My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2742 -914: The Day of Glory Has Come! Welcome the Star Realm Wanderers Back!

This whole area is absolutely doomed… oh, it was already doomed once, so it’s definitely going to be doomed a second time after the Divine Spirit falls!

Actually, there was no need for the Half-body Men to remind them. The warriors on the battlefield, including the Wolf People, scattered in all directions when they saw the city above wobbling and falling, scrambling frantically towards safety with basic survival instincts.

“Old Su Head! Help us!”

Murphy’s shout made Su, who was panting and resting after pulling out the Blade of Corruption, struggle to open his eyes. He ignored the Chosen of the Master of Hunting beside him and looked up at the sky. This fatigued former Divine Spirit, after a day full of “excitement,” sighed and struggled to get up.

“Why call for Him? Don’t you see Old Su Head is about to collapse? Let the old man rest. I got this all set up for you.”

The voice of the Endless One sounded in Murphy’s ear at that moment, accompanied by its strange laughter. From the rift in the Star Realm, a gigantic turtle poked its head out, looked around, then moved its limbs into the material world.

It roamed the sky as if swimming in the sea, taking a leisurely stance to position itself under the falling Cardman City, then began to enlarge its body until it was big enough to carry the falling city.

No wonder it’s called the “Wanderer.” See, carrying things is indeed Cui Tan’s forte.

The giant turtle carried Cardman City in a bizarrely fast yet slow manner, reaching the ground within minutes. After picking the flattest spot, it turned its head toward Murphy, giving a very friendly, sycophantic smile. Cui Tan, cautiously glancing at the almost crazed Silver Wolf, then vanished into thin air, allowing Cardman City to accelerate and crash down onto the ground. Intentionally or not, the city landed right on the ruins of the Klim Fortress, behind Old Su Head.

The God of the North Wind also helped during this process; otherwise, at such a height, having a city fall would still be a disaster.

Everyone else had fled beforehand, but Murphy stayed.

He stood in front of the God of the North Wind, amidst the winds and snow drifting between heaven and earth, opened his faceplate, and with a solitary stance, looked at Cardman City, which was already unrecognizable. He saw countless people on the bizarre city walls gazing outward.

They were searching for something on this devastated battlefield until high above, Triss raised the Transylvanian banner. After a moment of silence, the entire city erupted into the cheers and cries of a hundred thousand people gathering.

Those were joyful cheers; those were cries of having survived despeartely. This land and the generous lord had accepted them once more in their most desperate moment.

Murphy turned in the backdrop of the city and saw Huggesen approaching from the snow, holding the Tainted Holy Sword. He looked at this Wolf Person, shrugged, and said:

“I was buying time to wait for my city’s return, for the Star Realm Wanderers to forge new walls for Kafuhoka. And you? Huggesen, what are you searching for on this battlefield? Most importantly, did you find it?”

“Were you really just buying time just now?”

Huggesen asked bitterly, to which Murphy did not respond.

But there was no need for an answer now.

The Chosen of the Master of Hunting was somewhat dazed as he looked at the city before him, which had traveled for nine months in the Star Realm but ultimately returned to the material world due to Murphy’s efforts.

It looked at the devastated city and the excitedly screaming Star Realm Wanderers, the vampires soaring into the sky from the city, and the warriors pouring out from the city gates to help their new lord.

It no longer cared how much additional manpower the city’s return could provide Murphy.

It knew that none of it mattered anymore.

When Klim Fortress collapsed, it was close to victory, but after Cardman City’s return, everything was over.

The Black Disaster ended at that very moment.

Wolf People would never be able to cross this line that the Transia People had built with their lives and wills, just as it would never be able to defeat Murphy at this moment, not merely because of the tough armor but because of that power within Murphy.

A power belonging not to a Divine Spirit but to a mortal leader.

“Well done.”

It said softly, glancing at the Tooth of Filth in its hand and then at Murphy. In the watchful gaze of vampires, Huggesen turned around, casually throwing the sword capable of breaking power armor to the ground, like discarding garbage no longer of any use.

It left amid the furious roars of the Master of Hunting, leaving only a farewell-like response:

“I came here bringing only destruction, yet step by step, you resisted me and completed salvation…”

“I lost, Murphy, Creator’s Chosen. I admit defeat.”