My players are so fierce

Chapter 895 894. Victory is a happy thing-Added update for the brothers "Whale and Blue Sky" [810]

The Lord of the Hunt's divine force field was broken, which meant that the greed and evil of the evil god were completely shattered in this position. Almost at the moment when the divine force field was broken, the howling jackals rushed towards the Transians. The mob woke up from their god-driven fanaticism and devotion.

The blood in their eyes faded, and then they looked blankly at everything around them.

When they see those humans healed and inspired by the light of the Holy Spirit, grinning and waving their weapons at them, even the strongest Gnoll warriors will subconsciously retreat, and when they raise their heads and look at those who are still dropping bombs in the sky When arming the airship, the fear in his eyes could not be concealed.

In the Fourth Black Disaster a hundred years ago, the army of the Lord of Hunting was defeated by the Songhai people's sun ships that bombed the ground at high altitudes. This made the jackals addicted to soaring in the sky and attracting the power of sky fire. fear of things.

You can't expect superstitious gnolls to know the difference between an armed airship and a sun ship. In their view, both of these things can bring destruction from the sky.

In addition, the Grand Overseer had been beheaded by the Transians, and the entire position had collapsed. The cruel reality made the jackals who woke up unable to save themselves even if they wanted to kill the enemy. However, compared with the oppression and fear in the body, the feeling in the mind was stronger. Heavy blows are the more deadly defense-breaking straight punches.

Fans in the past could still convince themselves that this black disaster and all the destruction they had done were to fulfill the glory of the Lord of the Hunt, and that the gods were born to protect the gnoll civilization from becoming powerful and dominating the world. Sacrifice is to bring a prosperous future to other tribesmen, and the birth of gods is also based on the same purpose.

However, almost all the gnolls who survived the battlefield clearly remembered everything that happened here.

Especially those scenes where after a frontal defeat, they were forced by the divine will of the Lord of the Hunt to launch a final attack on the Transians that was meaningless except death. All of this declared a cruel truth to these surviving gnolls. fact.

The god they serve wholeheartedly, the god they are about to awaken after paying countless casualties, the god they claim will protect their people and become powerful.

Don't care about them at all!

The Lord of the Hunt only wants to see rivers of blood flow, the Lord of the Hunt only wants to harvest destruction and death, the Lord of the Hunt just wants to turn the world into his own barbaric hunting ground.

Even if such a thing is born, will it really protect the Gnolls into the future?

No no no.

Anyone with some brains can guess that once the Lord of Hunting is born, the first to perish will be the jackals who regard him as their god. He can indeed bring powerful power to the jackals, but this kind of individual strengthening comes at the expense of sacrifice. The collective future is realized.

The more fanatical the jackals were, the more clearly they could feel what kind of thing they were serving in the experience of being manipulated by the gods. This terrible sense of gap was enough to defeat those fanatics from the spiritual level.

This is much worse than low morale.

The gnolls on the battlefield began to flee spontaneously after waking up. The speed was so fast that the Transians could not chase them. They screamed and fled into the swamp, not even daring to look back at the fluttering blood flag.

But there were still some big and round jackals who dropped their weapons and just lay on the battlefield full of corpses, staring blankly at the sky that was brightening again. Their will seemed to have been poached, and their souls seemed to be dead. , all that remains here is this body that is no longer important.

Even angry soldiers rushing up and poking them to death can't make them react any more. This is the real walking dead.

"This is a breakdown of faith. There is no hope."

A silver dwarf earth priest pointed a hand cannon with an astonishing caliber to the Transian militiamen next to him:

"They finally realized that they had been praying to a madman for the future. They gave too much of the weight of their souls to the Lord of Hunting. After recognizing the reality, their souls died before their bodies."

"Oh, so that means these guys will die even if we leave them alone, right?"

The rude militiaman asked curiously, and the Earth Priest shrugged, stuffed a bullet into the hand cannon, pointed it at the gnoll and pulled the trigger, blowing up the opponent's blind head with a bang.

He blew the smoke from the hand cannon and said with vengeful pleasure:

"Why not add another sword? It would be great to help them physically accelerate their death, wouldn't it? We have enough reasons to do this, and everyone on this battlefield has the same reason to kill every gnoll."

"Well, that makes sense!"

The militiaman was easily persuaded. He picked up his halberd and stepped forward to send away the remaining jackals who had collapsed one by one.

However, while this massacre was going on, General Flanders stopped the soldiers from venting their anger and said loudly:

"Tie these gnolls up! Lord Murphy has an order. They will be sent as prisoners to construction sites across Transia, and they will be worked to death to warn other intruders."

"But we should kill them, General!"

A strong mountain soldier shouted:

"Leaving these gnolls here is a disaster. They have killed many of our brothers! They all deserve to die!"

"Well, you can kill them and no one will snitch here."

Flanders shrugged and said:

"But you will do the work of laying dust and moving bricks on the construction site in Transia."

"Well, forget it then."

The mountain man put away his weapon decisively, spat at the side, and cursed:

"As for the death rate of prisoners of war on the Masonic Brotherhood's construction site, I won't go there. Maybe it would be a good way to atone for their sins by exhausting these guys to death and letting them use their own strength to build our homes."

"That's right. Transia is full of waste and must be put to good use."

General Flanders nodded with satisfaction, picked up a rather delicate bone sword from the ground and prepared to take it back for collection. However, when he bent down to stand up, he felt dizzy, unable to stand, and finally fell to the ground.

This startled the militiamen.

They hurried forward and helped the general who was brave enough to join them in battle and took the lead in every battle. They also called an Avalon priest to help the general with treatment. The latter concluded that Flanders General Si was just exhausted and exhausted, so he was sent to the rear to recuperate for a few days and he would be fine.

There were also many warriors who sat down on the ground after seeing the jackals collapse and run away.

They were really tired. The overdraft of strength brought about by high morale made them want to do nothing now. They just wanted to lie down and have a good sleep. Some people lay down and never got up again.

This is a battle that makes even the top vampires feel exhausted, let alone these ordinary warriors.

Similar situations continue to occur on the battlefield. First responders and militiamen sent by field hospitals are everywhere collecting the wounded. The field hospitals behind the positions have prepared hospital beds and enough prosthetics, as well as a group of people waiting. Doctor apprentices doing surgery.

The Pantsless Demon is probably the busiest player since the war started. He has basically never rested since the first day.

Just as the Lord's position began to rest, Murphy, Tris and Kudel immediately found Pinkie, who was brought back to the headquarters by Liwen. They really wanted to find out what had just happened.

But unfortunately, Pinkie Pie couldn't answer them at all.

She was also very tired. Taking on divine power was quite an extreme drain for a mortal. Judging from Liwen's previous weakness, you could tell that this job was by no means a casual one.

Jin Taozi had already fallen asleep in Liwen's arms, so the people who came could only conduct some physical examinations on her.

But Liwen's expression was not pretty.

As a reserve divine choice, she knew very well how heavy the burden Pinkie would have to bear in the future, so the eyes she looked at Murphy were not so friendly.

"Is all this part of your plan? Lord, why don't you let foreigners accept this divine revelation?"

Liwen, who awakened the dragonborn bloodline with Ao's blessing and grew horns and tail, stared at Murphy and said:

"The belief in the Holy Light was brought into this world by foreigners. In terms of their familiarity with the doctrines and images of faith, they should have been the carriers of the first coming of the Holy Light."

"You are really Miss Pinkie's best friend and protector. You know that foreigners have no physical entity at all, so how can you inherit the divine power?"

Murphy didn't answer, but Tris next to him, as his "mouth substitute", didn't play this roundabout game with Liwen at all.

She said very directly:

"No one could have expected that Holy Light would respond so violently to the call of faith at this stage. You can't blame Murphy, and your good friend Pinkie Pie is in the same situation just now. the most suitable carrier.

She often discusses doctrines with the group of players who like to play. Although in my opinion, it is more like listening to stories and telling stories, but you are also half a chosen god. You should know very well that the appearance of a god is determined by It was determined by the common imagination of the original believers, so the imagination that now forms the original image of the Holy Light contains a piece of Pinkie Pie's imagination.

Judging from the casual and frank manner of the blond knight, she must have had a lot of influence in it.

What's more, I don't believe you can't see that the players keep shouting about the greatness of the Holy Light not because they really believe in the existence of the Holy Light. It's just a habit used for show. Every one of us foreign heroic spirits deserves to be punished. The unbelievers who were burned on the stake.

Even if they know that there are gods in this world, even if a god appears in front of them and performs miracles, they will not believe in a certain god from the bottom of their hearts!

They always discuss God and faith from a frighteningly rational point of view. They try to analyze it and understand it rather than blindly worship a supernatural power.

Although they single-handedly shaped the teachings of the Holy Light, the difference between them and us in this regard is even greater than the gap between the two worlds. It is impossible for foreign heroes to become carriers of divine power from the beginning.

At least not at this stage.

So this is not a conspiracy theory, nor is it a manifestation arranged by Murphy.

Pinkie Pie is the only choice! "

"But I know you must have a plan against the Holy Light Church and Pinkie Pie."

Liwen stroked Bi Qi's long hair in her arms, then reached out and touched the corner of her forehead, and whispered:

"Look at my abnormal appearance now. This is what happens to mortals who get too close to the gods! Even if they have no intention of harming us, even the kindness of the gods is so heavy for mortals.

Now, the simple and inexperienced Pinkie Pie has to bear such a heavy burden. "

"You are like this just because you have not mastered the correct method. You should become his priest from the moment Ao summons you, and think more about Ao's teachings in your daily life to adapt yourself to the power of purification, instead of following Bi. Qi continues to play the game of knights.”

Tris pouted and said:

"I will teach you later. I know that Callum's dragons and dragon girls can use special methods to cover up their own changes. I will also try my best to teach you to become a qualified 'exotic dragon girl', but you Also understand that Pinkie Pie's situation was completely different from your current situation.

You were too emotional at the moment to understand what a great opportunity this was for Pinkie Pie.

The Holy Light has only just given birth to symbols.

It is a seed that can even be guided by Pinkie Pie to grow and cry in the future. It is difficult for an upright guy like you to understand what a terrible disaster such an opportunity will cause if it falls into the hands of the bad guys.

The relationship between Philip and the Lord of Hunting is the most vivid negative teaching material, and now, what Pinkie Pie wants to do is what the King of Bone Grinders did to the Lord of Hunting a hundred years ago.

The best thing is that with such a tragic example in front of her, even if Pinkie wants to take the opportunity to do something bad, she has to consider the consequences.

Alas, if I hadn't been a spurned vampire, I would have wanted to be baptized on the spot and switch to the Holy Light. "

"Okay, ladies! Don't ruin our friendly relationship with these unworthy arguments."

Murphy stopped him at this moment:

"This difficult battle has been won, but there are still many things to do next. Let's put these debates to rest first. The soldiers are waiting to rest, and the positions still need to be re-defended. We will discuss this after Biqi wakes up. Let’s discuss the issue further.

Tris, please report the victory at the Lord’s position to other positions.

The defeat of more than 100,000 Jackals will be a real shot in the arm, enough to make the entire Maginot Line of Defense once again as stable as a mountain.

Kudel, I need you to inspect the battlefield with me, and the injured soldiers also need condolences. The spirit summoning ceremony hosted by the little mummy has been overloaded for three days. These are all problems that need to be solved. "

After saying that, Murphy and the other three took action. After they left, Liwen looked at Pinkie Pie in her arms with a complicated look. She stroked Pinkie's face, which was still stained with blood, and whispered:

"Whether for humans or for gnolls, the scene just now was the darkest moment. They wanted to see that light. You became that light, Pinkie Pie, and you became you in Transia as you wished. If you want to be a hero, your story will be told throughout the continent.

But what's the cost?

You will never be free in this life. "

"But isn't there still you? Liwen."

With her eyes closed, Pinkie Pie whispered in a mosquito-like voice:

"I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing, but you said that if I encounter problems, you will help me think about it, right, Liwen, no matter what trouble I encounter, you will stay by my side and help me, I believe Your wisdom is greater than the sword in my hand.

Ah, it’s so tiring to be a hero. No wonder grandpa doesn’t want to talk about the story of the Nantes Ranger now.

You will always be by my side, right? Liwen. "

"Well, I'm right here."

The exotic dragon girl leaned down and kissed her best friend on the forehead. She whispered:

"Rest, rest as a great hero, in the name of the victory you just won with your own hands, we can leave those annoying things for later."

Outside the door, Murphy, who had not gone far, looked at Kudel's clenched fist and said:

"I know what you want to ask, I even guessed what you want to say, but before you beat me up, I want to ask you a question, Kudel, do you think Transians and Plantagenet Kingdom can coexist peacefully? ?”

"impossible!"

The tribune suppressed his anger. He stared at Murphy and said in a deep voice:

"As long as East Prussia and Sachs are still in the hands of King Louis, there will be no peace between the two countries. And you personally sent my granddaughter to such a stage, so that she must balance the two countries and her own ambitions. It’s a tough choice to make.”

"Okay, I admit, I had already written the script for Pinkie's future when you sent her to the Knights of Torrent."

Murphy whispered:

"But I am not such a cold-blooded lord, and I will not use the life of an innocent girl as a bargaining chip in such a war. I am very curious, why in the future you plan for your granddaughter, she must choose one side to become a war Instead of being the one who ultimately ends the war on his own?"

"Um?"

Kudel blinked.

He waited for Murphy's explanation. The vampire lord snorted, glanced at the golden battle flag belonging to Pinkie Pie lying next to him, and said:

"King Louis personally abolished the old religion of Avalon, making the spiritual world of the Zealand people as barren as a wasteland. The people there are longing for the comfort of faith just like the barren land longs for the washing of spring rain. Pinkie will be in a precarious world. Be the undisputed leader of those who have no one to rely on at all times

Well, the saint in the light leads freedom, what a beautiful slogan!

Kudel, I know you have been worried that I will use your granddaughter as a tool to achieve my goals, so I will give you the lead in this matter.

It's up to you to plan the future for Pinkie Pie, and I won't interfere as long as you make the decision.

But you have to understand that it doesn’t matter whether it’s luck or destiny at the moment.

It was the Holy Light that chose her!

Whether you like it or not, your granddaughter will become a leader of faith that will shake the continent in the future. You must help her choose her path carefully.

As I said, there is no need to force her to join a certain side in the inevitable war, but to become a defender of peace and a mediator in the war from the perspective of Pinkie Pie and the Church of the Holy Light. "

Murphy reached out to Kudel, saying:

"If you need help in this cause, I will be happy to contribute. You see I am so honest, so can I get away with this beating? Please understand, but I really don't want to face a panda." To appease my brave warriors.

After all, I am a lord, and a perfect and outstanding personal image is the bottom line that I must maintain at all times. Just as you are determined to protect me, you must also pay attention to your words and deeds. Again, if you are not confident about handing over your precious granddaughter to I have it in my hands, so you will be her 'agent'.

Look, what a perfect actor. "