My Players Are So Fierce-Chapter 324:

When Brother Stick saw that someone had gotten to his planned treasury first, his blood rage immediately peaked. After learning it was a group of Blood Vulture traitors causing trouble, this anger quickly transformed into the final bit of bloodlust needed before beginning a bloody hunt.

The other brothers had no objections to his decision.

Although they were slightly outnumbered compared to the opposition, Meow King’s team was known for their excellent equipment. Everyone except the newly joined Tobacco Mulberry was at Black Iron rank. Though their Black Iron rank was slightly diluted compared to NPC Black Iron rank, this wouldn’t affect the big picture.

Moreover, they were mighty warriors from the “Seris” tribe, eliminating a few Blood Vulture traitors would be child’s play.

So under Tobacco Mulberry’s “Heaven’s Eye” command, the squad approached the village burned by the Blood Vulture traitors from two directions.

Meow King, hiding in the grass under cover of night, narrowed his eyes and saw several wagons parked ahead. The Blood Servants commanded by the Blood Vulture traitors were loading filled Spirit Bags into the wagons.

Further away, at a pond behind the village, a downward-extending secret passage had been opened. Several Blood Vulture traitors were guarding it while supervising the Blood Servants’ work.

Judging by this strange entry method and the weathered Blood Vulture emblem at the entrance, this was clearly the entrance to an armory.

“Brother Stick, let’s rush over and close that entrance!” Meow King said in private chat to Onboard Joy Stick on the other side of the village.

“Lock those vampires searching inside! After we deal with the ones outside, we’ll clean up the armory. Do you know how to operate the mechanism to close the armory entrance?”

“Yes, Lord Murphy gave me a blood vial before we left. Most Blood Vulture Clan mechanisms require clan members’ blood.”

Onboard Joy Stick replied:

“Watch out for those up high, don’t let them escape.”

“Old Tune is watching them, they won’t get away!”

Meow King snorted and said:

“His bag is full of Vampire’s Requiem, those ‘Witch Hunter Bullets’ made by Grand Duchess Tris are perfect for dealing with these shameless traitors. Little Hands, are the villagers still alive?”

“Some were killed.”

Don’t Need Hands to Show Off, who had already sneaked into the village using stealth, replied in a low voice:

“But about 100 women and children are locked in the village storehouse. Perfect, these people can be taken back to exchange for construction points. I just made a round and found these vampires are all Black Iron elite monsters.

Be careful when you fight. I’ll go get the blood vial from Brother Stick to close the door.

You don’t need to worry about this side.”

“Good! We move in 5 minutes.”

Meow King exhaled deeply.

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He drew his replica sacred blade from his waist and took several Bloodwood Seeds from his Spirit Bag. Along with Three to Five Pecks and Day One No Fap and Black Stockings Brother beside him, he knelt on the ground like the most sincere divine warriors, preparing to initiate another war sacrifice while muttering Avalon’s divine name.

You have to admit, Meow King’s current posture of bowing his head in prayer already had somewhat of a middle-aged priest’s bearing, looking quite intimidating.

Time passed second by second.

When the countdown to battle ended, a sudden gunshot rang out in the darkness behind them.

On the high slope, a male vampire who was flirting with a female vampire suddenly had his chest explode as a Vampire’s Requiem bullet, concentrated with 30 times daylight potion, struck his heart in Old Tune’s precise assassination.

The sudden burst of pain made him howl as he fell from the slope, only to have his head cut off by Black Stockings Brother who jumped out from hiding and swung the clan guardian greatsword.

“In the name of our god Avalon! Fiend, accept purification!”

Meow King shouted as he threw three Bloodwood Seeds.

They landed and quickly took root, growing into grotesque-looking Bloodwood Treants wrapped in vines and covered in thorns, roaring as they swung their barbed vine arms wildly, sending unsuspecting Blood Servants flying.

The Blood Vulture traitors around reacted quickly and immediately pounced forward.

But they couldn’t break through Three to Five Pecks’ super heavy shield defense, and even had trouble penetrating it. Instead, two of them were chopped down by Meow King’s blade ignited with purifying fire.

Onboard Joy Stick also charged out from the village’s flank with the shouting and seemingly insane Kind-Face Giant Shark Uncle, swinging his cavalry war halberd left and right to make the scene even more chaotic. In this chaos, Little Hands slipped over and inserted the blood vial into the armory mechanism.

With a rumbling sound, the entrance under the pond closed again, trapping the Blood Servants and vampires inside the armory.

Without backup now, the vampires on the ground became more panicked.

They thought they were being ambushed by elite Witch Hunters, but when they saw Brother Stick spread his Blood Wings to chase down traitors in the air, these fellows realized things were dire.

The Crimson Citadel’s hunters had arrived!

The traitor massacre in Bataxin had already proven the new Grand Duchess’s attitude toward traitors like them, and last time when the Young Lady led people to the Seicob territory, she thoroughly uprooted the remnants hiding there. These two events made these border-crossing traitors very anxious.

Now seeing these Blood Servants led by vampire Tomb Guards being so fierce, their courage immediately diminished by several degrees.

They didn’t even think about continuing to resist, but tried to scatter and escape.

But how could Electronic Succubus Old Tune, hiding in the distance, give them this chance?

Vampire’s Requiem bullets were loaded into the chamber one after another. The battle in this mountainous terrain made Old Tune’s Witch Hunter shots even more precise and deadly. Any hesitation in aerial flight would be met with a headshot.

Most brilliantly, even in such chaotic circumstances, Tobacco Mulberry in the safe zone maintained high-intensity operation of his detection magic, which was like having a “personal radar” to detect enemy movements for the assault team.

Just like having wall hacks, it prevented those vampires from escaping under the cover of darkness.

The battle proceeded chaotically and rapidly.

Just a few minutes later, the last mobile female vampire was struck in the chest by Brother Stick’s war halberd after taking a Spirit Lightning bolt head-on. She spat blood and fell to the ground with the sharp sound of shattering ribs.

She tried to struggle.

But the seemingly crazed Kind-Face Giant Shark Uncle charged over shouting and destroyed her Blood Wings with two punches and a kick, leaving her with no possibility of escape.

As for those Blood Servants used as laborers

They were terrified, especially after seeing this “vampire civil war”. Each of them was too scared to make any moves.

“Puff”

Little Hands swung his dagger into the fallen vampires’ chests, mercilessly digging out their Midnight Hearts amid their screams, letting them transform into ugly statues in the night.

These guys struck ruthlessly, with skilled movements and expressionless faces, clearly not their first time doing such things.

This scene made the captured female vampire curl up into a ball.

She was already convinced in her heart that these must be the merciless Iron Guards sent by the new Grand Duchess Tris, elite forces specially deployed to hunt down traitors like them.

“Where did you come from?”

Having fought a good battle, Brother Stick finally dispersed the few bits of depression in his heart. He glanced at the thumping armory stone door in the distance without dealing with it first, and instead looked down at the terrified vampire at his feet, asking:

“You better answer honestly. This way, when we send you back to the Crimson Citadel, we can still put in a few good words for you before Lady Adele, let you die quickly.

Save yourself from being tied to a cross to receive the Sunscorching Punishment. You know what the Sunscorching Punishment means for vampires, right?”

“Yes, don’t think about living.”

Meow King also chimed in:

“Grand Duchess Tris has issued orders, the Crimson Citadel will not accept any traitors’ surrender! You’re already dead, poor thing, but you still have the right to choose how you die.”

“But I don’t want to die!”

The female vampire clutched her chest wound and screamed:

“Betraying the clan wasn’t my choice! My elder betrayed the Blood Vulture, what could I do as a descendant? Give me a chance! Please! Give me a chance to live. I abandoned everything to become a vampire, not to die in this godforsaken backwater that nobody cares about.”

“That’s not for us to decide, we’re just following orders.”

Brother Stick put on a malicious thug face and crouched down with a cold smile.

He took out a roll of bandages from his Spirit Bag and threw it to the miserable lady surrounded by several men. He softened his tone and said:

“Of course, while in principle we take no prisoners, principles having exceptions means there are always exceptions. For example, the poor Blood Vulture widow Mary and some of her friends survived. If you can provide intelligence that interests Lord Murphy, you might still have a chance for redemption. But chances to live have always needed to be earned yourself, poor thing.

I’ll ask you one last time!

Where did you come from?

And where did you get the information about the Blood Vulture armory? This place’s intelligence isn’t something just any vampire would know.”

“It…it was Lady Cecilia who gave us the information.”

The female vampire didn’t plan to demonstrate her loyalty. She curled up her body and said softly:

“My elder brought us here. He’s the one you locked in the armory, a powerful Silver rank vampire swordsman. You’re no match for him.”

“Whether we can beat him or not is our business! You better say something useful!”

Brother Stick was getting a bit impatient.

The female vampire shrank her neck and said:

“All of us have already joined the Wolfsbane Clan, making a living under Lady Cecilia’s ‘Wolf Vulture’ faction. But we’re just marginal members, otherwise we wouldn’t have been casually sent to this middle-of-nowhere place to dig up this damn armory!

I really don’t know much.

I only know we have a secret mission to ambush a merchant convoy on the border of East Prussia and Transia and make it look like the Blood Vulture Clan’s work, and the weapons from here are to be sent back to Greenleaf Island.

Lady Cecilia believes the weapons here were left by her lover, so this poor heartbroken widow has sufficient reason to inherit all this. That’s all I know, please.

I really just want to live!

I don’t care who I serve, I’ll do anything just to stay alive.

Please, give me a chance!

Betraying the clan truly wasn’t voluntary!

I don’t want to join Wolfsbane, wuu wuu, those brutal bastards are all crazy, I don’t want to become one of them!”

“What are you crying for? Vampires can’t shed tears, you fool. This only makes you look like a pretentious idiot. You want to live, but whether you can live or not is up to Lord Murphy’s inquiry, perhaps you can beg our merciful lord.”

Brother Stick cursed.

He stood up and walked aside with Meow King, saying with slight confusion:

“The name Lady Cecilia feels somewhat familiar. Have you heard of this person somewhere?”

“Isn’t ‘Cecilia’ the Young Lady’s middle name?”

Meow King had good memory.

He immediately reacted and said to Brother Stick:

“Should we report this information to the Young Lady? She might be interested.”

“Don’t have her contact information.”

Brother Stick shook his head and said:

“We’re not part of the Midnight faction, those noble Spirit Mages wouldn’t look twice at us frontline grunts. Forget it, let’s report to Lady Adele first, all these spy and agent matters are under her management. Wait, let me write a report first.”

“Then what about this girl?”

Meow King looked back at the vampire who was covering her face and wailing, and said softly:

“This one’s quite cowardly, and doesn’t seem to be pretending. Her figure and looks aren’t bad either. Though not comparable to E-Sister, she’s barely above passing grade. It would be a waste to kill such a ‘quality NPC’.

Should we spare her?”

“Whatever.”

Brother Stick had already opened the character interface and started editing the report text. He casually said:

“If you want to let her go then let her go, but I seriously doubt whether she can even survive tonight in her current situation, so let’s leave it to our NPCs’ judgment.

If her information is valuable, she’ll probably survive.”

Onboard Joy Stick quickly sent the report text to Lady Adele.

He thought it would take at least a few hours to receive a reply, but in less than 10 minutes, to Brother Stick’s surprise, a crimson rift opened outside the village where everyone was gathered.

The petite Young Lady strode out from it, wielding the Night Howl Staff that was taller than her person, with several vampire Spirit Mages of the Midnight faction following closely behind. The “Blood Vulture widow” Mary accompanied the Young Lady with a cold face.

Although the Young Lady couldn’t develop her own bloodline, Mary had clearly already replaced Lady Adele’s former position by the Young Lady’s side, which wasn’t a bad thing for the Blood Vulture widow.

Seeing this important NPC appear in this remote mountain valley, Brother Stick and Meow King exchanged glances and both saw delight in each other’s eyes.

Damn!

This wave definitely triggered a key plot!

And upon seeing the Young Lady personally appear, that spared female vampire was completely terrified. Obviously she recognized Femis and knew the Young Lady’s status and identity in the Blood Vulture Clan.

“You! Tell me everything you know about Lady Cecilia! Don’t miss a single word.”

The Young Lady said coldly to the vampire before her, while Brother Stick came up and reminded:

“Young Lady, there are other vampires still locked in the underground vault, including this coward’s elder. He’s said to be a Silver rank vampire swordsman, he must know more!”

“Well that’s perfect.”

A trace of ferocity flashed across Femis’s face as she said:

“Open it!

You all wait outside, I’ll handle this trouble.

Also, you did very well with the treasure hunting work. Murphy asked me to tell you that the distribution of spoils from the armory will have to wait until we return to the Crimson Citadel.”

“That’s how it should be, we’re serving Transia’s cause after all.”

Brother Stick immediately said some pretty words, as Little Hands placed the blood vial into the Blood Vulture armory mechanism slot again.

The armory door under the pond slowly opened, and almost simultaneously a figure rapidly shot toward the sky, but was violently struck back to the ground by a blood-red thorny vine phantom amid the Young Lady’s roaring scream.

Then a brutal metamagic Disintegration spell’s crimson beam was thrown out, shattering the sturdy armor into scattered pieces and even the ritual black blade in hand was spiritually decomposed, while vampire vines emerging from underground tightly bound the swordsman’s limbs like chains.

Boiling Spirit Energy was released as rotating dagger blades sweeping over the latter’s body like a cloud storm, making vampire blood splash onto the ground.

“She’s really angry!”

The observing Meow King whispered to Tobacco Mulberry beside him:

“Look at her Spirit Energy control, then look at yours.”

“I’m a Detection Mage, stop comparing her to me. Different jobs have different specialties, understand?”

Tobacco Mulberry replied with an envious yet sour face, watching this violent magic user dominate a same-rank vampire swordsman so thoroughly he couldn’t even use bat escape.

After casting the Midnight Paralysis spell, the Young Lady didn’t even bother to question him but directly cast an unknown but terrifying-looking spell.

Femis used vicious Spirit Energy to violently search for the information she needed directly in his mind, completely disregarding whether he lived or died. The direct result of this cruel operation was that the dazed Silver vampire swordsman let out an agonized scream, then after a few seconds of information searching, his head exploded with a bang.

This injury was severe even for a vampire, but the Young Lady only coldly wiped the red and white filth from her hands, turned to look at the curled-up vampire descendant, and threw a Spirit Energy-gathered short sword in front of her.

She said:

“Kill him! Dig out his heart! Then you can wash away your shame and return to the Blood Vulture. I will assign you a new elder. Of course you can also choose not to do this, follow your elder into eternal silence. Choose for yourself.

Just consider this the final mercy from my father who now eternally sleeps in the Astral Realm.”

This cruel and terrifying request made that female vampire’s face fill with fear and shock.

But the Young Lady clearly didn’t care about this vampire’s choice, or even care about this traitor’s life.

She just turned back to look at Brother Stick and Meow King, saying to them in a serious tone:

“These Wolfsbane brutes want to ambush the Carpe family’s transport team tomorrow night. They want to prevent Transia from regaining its industrial production line. We must stop this operation, but it’s dangerous, so you can choose whether to participate or not. You’re all nodding without even considering it?

Alright, alright.

Every time I see you, I gain new understanding of your courage. Come then, we need to prepare before reinforcements arrive.”