My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2738 -913: War Marshal Murphy Crushes God Chosen Huggesen! Oh Yeah

This also made the players recording around break into a sweat for their handsome mainline NPC out of shock. Such exaggerated destructive power is almost on par with a real demolition expert. Wasn’t the force of that strike over tens of tons?

Damn!

Is this really the extent to which flesh and blood can reach? The biology knowledge taught by junior high school teachers has completely failed at this moment!

The strength of that strike was so formidable that even Blood Horn Pad, who was lurking in the Star Realm, couldn’t help but exclaim. Apart from Huggesen’s sinister identity, Pad felt that letting this formidable guy use his horn wouldn’t be an insult to himself.

At this moment, Huggesen, already turned into a fiendish figure in pain and anger, shook off the blood on his body. He strode to the blast crater, looking at Murphy lying inside.

Amazingly, Murphy wasn’t dead yet!

Or rather, after his second death, with the silent shattering of the Bottle of Rebirth, Murphy had once again returned to his prime. However, this time he seemed to recognize the gap in power, skill, and absolute strength between them, decisively choosing to lie where he fell.

Has this guy given up?

Huggesen frowned; this wasn’t the Murphy he had in mind, and there was no sense of achievement in defeating such an enemy!

“Get up!”

God’s Chosen put the warhammer on the ground and said in a low voice:

“Murphy, stand up! Keep taking the hits!”

“Thanks for the invitation, but I think it’s fine like this. You know, I have to spend a little time charging my energy bar before unleashing my ultimate move.”

Murphy responded with a skillful mimicry, carrying a hint of mockery and relaxation.

This response made Huggesen feel uneasy, fearing something unexpected, he jumped into the pit with his warhammer, but at the same time, a strange wailing fell from high above, prompting everyone else on the battlefield to look up.

They saw a huge black iron canister plummeting from the sky, supported by what appeared to be three large booster-like flight backpacks.

The object was extremely heavy and soon broke through the sound barrier with the constant acceleration of the flight backpack, setting the sky on fire like a falling meteor towards the triangular pit where Murphy and Huggesen were.

Just as Huggesen was about to carry out the execution, he raised his head at that moment. He saw the massive containment canister falling steadily, and with its weight and the impact force it carried, the blow was no less than a small meteorite striking down. Even the Golden One couldn’t take such a direct hit head-on.

Death… it’s estimated that as long as luck isn’t too bad, he wouldn’t die, but losing a limb was inevitable.

He now had to either retreat or take the risk of grave injury to kill Murphy right there, with less than two seconds left to decide, perhaps he could…

“You don’t think you can kill me in two seconds and jump out unharmed, do you? Don’t be so greedy, you can only choose one!”

Murphy gripped the Solar Blade and Sentinel Sword, his tone easily like a bad villain who had dug a pit waiting for someone to jump in. He licked the Obsidian Hunting Blade, extinguishing the fire, with a twisted action, his eyes flashing with “the advantage is mine” blood light as he said:

“Besides, why not guess how many more times I can resurrect?”

“!”

This sentence made Huggesen immediately make a choice. Without hesitation, he turned and jumped out.

The black canister crashed into the pit behind him with a boom, much like a real meteor hitting the ground, stirring up a whirlwind of dust and making the ground tremble, causing the drifting snow and wind to swirl violently.

Huggesen raised his arm to shield himself from the sand and stones flying towards him.

At that moment, he belatedly felt the premonition that he might have been duped by the vampire’s pretense. Just now, he lost the only chance to kill Murphy… forever lost it.

He stared hard ahead, gripping the warhammer in the wind and snow.

The strange mechanical sound followed, coming from the black containment canister half-buried in the ground. This time, God’s Chosen didn’t hesitate, grabbed the warhammer, and charged into the dust storm head-on. Then, dazzling lightning lit up in the low-visibility environment, accompanied by a clash of giant objects and a burst of firelight.

The surrounding players held their breath, sensing that the real spectacle was about to begin.

Murphy didn’t let them down. Like every moment in the past, he never let his little players die.

A few seconds later, with a muffled sound, a large figure was forcefully thrown out like a shot put. Huggesen, dirtied and bruised like a panda, landed awkwardly and ended up prone on the fractured ground.

He panted heavily, looked at the large figure appearing in the sandstorm before him with an incredulous gaze.

The latter stepped out like a crimson steel Knight, stretched out iron fingers into the swirling sandstorm, then clenched and tore it apart with force. Amid the mechanical clatter, the surrounding sandstorm was torn open forcefully.

The heavy and solemn War Marshal armor made a brilliant debut amidst the players’ collective cries and cheers of delight.

Murphy played it flamboyantly, standing on the shattered permafrost as he tore open the sand and frost. At that moment, the iron thorn crown on his War Marshal form’s head suddenly stood upright. Then, with crossed hands, he drew two heavy Crimson Chainsaw Swords from his back.

He looked at Huggesen, who stood up before him, and with a forward kick, sent the Split Claw Warhammer wrapped in thunder back into Huggesen’s grasp.

The big and small guys just stared at each other this way, the atmosphere was so heavy that even the cold wind blowing around was howling in fear.

“Did you have fun just now? I hope you did because… Round Two, Begin!”

Murphy’s voice, tinged with a slight coldness from the loudspeaker, sounded from beneath the armor. He actively shut down the Omega Program, letting the weakened Huggesen quickly regain the Master of Hunting’s power link, and allowing God’s Chosen to return to its prime.

The steel Knight said:

“Come on!

Defeat me in the name of your Evil God!

Destroy me in the name of your Black Disaster!

Challenge me in the name of your faith!

I am the Guardian, I am the Avenger, I am the Unblemished, I am Murphy! As long as you defeat me, you and your god can tread my land with no further worries.

Come on!

Defeat me, in any way you like…”