My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2680 -894: Victory Is a Joyful Thing

General Flandres shrugged and said:

“But those laborers at the construction site in Transylvania, you’ll be doing that work…”

“Uh, let’s forget it.”

The mountain people decisively put away their weapons, spat to the side, and cursed:

“With the death rate of war prisoners at the Stonemason Association site, I wouldn’t go there. Perhaps making these guys exhaust themselves to help build our home and atone for their sins is a good idea.”

“This is right. Transylvania is in a state of rebuilding, everything must be used properly.”

General Flandres nodded with satisfaction, picked up a rather exquisite bone sword from the ground, intending to take it back as a collectible, but dizziness struck him as he bent down, making him unable to stand and eventually fall to the ground.

This startled the militia.

They hurriedly approached and supported the brave general who dared to fight with them in every battle and was always at the forefront. They called an Avalon Priest to treat the general, who determined General Flandres was merely exhausted and suggested sending him to the rear for rest for a few days.

Many warriors also sat down abruptly upon seeing the Wolf People break down and flee.

They were indeed very tired, the power overdraft brought by high morale left them not wanting to do anything, just wish to sleep well right there, and some who lied down never got up again.

This was a fight that even left the high-ranking vampires exhausted, let alone these ordinary warriors.

Similar situations continued to happen on the battlefield, rescuers sent from field hospitals were busy gathering the injured along with the militia, while beds, ample prosthetics, and a batch of medical apprentices ready for surgery awaited at the field hospital behind the front lines.

The Pantless Demon was probably the busiest player after the war started, having no rest from the first day until now.

Just as rest began at various points in the Lord’s position, Murphy, Triss, and Kudell promptly found Biqi, who had been brought back to the command post by LiWen, and they really wanted to figure out what had just happened.

Unfortunately, Biqi couldn’t answer them right now.

She was also very tired; carrying divine power was an extreme consumption for mortals, evident from LiWen’s prior weakness showing that this task was no easy feat.

The golden peach had already fallen asleep in LiWen’s embrace, leaving the crowd who arrived to conduct some physical examinations on her.

However, LiWen’s expression was not very good.

As a reserve divine chosen, she knew well the heavy burden Biqi would bear in the future, thus looking at Murphy with a less friendly gaze.

“Was all of this within your plans, Lord? Why not let the foreign spirit heroes receive such divine enlightenment?”

Having awakened the dragon bloodline through Ao’s blessing, sprouted both horns and tail, LiWen stared at Murphy and said:

“The faith in the Holy Light was brought into this world by foreign spirit heroes; thus, they should be the initial carriers of the Holy Light due to their knowledge of its doctrines and imagery…”

“You are indeed Miss Biqi’s good friend and protector, knowing that foreign spirit heroes essentially lack entities, what could they use to carry divine power?”

Murphy did not respond, but Triss beside him acted as his ‘spokesperson’, not playing such convoluted games with LiWen.

She bluntly said:

“No one could foresee that the Holy Light at this stage could evoke such a powerful response to the call of faith, you cannot blame Murphy for this, and your good friend Biqi was the most suitable carrier for the situation just now.

She often discusses doctrines with those players who like to role-play, though it looks more like storytelling, but as a half divine chosen, you should clearly understand that a divine spirit’s visage is decided by the collective imagination of the initial believers, thus Biqi’s creativity was included in composing the Holy Light’s initial image.

With the Blonde Knight’s casual and forthright nature, she probably played a significant role.

Moreover, I don’t believe you can’t see it, players loudly praise the greatness of the Holy Light not because they truly believe in it but as part of their role-play; we foreign spirit heroes, each one should be bound to the stake as non-believers…

Even if they know divine spirits exist in this world, even if a divine spirit appears before them performing miracles, they wouldn’t genuinely worship any particular god!

They discuss gods and faith with a rationality that’s frightening, trying to analyze and understand it instead of blindly worshiping a supernatural force.

Though they crafted the transaction around the Holy Light, the difference between them and us in this regard surpasses the gap between two worlds, as foreign spirit heroes could never become carriers of divine power…

At least not at this stage.

Therefore, this is no conspiracy theory or Murphy’s prearranged spectacle.

Biqi is the only choice!”

“But I know you surely have a plan concerning the Church of the Sacred Light and Biqi.”

LiWen stroked Biqi’s long hair in her arms and touched the horns on her forehead, whispering:

“Look at my mutated appearance now, this is the consequence of mortals coming too close to divine spirits! Even if they mean no harm, the benevolence of divine spirits is so heavy for mortals…