My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank

Chapter 2519 - 840

Look!

This is the "true alternate world" I’ve been striving to showcase to you, a wonderful world that’ll make you never want to leave once you arrive.

I’m just one step ahead, my dear players, you must keep up with this handsome guy!

"Bang"

Amid Murphy’s laughter, like that of a twenty-year-old vampire prankster, the red War Marshal Power Armor crashed onto the battlefield in a standard Superman pose, the kinetic impact caused the ground to sink and incidentally crushed a few unlucky Wolf People who were scrambling in panic. The Iron Giant that slowly rose amidst flying dust was filled with an unspeakable pressure at this moment.

Especially when Murphy’s hands each held a chainsaw sword, which ordinary players needed both hands to grip, making a grating screech like butterflies flapping their wings, and the surrounding players collectively climaxed at that instant.

Those overly prideful old men screamed like love-struck fans, eager to rush forward and madly lick Sir Murphy’s new toy.

If you can’t understand their excitement at this moment...

Please!

This is the perfect introduction of Power Armor + Chainsaw Sword + Superman pose! How could anyone not be bewildered by this sight!

What?

You say you can handle it? Ha, then you must still be young...

"Look! The eternal divine chosen of the Creator has arrived! That invincible one has appeared!"

Hog, who was slaughtering the poor Wolf People, saw Sir Murphy’s entrance from start to finish and on the chaotic battlefield filled with indescribable silence and madness, the Wise Wolf shouted:

"He brings us victory, he brings death to the enemy! Praise the Creator!"

"Chosen of the Creator! Chosen of the Creator!"

The Jackalman Guards of the Grey Wolf Army shouted in unison.

Their loud roars shook the entire mountain pass; the warriors of the Bonebite Clan couldn’t even bear to look at this heretical sect-like scene anymore. Their morale had already collapsed, and not to mention the Governor’s orders, even if the Hunting Chosen came personally, he wouldn’t be able to regain even a tiny bit of morale.

Even the Governor himself was planning to flee.

In this situation, how could it be expected that an ordinary Silver Jackalman Governor would stop such an enemy... Wow, what kind of devil are you! Even Satan would light a cigarette for you.

But he wasn’t lucky.

Maybe because he didn’t check the Creator’s almanac before going out today, in any case, his rather peculiar escape path was blocked right at the battlefield’s edge by Murphy and the Wise Wolf.

On the goggles before Murphy’s eyes, the data of the surrounding battle environment continuously appeared, but he didn’t care at all.

Actually, even without wearing this set of Power Armor, his body could still cause horrifying carnage. But since he was here, since he was already wearing it, he naturally had to appear more cool and flashy.

Thus, Murphy didn’t bother with any exquisite martial techniques, he simply swung the two chainsaw swords casually. While the destructive power wasn’t as exaggerated as the Wise Wolf’s absurdly powerful claws, the sight of flesh and limbs flying was more expressive of power and brutality.

"Kneel!"

The Wise Wolf, rushing from behind, raised his claws entwined with a mystical blue glow, his iron claw smashed down to tear the Bone-biting Governor’s Throne Wolf apart. The Governor before him leaped out, rolling on the ground clumsily to grab his battle spear and rise.

Hog did not chase after him.

Because there was no need.

Sir Murphy in front had already raised the chainsaw sword, and with a swing, amidst sparking fireworks, split that battle spear and simultaneously opened up the Governor.

points of strength are basically equivalent to a weak Demi-god appearing here.

If Chief Botana couldn’t handle the Endless One’s massacre, then a mere Governor naturally couldn’t withstand the War Marshal Armed’s wrath. In fact, Murphy suspected even Lord Paryen would be inferior to himself in terms of strength attributes.

As for the Legendary Creature born on this continent that’s closest to this ultimate numerical value, it should be Felix. But from the powerful King of Bone Biting’s desire to obtain the Khan Armor, one could tell that even after being digitalized, its physical strength hadn’t reached the exaggerated level of 50 points.

Hmm, it can’t be said to be invincible, since there are still outrageous mythical creatures and divine beings on this continent. However, at least here on this mortal battlefield, no one would oppose if Murphy claimed himself invincible, right?

The gutted Bone-biting Governor wasn’t dead yet, he struggled to rise, but the next moment, a giant iron hand split open, allowing the heavy chainsaw sword to stab into the ground, then gripped the Jackalman Governor’s head, lifting him into the air.

It was as light and effortless as picking up a chick.

"Swish"

The full-faced helmet flipped open in battle mode, revealing Murphy’s handsome face, he looked expressionlessly at the struggling Governor before him and said:

"Tell me, Wolf Person, where is your Master of Hunting?"

"He... will... destroy you! Arrogant vampire!"

This guy was tough.

Realizing he was destined to die, he didn’t plead for mercy but attempted to spit at Murphy, though he didn’t have the chance. With a light closing motion of the fingers, the sound of bone shattering echoed sickeningly, a headless corpse then fell to the ground.

A death without honor meant that even if he went to the Netherworld, the soul subjected to the Evil God might find it hard to traverse the road of the dead.

"Did you hear that, my warriors?"

Murphy turned around, the mighty Power Armor displayed an invincible front, causing the players to scream once more as their dashing lord shouted loudly:

"The defeated are barking madly, claiming their Evil God will destroy me... do you believe it? Are you afraid?"

"We will find him first and drag that Master of Hunting out of his den and slaughter him! Sir Murphy!"

The blood-soaked shark raised the Vam Decapitator and shouted:

"We will present the skull of the Master of Hunting to you! We seek no reward... uh, if the reward is as dazzling as the Power Armor on you, then that’s not impossible."

"Ha, you desire the crown of war that the Creator only bestows upon the bravest?"

Murphy laughed heartily, raising the chainsaw sword, and generously promised:

"Then exchange for the skull of the Master of Hunting! Exchange for the skulls of Transylvania’s enemies! You know me, I always keep my word!"