My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank

Chapter 2829: Chapter 943: The Origin of Bloodlines, the End of Destiny (Part 3)

"Alright, you need to get treated in the biopod for your situation."

Murphy stared at him, saying:

"I hope your good brother Huggesen can get some good stuff from Dusk, after all, the cost of activating this thing once is quite expensive."

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"Boom"

A Guardian Turret, sliding rapidly along the track, continuously spewing fire and mowing down the charging Wolf Man Rioters like cutting wheat, exploded. The Master of Hunting, wielding a warhammer, reveled in the joy of destruction.

He lifted the leg protected by Power Armor and kicked the sparking turret, completely toppling it over.

"Bah, Creator’s useless junk!"

The Master of Hunting cursed.

Due to the psychological shadow left by God’s Scepter earlier, he now harbors malice towards anything related to the Creator.

He lifted his head amidst tens of thousands of howling Wolf People charging into the Swamp Forbidden Area, looking at this isolated land. Previously protected by an energy matrix, the matrix had now been shut down, like an invitation to step into a trap.

That was Murphy’s provocation.

To this, the Master of Hunting could only respond with a cruel sneer, already thinking about how to deal with that pesky vampire later on.

However, he quickly noticed Huggesen, who had been silent since entering the forbidden zone.

The Evil God hoisted the lightning-sparking warhammer, striding forward in the swamp, not caring about the Wolf Man Rioters continually falling to the ground due to chemical repellents. Their deaths would make him stronger in this showdown with Murphy.

Amidst the backdrop of roaring flames, interwoven with death and slaughter, he asked:

"Traitor, do you have nothing to say? Is your silence a sign that you’re contemplating how to grovelingly beg me to spare your people in the future?"

"No, my Divine Spirit, I know your will cannot be changed. I know no amount of pleading will change my miserable fate. My silence at this moment is just an appreciation of this land..."

Huggesen responded with a weary, hoarse voice:

"You may not care, but actually, in the last Era, the first Wolf Man was born here. This place is the starting point of all Wolf Man destinies."

"So what?"

The Master of Hunting scolded:

"I don’t care where you come from!

This swamp may have some odd symbolic meaning for you, but it has no relation to my birth.

To me, this is just a fortress left in the world by that coward, the Creator. I want to destroy it fiercely, ignite it, burn it to wage war against the Creator!"

"Yes, yes, you don’t care about that. What you want are only those things you care about."

Huggesen casually responded:

"We have no shared topics on this matter, so please just ignore my appreciation and nostalgia at this moment, as if granting a soul destined for a miserable demise the last bit of humble freedom."

"Hmph, you have a sense of self-awareness. If you had served me obediently from the start, I guess I’d have favored you."

The Master of Hunting mocked.

Huggesen lacked any interest to respond to this.

He was just immersed in the perception of observing this mysterious and distant swamp through his eyes. From the King of Bone Biting, he learned the entire process of the Wolf Man’s birth, and as a descendant, he had set foot on the birthplace of civilization.

It was like an informal pilgrimage...

Or more like a moth flying towards the flame, knowing it would die in the light but still rushing forward, perhaps just detesting the cold darkness, longing to feel a hint of warmth in the burning flame.

No matter what, he would die here, ending this brief but extraordinary life at the source of his lineage. Who knows how he would be described in the future Wolf Man history compiled by the Wise Wolf?

"He’s coming!"

The Master of Hunting roared, raising his warhammer, issuing a battle cry towards the figure standing at the end of the swamp forbidden zone.

"Yes, he’s coming."

Huggesen also breathed a sigh of relief.

At the moment Murphy and his War Marshal armed force appeared, all his anxieties dissipated.

Perhaps that was the charm of that handsome vampire.

He never disappoints those who have expectations for him, not even his enemies.

With a strange buzzing, the deactivated swamp forbidden zone matrix restarted, the hexagonal blue hemispherical shield spreading like an inverted bowl to completely seal off the area.

Trapping the frenzied Wolf Man Rioters in this now-formed octagonal iron cage, the serpents carrying players and soldiers roared onto the battlefield, and fully armed automatons stepped out of containment warehouses, with generals stepping into the battlefield expressionlessly, treading on the muddy water.

And at the highest point, Murphy held a strange "riding lance," watching the advancing Crimson Power Armor tearing through the mud and water.

He always knew he’d have to deal with these bizarre supernatural beings one day. Although it came sooner than expected, fortunately, he was prepared.

So be it.

In this sacred land, let an epic showdown, a confrontation of steel, bring a perfect climax to this war.