My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank

Chapter 2745 - 915: I Even Wore My Coolest Outfit—Can’t Go Home Empty-Handed

A bolt of blood-red light descended from the sky, transforming into lightning.

This was a costly transmission of divine power. The Endless One had previously assessed that the dispersion of this kind of divine power transmission, which crossed the three planes of subspace, star realm, and the material world, was astonishing. It seemed that the determination of The Master of Hunting to kill the God of the North Wind had become incredibly firm.

This also fits perfectly with His appearance and divine role. He does not turn back until the target is fully hunted down, and everything in the world can become an arrow on His war bow, used at His disposal.

Today, serving as this hunting arrow, is the Silver Wolf Herson.

As a demigod, the Silver Wolf’s ability to bear and manipulate power far surpassed Huggesen. The moment she was struck by the blood-colored lightning, her already enormous body underwent a horrifying mutation.

The power from The Master of Hunting permeated her every bone and flesh, transforming the Silver Wolf into a "Blood Wolf". The third head, bitten off by Eris, rapidly regenerated, and blood-red bone spikes protruded from her spine, adding to her ferociousness.

The black horns emerging from the three heads formed a wild and bizarre crown; her claws were strengthened, and her teeth bared.

With bloodshot eyes glaring fiercely ahead, her three heads howled at the sky, changing the color of the heavens. Under the twilight sky, a blood moon quietly rose.

Where crimson moonlight shone, the heart of destruction stirred everywhere. With the Silver Wolf serving as the temporary vessel of divine power, The Master of Hunting unleashed a more powerful interference exploding into the material world. At the moment when the howling of the Silver Wolf paused, a spectacle of pouring blood rain was unleashed.

In the crossfire of this blood rain filled with destructive power and the extreme cold storm raised by Su, the Silver Wolf locked her gaze on her old father and launched another surprise pounce.

This time, the Golden Ones blocking her path were each slapped to the ground with a single paw. Kudell, whose strength was slightly inferior, was almost slapped to death with one hit, while Eris’ pounce was just taking shape when the Silver Wolf bit into her neck.

The death whiplash made Eris feel as if a white light carousel exploded before her eyes at that moment.

Nothing could stop the blood-colored Silver Wolf now. Even Old Su Head himself felt the threat. Enveloped in the fire of faith, He struggled to rise, ready to engage in a final duel with His desperate daughter.

However, as the Silver Wolf launched her final destruction pounce in the blood rain, just when Old Su Head was also about to risk everything to personally finish off his doomed daughter, a whistling figure crashed down like a meteor between the two giant wolves.

The War Marshal Power Armor activated its arms, also moving the "Siege Hammer" reinforcement module loaded on its back.

Murphy looked at the charge of the Silver Wolf Herson with a subtle expression from within his full-coverage battle helmet. He didn’t know how to describe her actions at this moment.

I can understand your madness to try and kill your own father... but there are so many ways available, why choose to accept the Evil God’s power right in front of me?

Are you sure the Master of Hunting intends to help you, rather than offering you as a sacrifice to beg me to reconcile with Him?

Hmm, the Silver Wolf must be very frightened to make such a poor choice.

"Despair breeds fear, and fear brings stupidity..."

Murphy racked his brains for a second to think of an adjective to describe Herson’s choice.

As the blood-colored Silver Wolf lunged forward, blocking Old Su Head, Murphy controlled the four fists of the Power Armor. The moment twenty fingers clenched into fists and an energy-overloaded blow was ready...

Omega Suppression, activate!

Dazzling white light burst forth from the outline of the War Marshal Power Armor, quickly spreading to form a white barrier, making the fiercely charging Herson experience what those subspace power users who faced Murphy once felt.

She felt an electric-like sting; what’s more terrifying, was that her power weakened rapidly like a deflating balloon.

Not only was the enhancement granted by The Master of Hunting affected, but her own power was also reduced to an untenable level of weakness.

"You... what kind of damn thing did you give me! Is this your power? Master of Hunting, even a dog wouldn’t use such trash!"

Herson screamed in a rage, like a little fairy duped into buying a counterfeit product by consumerism, while the Master of Hunting remained oddly silent. Probably He had nothing to say when facing a freak like Murphy?

In any case, the weakened Silver Wolf came barreling up, furiously flailing her four paws in the air, trying to avoid the punch of the steel fist that looked extremely painful right ahead.

This scene, to be honest, was a bit laughable...

But in the next second, two large and two small fists loaded with energy struck forth simultaneously, like a classic replay of of Ora Ora Ora and Muda Muda Muda. The "Destruction Combo" program that came with the reinforcing component landed at least twenty heavy punches onto Herson’s three heads upon contact.

"Ah!"

Murphy even shouted out a spirited slogan in his heart in cooperation, and Herson cooperated by screaming miserably and flying backward, dragging her enormous body over the ground leaving a sorrowful blood trail.

Her body and her ambitions were both already "poro poro da".

The blood-colored Power Armor exited the strong strike mode, and Murphy inside turned to look back at Old Su Head, gesturing with a "please" motion, saying:

"Will you do it? Or shall I do it for you?"

Old Su Head turned away, choosing not to look, and lay down again in an extremely exhausted manner, pressing His majestic wolf head against overlapping paws. He closed His eyes, letting the blood-scented cold wind blow through His mane.

Like a despondent old man sitting by the fireplace, He sighed and said:

"Please, Chosen of the Creator God, help me end this dispute that has caused so much misfortune. I need some rest... I want to meet my daughter again in my dreams..."

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