late Half-body Man scholar in the field of engineering, Professor Old Bach, meaning she is Old Flywheel’s little sister and his white moonlight in youth.

These dual identities cast a radiance on Ms. Little Bach more dazzling than her peers.

For many years, she held a prominent position in the Circle Tower, but since she was not in the human camp, she couldn’t take a position of real power in the Circle Tower. Now, this identity as Tower Master of the Tower of Manipulation was forced upon her by Lord Sim, the “Immortal.”

After all, in this God Slaying operation, Ms. Little Bach represents the remaining last bit of face for the Circle Tower, so she must be treated with the utmost respect.

Beside Little Bach are over twenty spellcasters donning the Circle Tower uniform, judging by the spiritual energy fluctuations from them, the weakest among them is a Psychic Master, and there’s even one whose spiritual energy is at the Overlord level.

But these guys seem like they’ve been drained of their souls, dazed like manipulated zombies, obeying Little Bach’s every command.

This is clearly a very sinister control method, but considering these folks were previously members of Dusk, such punishment for them is appraised as just right, even somewhat merciful.

At this moment, Ms. Little Bach is standing at the edge of the camp, talking with a hooded dwarf.

That guy dressed himself very mysteriously, as though ashamed to be seen, revealing only his eyes, but from the distinctive scar on those eyes, it’s clear it’s Old Flywheel, though he wasn’t here for romantic talks with his former white moonlight.

He came to deliver a message.

“Listen to me, Amiya, Governor Murphy will come over soon; although he agreed to meet with you, he has severe hostility towards all members of the Circle Tower. He thinks your organization no longer needs to exist.

He doesn’t allow you to enter his territory, he’s only coming to meet you because you responded to Lord Paryen’s call for God Slaying.

I don’t know what you want to discuss with him, but tone down your own personality and don’t anger him.”

Old Flywheel softly reminded:

“From my observations in Transylvania, I can evaluate Governor Murphy as a very competent ruler! His performance during the Black Disaster was commendable, and he holds an extraordinary status in Lord Paryen’s eyes. That guy has some hidden identities I shouldn’t say much about, but he’s definitely not just a regular Vampire Lord.

You absolutely must take it seriously.”

“Flywheel senior, being so cautious doesn’t quite sound like the you in my memory.”

With a cute mechanical parrot toy perched on her shoulder, Little Bach emitted a crisp giggle unique to Half-body Man girls, with two adorable bun-shaped hair knots, she leaned on a mechanical scepter taller than herself, and curiously asked Old Flywheel:

“So, what exactly changed you? Where did the rebellious engineer who dared to go against Steam Lords and vowed to spread the mystery of Spirit Energy Pearl worldwide go?

I heard that after leaving Charldo Harbor, you hooked up with Lady Taylor, that snake woman is not a decent person; aside from managing the black market, she also controls an assassin group bred by the Thieves Guild.”

“Ah, things change with time, you are no longer who you used to be, and I am no longer who I was; we’ve both been changed by time, just like even the wisest person I remember as Mentor would become obsessed with strange problems in his later years, chasing the tail.”

Old Flywheel, with a “the past is unbearable” stance, sighed and said:

“After our fallout, I’ve also reflected; indeed, I was too unruly when young, taking some setbacks was deserved. But you? I haven’t heard from you for many years now, seems there’s something between you and Minkus?

Would you care to elaborate?”