My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2682 -895: Unfortunately, You Were Happy Too Soon

“Holy Light! I saw the Holy Light, damn, it spread its wings right in front of me, that light sliced through the bloody sky, dividing destruction and despair…”

“What nonsense are you talking about? Have you gone mad?”

In the offline forum group called “Rushing River Knights Unite to Revive Arathor Kingdom,” Lord Uther Pavillon’s feelings of the light-cast vampire Holy Knight had just begun when other Torrent Knights interrupted him.

These guys are top warriors among the Torrent Knights who followed Lord Paryen to participate in the God Slayer operation.

They had not partaken in the Lord’s position war, naturally unaware of what kind of “miracle” Uther witnessed. Uther knew it would be difficult to explain his experiences with words, so he simply posted a video he shot himself in the group.

Uncle Fredyng, who was still resting in a Whip-tail Clan’s mountain corner with Lord Paryen, waiting for the attack on Moss Valley, casually clicked on that video.

Initially watching with an attitude to kill time, but upon seeing that frantic battlefield where the light fell on Miss Biqi, and the golden peach spread its wings on the battlefield center under everyone’s gaze in the next instant, Uncle Fredyng was so shocked he immediately stood up.

The cup in his hand fell to the ground.

Not just him, several Torrent Knights beside him also stood up, eyes filled with astonishment and confusion.

“Haha, it’s no big deal, just a stunt by the development team, we’ve encountered this sort of thing before. Surely it’s because the Black Disaster version is coming to an end, and the dev team is taking this chance to reveal some content from the next version to catch attention…”

The “Great Knight Dasohan” holding a battle helmet argued pale-faced:

“Don’t overthink it, maybe the dev team finally figured out the career planning and structure for Holy Knights. You know what I mean? They want to sculpt Miss Biqi, this unique NPC, into the future leader of the Church of the Sacred Light, just like how Lady Natalie took over Old Feinock’s position, then rebuilt the White Oak Battle Group.

It’s totally not surprising, this is just a game, after all…

Hey, don’t be silent, speak up, Fredyng, say something! Damn, I’m terrified, we seem to have done something unbelievable…

Say something!”

“What do you want us to say? Tell you what you’re seeing is an illusion?”

Blood-stained Santo Lance Marcus’s legs were trembling at this moment.

He shakily tried to mouth the tobacco pipe to relax but his fingers wouldn’t listen to him. The stylish mechanical lighter he had custom-ordered from Loyal Brother wouldn’t spark even after several presses.

This young man finally couldn’t bear the pressure, kicking the ground, speaking with a trembling voice:

“Damn it! We’ve raised a god with our own hands…this isn’t what we signed up for!”

“Shut up!”

Uncle Fredyng scolded and looked around, seeing no one else paying attention here. He took a deep breath, saying:

“Don’t jump to conclusions yet, maybe it’s the law of this world as it is, maybe a sleeping Divine Spirit akin to the Holy Light responded to Miss Biqi’s call. We lack evidence, it might not be the manifestation of the Holy Light we brought here.

Don’t be rash.

I’ll contact Tepar later, he’s been staying at Maginot Position, surely he has his own ideas and explanations for this.”

“Are we still going to deceive ourselves?”

Among the crowd was a tall person with the ID “Myrak Dawnblade,” who sighed. In reality a retired armed police officer, thus competent in combat, this role-playing party leaned on the square battle hammer custom-ordered from the Eleville Family, speaking in a low voice:

“At the start of the video, you can hear Miss Biqi shouting ‘Help me! Mr. Holy Light’…she’s calling out to the Holy Light and got a response, this is a typical divine revelation. It means the background church we crafted for role play will officially become one of this world’s official powers.

Though I still don’t quite understand what’s happening and why Miss Biqi received the Holy Light’s blessing on the battlefield.

But undoubtedly, things have spiraled out of our control.

Marcus’s words may sound absurd, but are not essentially wrong. We foreigners have raised a god with our own hands on their land…

Really!

At this moment, I truly hope we’re just playing a game with 100% realism.”

Upon these words, several Torrent Knight representatives selected for the God Slayer fell silent. Several seconds later, Uncle Fredyng, voice trembling, said:

“Do you know what’s scaring me most right now? It’s not how the Holy Light’s revelation might deal with us deceivers borrowing its name, but whether others might exploit role-playing to create something even more terrifying?

Don’t forget, the world authentically has warp space!

And those unspeakable, even incomprehensible warp space shadows, I heard from Tepar they saw Salockdale sacrificing an entire vampire clan during the starter quests, forming a twisted god-child.

This suggests the relationship between people and gods in this world is inherently more sensitive and complex than we imagined.

While the Holy Light’s appearance is still fine, what if something like a terrifying thing emerges later, wouldn’t that spell doom? Those guys have ended worlds before!”