Blood Vulture VS Wolfsbane

"Damn! What is that thing, why is it so bright?"

The sudden light in Smuggler's Woods caused a commotion among the nervous Little Players.

Those lights were nothing like fire. If they had to be described, it was more like the glaring arc of a searchlight turning on, illuminating an entire area and making the surroundings seem even darker.

But Murphy could see more.

He was a Psionic User to some extent, and Miss Femis's manuscript also recorded similar things.

"Solar Psionics! One of the most effective and also one of the most mysterious and rare types of psionics against Dark Creatures. It seems the Young Miss has run into a tough opponent."

Murphy muttered, and the other Little Players, realizing their insidious plan had succeeded, erupted in cheers, acting like fishermen who had witnessed a fight between two rivals. Now they just had to wait for both sides to wear each other down before they could rush in and pick up the spoils.

However, this joy didn't last long. Just a few minutes later, Murphy's keen senses in the darkness caught a faint movement.

"Shhh!"

He quieted the players and placed his hand on the ground, letting his psionic energy seep into the earth. Soon, clear hoofbeats entered his perception.

"Someone's coming, approaching quickly, arriving in about five minutes. Prepare to intercept!"

Murphy waved his hand, and the Little Players immediately scurried back to their positions. Before the vampire melted back into the darkness, he gestured to Maxim.

The white-haired Loyal Servant took a deep breath, pulled down his mask, and quickly walked to the side of the players in the ambush zone.

He knew his duty.

He had to play "Murphy" to buy his master safety and opportunities.

He had no complaints about this, and Murphy himself hid in the omnipresent darkness, as the strongest fighting force in the Little Player group, he had to patiently wait until the most critical moment to appear.

Twenty Cuirassiers from the Guelderland Kingdom soon appeared on the desolate path of Smuggler's Woods. They weren't wearing full armor, maintaining a lighter and more agile stance, each holding a Carbine and cautiously leading the way.

Behind them was a heavy black Carriage pulled by two horses, with Infantry Guardians armed with Firearm on either side of the carriage.

As they rapidly approached the ambush zone, Yang Hen, the sniper on the branches, also lay down and began to aim. The Psionicists under the Young Miss had set up camouflage here, enough to ensure that ordinary people couldn't detect their presence.

But just as the cavalry was about to reach the Cavalry Trap area, a voice suddenly came from the carriage:

"Ambush ahead! Idiots! Stop!"

"Bang"

Seeing that the well-trained cavalry was already slowing down, Yang Hen felt a pang of anxiety, but she didn't fire rashly. Instead, she immediately turned her gun and pulled the trigger.

The flying bullet didn't hit a person but bit fiercely into the hindquarters of the horse pulling the carriage.

The pain caused by the splashing blood made the horse whinny and charge forward in fright. The driver couldn't control the suddenly frantic horse and could only watch helplessly as the carriage broke through the cavalry and charged onto the dimly lit road ahead.

The poor horse stepped into a Cavalry Trap and fell with a crash, its body pierced by the wicked wooden stakes within. The heavy four-wheeled carriage, in its violent jolting, unfortunately, ran over a landmine and flipped over in a muffled explosion.

Not only did the boxes inside scatter everywhere, but several of the guarding Infantry were also crushed under the carriage, tragically perishing.

"It worked! Quick! Open fire!"

Board Happy Stick, whose heart had been in his throat, jumped up excitedly when he saw Yang Hen's brilliant shot.

He no longer waited, shouting with all his might, and his comrades in the trenches and the Dormitory Six Brothers in the foxholes immediately poked their heads out, unleashing a chaotic barrage of bullets and crossbow bolts from their hands.

The accuracy of this almost blind fire was terrible!

But fortunately, there were enough of them. A single volley from over a dozen people managed to take down a few of the cavalry.

On the Carriage parked on the flank of the ambush zone, the old buddies Nitou Che and Chanche Ren grinned and activated the heavy Automatic Hunting Crossbow. Taking advantage of the cavalry scattering, they began to fire with gusto.

This old-fashioned weapon had astonishing destructive power.

The flying crossbow bolts swept over the convoy like a storm, shredding the horses that had nowhere to hide, forcing the well-trained cavalry to take cover behind the overturned carriage.

Everything was proceeding according to Happy Stick's plan, and the commander's heart, which had been in his throat, finally settled down.

He emptied the lead bullets from his hand, grabbed the Retainer Spear beside him, and roared as he leaped out of the trench. Amidst the echoes of the Hunting Crossbow's covering fire, he shouted with bloodlust, "Everyone, fix bayonets! Brothers, charge with me!"

"What bayonets are you talking about? Get a grip, man!"

Brother Wu Miao also jumped out with a War Halberd, complaining as he charged alongside the somewhat hyped-up Happy Stick. He then said to the Succubus and Old Qu and Black Silk Brother beside him, "It feels like something's missing without a Charge Horn."

"Yeah, it's not quite the same."

"We'll get one next time! Find a brother who can blow it to be our Bugler!"

A group of men, fueled by adrenaline, charged along the foxholes towards the collapsed carriage. The Dormitory Six Brothers in the foxholes, seeing their comrades' bravery, thought that even though they were young, they couldn't fall behind and grabbed their weapons to join in.

"Quick! Niu Niu, the Meat Shield goes first!"

A Cha, wielding twin blades, roared. Niu Niu, who had been ready, grabbed the War Blade and a Blood-red Retainer Shield previously gifted by his NPC, put on his Leather Armor, and leaped out with a roar.

This Sports Student, with his long legs, long arms, and tall stature, was truly fast when running. He overtook Happy Stick, who was roaring and charging, and was the first to enter the enemy formation.

The flamboyant him was also wearing a Scarlet Midnight Cloak, making him instantly the most eye-catching person in the crowd.

The dismounted cavalry, pinned down by the storm of the Hunting Crossbow, saw a group charging from the flank and immediately moved to engage them. They were all veterans of the Guelderland Kingdom's Pioneer Legion, fearless in Melee Combat.

However, as soon as these cavalrymen charged out of cover, they were taken down one by one by the waiting sniper, Yang Hen. Niu Niu, who was charging in at that moment, was startled when the enemy's head exploded right before his eyes.

But the atmosphere had been built up to this point, right?

He simply closed his eyes, roared, and swung his blade wildly. Relying on his height advantage, he used his shield to smash the second cavalryman to the ground.

The unlucky fellow tried to get up, but was then stabbed through the chest by an "Onboard Happy Stick" that charged in from the side, roaring with standard assassination techniques. Killing two in a row greatly boosted the morale of the players behind them.

Driven by Brother Wu Miao and others' reckless charge, they relied on their fearlessness and rushed forward, using fierce close-quarters combat to drive the resisting cavalrymen out of their cover.

The cunning Ge Bao and A Cha also picked up the carbines dropped by the cavalrymen from the ground and fired wildly to create chaos, pushing them towards the Denial Trench deeper within the ambush zone.

Given the depth of that large pit, these ordinary soldiers wouldn't be able to climb out for a while if they fell in!

"We won!"

Murphy, hiding in the darkness, breathed a sigh of relief as he saw his Little Players fighting so bravely. He thought that having tactics really made a difference, and it was much more efficient than a chaotic free-for-all.

This round was sixteen against over twenty, and their martial spirit was overflowing.

But at this critical juncture, a dark figure suddenly burst out of the overturned carriage and lunged towards the Nitou Che and Chanche Ren who were frantically firing.

The two middle-aged brothers, who were in the middle of their shooting spree, didn't have time to react to what was happening before a flash of blood-red light crossed their eyes, leaving behind sharp, crisscrossing claw marks that split Nitou Che, man and armor, into three pieces. With a ga sound, he bid farewell to this brutal and exciting world.

Chanche Ren stared blankly from the side.

He subconsciously looked up, only to have his neck gripped by five tightly clenched fingers and lifted into the air. The light from the Solar Psionics flashing in the distance behind him allowed him to see the attacker clearly.

Dressed in a British-style formal suit and a black Top hat, with a white shirt and green vest outlining a refined image. His well-trimmed beard and the Bloodstone Wolf Head Ring on his finger indicated that this fellow seemed to have some status, and didn't look like someone who should be on the battlefield.

But the slender fingernails extending from his left hand were like Wolf Claws, and they were currently dripping blood.

"The Blood Vultures are good at training their dogs."

The man gritted his teeth and said:

"Such vibrant Blood Servants are rare in this era."

What is this NPC babbling about? I don't understand a single word!

Chanche Ren, whose neck was being choked, struggled and complained wildly in his mind.

Seeing that he was likely not going to survive, Chanche Ren's courage surged. In his struggle, he drew the Short Sword from his waist and stabbed towards the man in front of him.

As expected, he missed.

The Little Players, who had not yet unlocked the Leveling Function, were still too far apart in power from the NPC. Chanche Ren's desperate counterattack didn't even graze the opponent's clothes before his neck was snapped with a crack.

Chanche Ren's corpse hit the ground and disappeared into light particles. This sight made the perpetrator's eyes widen, and he then realized something was wrong.

These were not Blood Servants of the Blood Vulture clan!

These were Summons!

Damn it!

The opponent also had a Summoner hiding in the dark?

Was this another trap?

He felt a sense of dread. Although he was very strong, he still resorted to his tricks. Activating his family's special ability, amidst the flickering starlight and a long wolf howl, two massive, pale white Astral Wolves appeared at his feet.

As he raised his hand, these ferocious beasts from another world roared and lunged towards the Little Players who were busy slaughtering the cavalrymen.

Then, a sharp blade thrust forward, forcing the perpetrator, who had just completed his summon, to retreat. He blocked a few times with the hand at his waist, then drew his sword with his left hand, catching a Staff Sword in his palm and retreating to meet the enemy.

Maxim, who had rushed over, stood with his sword, warily watching the man in front of him.

The Top hat, which had been pierced, slid from the air. As it wobbled and fell to the ground, the perpetrator grinned, his eyes glowing with a faint green light in the night.

He sized up Maxim's luxurious chainmail and weapons, twitched his nose, bared the fangs beneath his lips, and licked his tongue, saying:

"You're the Blood Vulture's dog! A true loyal Blood Servant, I can even smell your beating heart. Your blood must be delicious, right? State your name, Commander!

I need to write a combat report when I get back."

"Maxim Sena Vlad!"

The Loyal Servant knew what this meant.

He also recognized the attacker as a vampire, but not one from the Blood Vulture clan. Following the teachings he had received, he responded in a deep voice:

"Jed. No, Scion of Murphy!"

"Murphy? Never heard of that name. I suppose he's not an important figure in the Blood Vulture clan."

The attacker snorted. He held his Staff Sword forward in a unique stance, staring at Maxim like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey, and said sinisterly:

"Joppan Makchi Gangro! Gray Claw Faction of the Wolfsbane clan, Scion of Corando!"

Introducing oneself was a Bloodkin custom.

The ancient tradition always ensured that each clan accurately received news of the death of every Bloodline descendant, with the surviving opponent responsible for relaying it.

As the words fell, both men attacked each other simultaneously.

Maxim's swordsmanship was good, but his physical condition was clearly no match for a true vampire. After only a few moves, he fell into a disadvantage.

But Maxim showed no fear, and his attacks became even fiercer. Relying on the extremely defensive chainmail he wore, he endured the blows, like a wolf cub on its first hunt, determined to leave a mark on the opponent even at the cost of injury.

Murphy's sword was quickly knocked away by Joppan. Facing the staff sword's cut, Maxim didn't retreat but advanced, risking broken hand bones to lunge forward and hold Joppan in place.

The Wolfsbane Bloodline realized something was wrong and kicked Maxim away. However, the restraint of the gloomy psionic energy that appeared behind him made it too late to retreat further.

"Pfft."

The moment Joppan was pinned down by the "Skilled" level Dark Impact: Binding Hand, the Blade of the Desire Scion, entwined with chilling psionic energy, descended from above with Murphy. Amplified by the impact, it fiercely pierced Joppan's back.

Murphy, having completed a sneak attack, still had bloodstains on his lips. It was fresh blood drawn from an unfortunate cavalryman. The activation of Blood Thirst made him more ferocious and warlike.

This sneak attack wouldn't kill an elite vampire.

It wasn't enough.

But it was enough to draw the attention of this dangerous fellow, giving the Little Players more time to deal with the chaotic battlefield before them.

"Ravenor Murphy Lasombra, Blood Vulture Clan, Edge Faction, Scion of Triss!"

His voice echoed in Joppan's ears, just like the ancient vampire dueling etiquette of announcing one's lineage, but then it turned into a mocking sneer:

"What are you, a Wolfsbane punk, pretending to be an ancient bloodline? You used the wrong etiquette fighting my servant just now. It seems no matter how fancy your clothes are, they can't hide your pathetic low-class aura.

Follow me! You disgraceful thug.

Let the blood of the Eternal Sin Descendant reach the heavens, and let the Mother of Night witness this Eternal Silence."

"Bastard!"

The Wolfsbane Thug, stabbed in the side, contorted his face. His human illusion had shattered, making him closer to the true Anomaly Form of a Wolfsbane Vampire.

It was a monstrous hybrid of a Night Bat and a Wolf, and the unique power of the Wolfsbane Clan known as "Wild Beast Form."

Joppan's wolf-like eyes flickered, tracking Murphy's movements as he leaped through the night. Then, brandishing his staff sword, he spread his short, double wings and glided over.

A Bloodkin had issued an Eternal Silence duel to another Bloodkin!

No self-respecting vampire with any courage would refuse, let alone with the centuries-old grievances entangled between the Blood Vultures and the Wolfsbane. Moreover, that guy was the summoner of these summons.

Kill him!

This perilous situation would resolve itself!

So, let the hunt begin.