Chapter 2847 - 949: Stop Fighting, It’s All Sir Murphy’s Plot!

Chapter 2847: Chapter 949: Stop Fighting, It’s All Sir Murphy’s Plot!

"Sorry, Lumi, but I’ve grown tired of being called Little Potato. Once I put on that power armor, I’m going to send those bad guys who call me Little Potato flying with a punch each!"

"I say, you, Little Potato, was it you who betrayed us, right?"

Little Wei Ming hadn’t yet recovered from the exciting tension of a successful backstab when the icy voice of Yama sounded behind her as if summoned by death. It was Sister Pomegranate, with a threatening aura, who seized Little Wei Ming’s neck with her sharp combat claws and said:

"You really are bold..."

"Wow, Brother Cat, save me! Your wife has gone crazy!"

Little Potato screamed, and in a fit of rage, Sister Pomegranate almost snapped her neck.

Just then, a sharp blade swooshed down, forcing Sister Pomegranate to explode into bats to dodge the attack on the spot. With the winds beneath him, Brother Cat landed, rolled over, picked up the heavy sword, and winked at Little Wei Ming saying:

"Don’t be afraid, Little Potato, I’m here to subdue the tiger."

"What did you call me!? I’ve had enough of it! Take this shot, ahhh!"

This chaotic situation pushes forward, making the God Slayers get knocked out of the battle ring in bizarre ways, and by the seventeenth minute, out of two hundred people in the chaos, less than forty remained fighting, driving the nearby spectators into hysteria.

Soldiers shouted and cheered for their supported God Slayers while Blood Vulture Clan psychics projected the battle scenes to the heights of the battlefield, continually pushing the celebration atmosphere to more fervent levels.

Even the usually rational Sanghai People were infected.

Sitting high above watching the thrilling match, His Highness Prince Hu Fu couldn’t help but clench his fist, acknowledging that while this victory celebration was against logic, it was undoubtedly brimming with the locals’ unique boldness and nonchalance.

"How about it? I told you Transylvania is fun, these Transia People are a bunch of battle maniacs. When they have enemies, they unite to repel them, but without enemies, they fight amongst themselves."

Qiuchote gripped three strings of quite delicious large grilled meats, eating while handing one string to Hu Fu, saying:

"These Foreign Spirit Heroes are the best among them. They see combat as their daily life’s condiment; they feel uncomfortable all over without a day of battle, even the Feathered Serpent God is watching them. I guess soon my god will give an oracle, asking me to select a batch of ’Heavenly Fire Fighters’ here for the old man."

"Indeed, martial virtue is abundant."

Hu Fu nodded in agreement and said:

"No wonder these warriors can act against gods; however, I heard that Nifytelli chose some warriors for her Bome Lineage, so Foreigners can freely choose their identities in this world?"

"They can, this is all granted by Lord Morphy."

Qiuchote quietly said to Hu Fu:

"I suspect Lord Morphy’s generosity stems from these warriors only obeying his orders. Once he deems a nation his enemy, those Foreign Spirit Heroes already within the country will become his war vanguard.

Thus, after recruiting some Sanghai People Spirit Heroes, Little Mummy no longer actively accepts more."

"No need for that."

Hu Fu glanced far off towards Governor Morphy enjoying the spirit hero battle from the high platform. His gaze was keenly sensed by Morphy, who turned back, looked from holding Triss’s wrist, and flashed a gentle smile at His Highness Prince Hu Fu.

The Crown Prince of the Sanghai People returned the smile and shook his head, saying to Qiuchote:

"Mr. Morphy has another identity; he is the master destined for the Sanghai People. Nifytelli’s caution is commendable, but she should also understand this point. Eventually, the Sanghai People will unite under Lord Morphy’s banner, launching a resolute glory war against the enemies of the creator.

And that will be the best contribution we offer to the creator.

Hmm, they’re about to decide the victory!"

Hu Fu’s judgment was accurate, as the fierce battle in the ring reached the final phase. After another elimination wave, less than twelve people remained, all elites among the players.

The Great Shark was among them.

However, this shameless guy activated cheats!

He maintained a remarkably shameless "locked-health" state, depending on the berserk heart bestowed by Vam. Despite having just a sliver of health left, he kept healing with rage continuously, using elimination-like blade moves for counterattacks, aggressively sending the players besieging him away one by one.

This scene must’ve long been in this freak’s plan; clearly, Great Shark’s proposal to determine the ownership of the treasure through brawl wasn’t solely driven by a desire for combat frenzy.

This guy, like Vam, is rough yet subtle, indeed sharp.

"I say, if we keep fighting like this, it’ll be unseemly, folks."

Holding a heavy sword, Niu Niu covered his injuries with wings, while breathing to heal, said to the others eyeing him:

"I think we should be more rational..."

"It’s too late to be rational now; what do you expect me to do?"

Brother Meow, trapped in the war frenzy, with eyes blood-red, shouted surrounded by a mass of carnivorous plants:

"I must get my hands on that thing! My brothers are watching me."

"Your guild can’t afford it alone."

Sister Pomegranate murmured:

"The energy consumption of Orchid’s Hunting Crown is terrifying; the costs of buying batteries from Sir Morphy have to be borne by the Silver Moon Group. This power armor surely uses standard batteries and is definitely power-hungry.

You can’t afford it, Brother Meow."

"Energy’s indeed a big issue, not to mention it needs a lot of materials for repair. Just the name of that task says it all; I suspect this thing is likely one of the guiding tasks for the next expansion, leading us to the Sanghai Empire.

After all, in terms of understanding creator technology, on this continent, no one grasps it better than the Sanghai People."

Stick Brother voluntarily laid down his flail and heavy shield, saying:

"How about, instead of distributing this thing, it be shared among God Slayers? Usually, it stays with Sir Morphy, who can apply and file requests when needed, and if two-thirds of us agree, it gets deployed.

But any profits from battles involving the power armor will be evenly split among all, how about that?

This way, there’s no loss of harmony."

"Agreed!"

Brother Cat planted his sword in the ground, expressing his opinion.

As a martial artist, he isn’t very interested in power armor; no matter how mighty it is, it can’t withstand Lord Paryen’s spear thrust, proving further that the power system in this world still has room for exploration.

"I also agree."

Niu Niu released his wings, taking a deep breath, but then he asked:

"Can this thing be used by allied NPCs? I mean, Ambo..."

"Brother, you’re hopeless!"

Sister Pomegranate felt embarrassed, covering her face and waving, saying:

"Folks, do me a favor, send this shameful thing out, in my Old Bull Family we don’t have such an embarrassing member."

"Alright then, Niu Niu, take my shot!"

"Bang!"