Chapter 389: Dirty Fireworks (1/2)

Since there few Players actually relied on their wealth, Xi Wei’s adjustment of the runic system therefore did not affect anyone aside from Marni. In fact, with the cooler special light effects, the Players had become even more motivated to give the hill-folk a beatdown.

As such, the hill-folk who felt as if they had collided headlong into a steel wall was being cornered even further, with the Players giving them a good trashing with their variety of skills.

It was true that they were buffed by the Lord of the Peaks’ divine power, but that was not preexisting welfare, but a buff given to his own believers just recently so that they could kill the Church of Games’ followers. That being said, how could a temporary strengthening compare to the Players who earned their EXP trickle by trickle, constantly familiarizing and refining themselves?

If they were not obsessed with gaining three times the reward points from capturing compared to killing, the three hundred Players would have massacred the few thousands of hill-folk without leaving anyone alive!

And just like Xi Wei predicted, after the Players collectively weathered through the difficult starting phase, they now looked the shape of a strong legion with a place amongst the best on the continent!

As the Players continued to improve and nourish the God of Games from various aspects, Xi Wei himself would raise the limit of Player level and strengthen the Players. With this cycle now coming round, the Church of Games would rise rapidly and become a force that the other faiths could not ignore!

Still, the only thing that was curbing them from rocketing forward was that there were too few Players to form an effective swarm…

But that was digressing. Either way, Kaven Mor, the Hill Shaman and the Lord of the Peaks’ Chosen One was feeling a lack of power despite will in the face of the Players vicious assault.

As more and more hill-folk ended up killed or captured, Kaven Mor’ mental state took a turn for the worse.

They had never ended up so miserable, even though Kaven Mor himself had led his tribe to pillage and ended up being pursued by the Brilliant White Church’s sacred corps!

Moreover, this was the one occasion he could not choose to surrender, since this was no raid but a religious war-in the truest sense of the term!

Under such circumstances, choosing to surrender was equal to betraying his own god, which was the most heinous of crimes in this world.

That was the reason why wars between churches were always solemn, profound and cruel-something which Kaven Mor learned most deeply. “This isn’t working. The dude’s resistances are too high and he’s even invincible against most control skills! It’s too difficult to capture him alive!”

“Hitting him in the balls might work! There was another hill-folk with powerful resistance and will, but he was knocked out while foaming at the mouth a Holy Lancer hammered him there repeatedly!”

‘Which bloody church are you people from? Isn’t that too cruel, damn it?!’

Despite the air being heavy like a solemn self-destruction ritual just moments before, Kaven Mor almost broke out into a tirade of curses.

His rhythm off-balanced, he hence stumbled a little and would have suffered a strike otherwise.

Indeed, Kaven Mor lost composure even as he watched the youth who was circling around himself whilst holding a greatsword that could crush a drake’s egg.

Even if buffed by the Lord of Peaks, his balls would either be crushed or end up with such agony that leaves him immobile if struck by that weapon.