Only a Tasteless Thug Goes Mad at the Sight of Blood; Good Vampires Keep Themselves Pure

The battle in the ambush circle had entered its second phase.

The remaining cavalry of the convoy were driven into the denial trench and couldn't climb out for a while. However, the two astral wolves summoned by the disruptive Wolfsbane Vampire, Jopan Makchi, became a new threat.

These true otherworldly creatures were a whole size larger than ordinary wolves, fierce and loyal, moving with the speed of wind. They charged wildly in the night at their master's command, like calves, chasing a group of little players who scrambled to run.

The unlucky Jie Chong and Black Silk Brother had already met a grim end under the wolves' fangs. Brother Wu Miao, who was targeted, had no choice but to flee towards their trench with his remaining two great vajras, planning to play a game of hide-and-seek.

These two creatures were astral beings, making ranged attacks like bullets very ineffective against them. Just looking at their starlight-emitting skin indicated that they likely needed to be dealt with in melee combat.

However, while the little players weren't afraid of close-quarters combat with dismounted cavalry, they were still a bit hesitant to charge at half-human-sized giant wolves with their bare hands.

It was like how some warriors dared to slide tackle tigers, but still got chased and yelped like crazy by a guard goose. This wasn't a matter of courage; sometimes, the source of fear for humans was peculiar and irrational. For example, some people would go up to a clown to ask for a balloon, while others would wet their pants out of fear of a clown.

What's more, these were wolves! They bite!

"Quick! Niu Niu, it's your turn, sports student, to slide tackle! Hurry!"

The Leading Big Pigeon was pounced on by an astral wolf and cried out.

He kept making pig-slaughtering noises and desperately held the wolf's head to prevent it from biting his neck. He also yelled at the nearby Chen Dian Niu Niu, hoping the sports student would save him. If not, being a decoy would be acceptable.

"Slide tackle my ass! This isn't a tiger!"

Niu Niu, covered in blood, yelled. Mustering his courage, he grabbed his hunting knife, pounced forward, and rode on the astral wolf's back, stabbing wildly like a bullfighter.

The other members of the Dormitory Six Brothers also rushed forward, trying to save their beloved dorm leader's son by forcefully subduing the wolf.

The sight of seven people piling on and still unable to deal with one wolf made the limping Brother Happy Stick shake his head, deeply feeling that the flowers of the motherland's next generation had been spoiled in greenhouses.

Say, haven't you guys ever seen how pigs are slaughtered during Chinese New Year?

Using brute force like this definitely wouldn't work!

"What a beast!"

Brother Happy Stick roared. Deciding to teach these youngsters a lesson, he charged forward with his spear in both hands, taking advantage of the moment the astral wolf shook off the screaming Ge Bao.

He fiercely and accurately thrust the spear into the wolf's mouth, then desperately pushed it in. The pain made the beast jump and writhe. It was then pounced on again by the dust-covered Niu Niu, who ruthlessly stabbed its waist and abdomen a few times before the calf-sized wolf was finally killed on the ground.

However, there was still one astral wolf chasing Brother Wu Miao and the others. Wails filled the air from the trench.

Brother Happy Stick, panting, pulled out his blood-stained spear. He felt a bit drained and cursed, "This damn game is so realistic and hardcore, making me feel like I'm back in chaotic Africa. Too bad I don't have an AK that won't explode."

He felt like something was missing.

The old brother took a breath and glanced at the seven students beside him, asking:

"Can you still fight?"

"Yes!"

Ge Bao, who was dragged back, refused to lose face. Although he was almost bitten to death by the astral wolf, he still yelled eagerly:

"A man can never say no! My dad said so!"

"Good! Your dad is full of spirit!"

Brother Happy Stick gave a thumbs-up, waved his hand, and shouted:

"Guys, follow your brother, let's go slay wolves! Hey, Sister Yang Hen, come down from the tree, it's safe on the ground now."

"Awooo, I'm coming down right away! I can't climb trees! You guys catch me below, ouch!"

Yang Hen's response came from the treetop.

But this girl really didn't seem good at climbing trees. An NPC had brought her up earlier. Now, she was clumsily hugging the tree trunk, trying to slide down like a monkey.

As soon as she stood up, her foot slipped.

"Careful!"

"Aaaahhhh... bang"

In the speechless gaze of the Dormitory Six Brothers and Brother Happy Stick, the sniper girl, who had made a great contribution in this battle, flailed her limbs and fell from a tree five to six meters high, landing on the ground with a thud and becoming still.

A few seconds later, a tragic bright light appeared in the darkness.

Lumina Yanghen, the first archer under Murphy, died.

Cause of death: Too slippery.

"Damn! That's too unlucky!"

Ge Bao, who was being carried by Gu Gu Ji, couldn't help but complain. However, looking around the battlefield again, besides Lumina who had just died, there were Black Silk Brother and San Wudou, who were killed by wolves, and Nitou Che and Shovel, who were killed by the Wolfsbane Vampire. The remaining 11 people had survived.

Hmm, it could barely be considered a great victory.

As the commander of this battle, Brother Happy Stick calculated and decided to define his first command battle as an "Epic Great Victory." However, if they didn't go to support them soon, Brother Wu Miao, who was playing hide-and-seek with the fierce wolves, would likely be wiped out.

Brother Happy Stick led the student faction and quickly killed the second wolf, saving Brother Wu Miao's life from the wolf's jaws. Before they could even catch their breath, Niu Niu ran over carrying the heavily wounded Maxim.

The sports student exclaimed:

"I can't understand what this NPC is saying! But he's very anxious. Our mainline NPC and that little boss who killed Nitou Che and Shovel have disappeared! I suspect the NPC helped us lure that little boss away."

"Should we go help?"

"Hell yeah, how could we not? If a mainline NPC dies, the game might just restart."

Brother Wu Miao, his face covered in blood, kicked the corpse of an Astral Wolf beside him. He took the Guelderland Kingdom soldier's rifle handed over by A Cha, loaded it with a click.

Brother Happy Stick glanced at the condition of his surviving brothers. He hesitated for a moment and said:

"Push the Automatic Hunting Crossbow forward! And gather the explosives from the cavalry's saddlebags. We won't even be able to touch that little boss's collar. That guy is too fast. We can only provide fire support for our NPC."

"Brother Bang! There are still five or six cavalrymen in the Denial Trench with broken legs, what about them?"

The Bionic Snail from the Student Faction asked quietly.

Brother Happy Stick glanced at him and said:

"Why are you calling me Brother Bang? Who taught you that? Call me Brother Happy! Those enemy cavalrymen have their health bars showing, what do you think you should do? Kill them all! Hurry up and then go support our NPC."

"Ah, this..."

A commotion broke out among the Student Faction.

If this were any other game, killing monsters wouldn't be a psychological burden. But "True Otherworld" made the models of these monsters too realistic.

When fighting head-on, with adrenaline pumping, it's a life-or-death struggle, and there's nothing to say.

But now, killing prisoners...

"Leave them there to fend for themselves."

Brother Wu Miao saw the atmosphere was wrong and spoke up:

"They can't climb out anyway, those Bloodkin dug the pits too deep."

"Won't they just stack on each other? A four-meter-deep pit, who do you think it can trap? Those are all veterans!"

Brother Happy Stick sneered and said:

"You say this game is realistic, and the NPCs are intelligent, but then you look down on them. This is war! Do you really think you're playing house?

It's fine if you don't kill them, but don't plant mines for yourselves.

It would be hilarious if they stole the loot after you got it. Give each of those cavalrymen in the pits a shot to the leg, go quickly!"

With Brother Bang's order, the Student Faction members grabbed their guns and turned back. At this moment, Brother Wu Miao tugged his arm and whispered:

"Don't bring your ways here! This is a game, we need to unite."

"Orders must be obeyed! Understand?"

Brother Happy Stick sighed and complained:

"Forget it, you guys aren't professionals after all. When there are more people later, I'll form my own party and bring back all my old buddies! For now, hurry up and push the cart to save the NPC."

A group of Little Players swarmed over to push the "Firepower Platform" under Maxim's direction, chasing into the woods in the direction Murphy had disappeared. Soon, they encountered Mirian, who was hiding there, trembling with her head in her hands.

The red-haired girl hadn't joined the fight but had witnessed the entire ambush. She only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Maxim.

Although she usually disliked this Vampire Worshipper, seeing a familiar face on the chaotic battlefield at this moment was better than encountering an enemy.

"Murphy went towards the swamp!"

Mirian hurried forward to report:

"He might be trying to lure that Vampire towards the Young Miss, but he's not as fast as that guy. You need to hurry."

"The hunting crossbow seems to be jammed."

Maxim, enduring the pain, said to Mirian:

"Go up and fix it. The Great Warrior will push the cart over. I'm sure I can hold on until we arrive!"

"Pfft."

Murphy's battered body was hit by a tremendous force. He spun in the air before crashing to the ground in a sorry state.

Maxim had great confidence in him, but it couldn't change the current dire situation. Although his Proficient-level Blood Vulture Swordsmanship allowed him to hold his own against Joppan Makchi's sword strikes, the power of his skills was built upon strength.

He fell to the ground and looked at Joppan, who had already lost his human form. The reconnaissance effect he had cast earlier was still active, so Murphy could see the information floating before his eyes:

Name: [Gray Claw Elite] Joppan Makchi Gangro

Tier: Elite Template · Black Iron Body · Silver Trial Activated

Profession: Level 12 Wolf Claw Hunter / Level 9 Wilderness Wanderer / Pastry Chef · Cookie Specialist

Status: Bleeding · Unruly Rage · Wild Beast Form

Evaluation: Overwhelming Strength · Extremely Dangerous

Murphy was currently just a Professional, and hadn't even activated his Black Iron Trial. But Joppan had already initiated the more advanced Silver Trial, which meant this Wolfsbane Scion's absolute strength was at least two levels higher than Murphy's!

And this guy also had a glaring "Elite Template," much more powerful than Murphy's pathetic Normal Template.

In a one-on-one fight, this guy could easily deal with an Elite Midnight Hunter. It was estimated that even the genius Young Miss Fimis might take some time to defeat him.

No wonder the Guelderland Kingdom's transport team had made Joppan their final trump card.

In the mortal world's ongoing conflict, with no high-level powers intervening, a supernatural creature nearing the Silver Body appeared under the cover of night, capable of overwhelming opponents with ease.

"Look at you boasting, I thought you were someone impressive, but you're just trash who hasn't even perfected the Black Iron tier!"

Joppan sneered, waving his blade-like claws. Drops of blood, torn from Murphy, fell to the ground. While the summoner's summoned creatures were interesting, the summoner himself was truly mediocre.

He had lost interest in Murphy.

The Wolfsbane Pastry Chef advised, "The weak are merely the frosting on the strong's lives."

"Pfft."

Murphy's Blade of the Desire Scion was kicked aside. Joppan had him pinned, a wicked grin contorting his pale, ghastly face.

He licked his fangs and said:

"You were only recently turned, weren't you? I'm guessing less than a year? Your progenitor must be very weak, perhaps unable to pass on the true power of a Bloodkin, leaving you half-baked.

But I think you have potential!

Your exquisite swordsmanship and peculiar summoning techniques show you could become a rising star in the Blood Vulture Clan. Best of all, you don't lack courage, daring to draw your sword against a powerful foe!

What a shame, what a pity. The duty of the Wolfsbane is to break the Blood Vulture's spine and trample you into the mud, never to rise again.

So, Murphy, the star of the future...

We can say goodbye!

I will follow the ancient tradition, sending word of your death back to your progenitor, and tell her of your despair and struggle as you died, forging new hatred to add to old grievances.

I am honored."

Murphy's response was to grab Joppan's ankle. He squeezed the psionic energy within him, transforming it into a Psionic Shock: Dark Blast. A corrosive psionic orb exploded in his hand, tearing Joppan's skin and splattering blood.

That hurt enough for Joppan to swing his Staff Sword, impaling Murphy to the ground.

But such an attack wouldn't kill a Vampire.

These near-immortal dark supernatural creatures had few obvious weaknesses besides sunlight. To finish Murphy off, Joppan needed to complete the final step.

Drain his blood!

Steal his power!

Grant him eternal silence, so he could never rise again in the darkness.

"Die, little vulture!"

Joppan's claws dug into Murphy's skin.

The Vampire felt his blood begin to flow backward, gathering at the wounds. At this critical moment, a gunshot splattered blood on Joppan's forehead, interrupting the blood-draining ritual of eternal silence.

The ferocious Wolfsbane Thug twisted his head to see Madam Adele, the Young Miss's blood servant, firing a delicate Revolver at him repeatedly. With her other hand, she drew a Crimson Stinger from beneath her skirt.

She didn't like Murphy.

She even suspected Murphy's dishonorable role in tonight's events, but for now, only Murphy's faction remained relatively intact, and she needed him to go with her to support the Young Miss!

This guy definitely had backup, and the Young Miss needed his intelligence right now.

Madam Adele was an excellent shot. Her second shot hit Joppan in the throat, tearing his vocal cords and causing him to let out a low growl. He abandoned Murphy and lunged like a wraith toward the audacious mortal.

His fierce claw attack was blocked by Madam Adele's stinger. After a few seconds of back-and-forth combat between the two Black Iron tier individuals, the human lady held her own in terms of skill, but ultimately couldn't match the frenzied Joppan.

She was knocked back, her stinger disarmed, and then sharp fangs bit into Madam Adele's slender, pale neck.

She let out a tragic scream.

Joppan cackled.

He rejoiced at drinking Virgin's Blood, seeing it as a lucky omen.

But soon, he regretted it.

The tragedy that befell Murphy was repeated on this Wolfsbane Thug.

As Madam Adele's blood was consumed, an indescribable nausea and weakness soon overcame the frenzied Joppan. He realized he had been tricked, pushing the cunning woman to the ground. Stumbling backward, he shook his head as if drunk, and two seconds later, clutched his stomach and vomited.

"Only tasteless thugs go mad at the sight of blood. Unfortunately for you, we just captured four Witch Hunters. Did my blood taste good, Mr. Thug?"

Climbing to her feet, Madam Adele, one hand covering her bleeding neck, her face pale but expressionless, grabbed her Crimson Handgun. Striving to maintain her composure as a butler, she pressed it to Joppan's forehead and fired the remaining four bullets into his hard skull.

Murphy, still standing with Joppan's Staff Sword embedded in him, also approached with the Blade of the Desire Scion. Cooperating with Madam Adele's attack, he pierced and slashed from behind, severing Joppan's limbs and piercing his heart.

The wounds on Joppan's body began to heal almost immediately, like those of a legendary monster.

"Damn! Our NPC is so pitiful! Hurry up!"

"Save him! Save him!"

The noisy shouts of the Little Players erupted from behind. A Cha, crouching behind the now-spinning Automatic Hunting Crossbow, yelled excitedly:

"Watch us take down this monster with bombs and fire! Victory belongs to us! Victory belongs to the Grand Plan!"

Murphy managed to stand up straight, looking at his adorable Little Players, each holding a bomb.

Brother Wu Miao was even lighting them with a torch. The pungent smell wafted, a scene resembling knights arraying for a charge, or a group of Gun-toting Thugs performing some damned cult ritual.

The Vampire knew he wouldn't forget this scene for a long time, and thus, he owed his adorable Little Players a great debt.

He stepped forward, embraced the swaying Madam Adele, and dodged away from the area where Joppan and his severed limbs lay.

Amidst the storm of wind sprayed by the rapidly spinning Automatic Hunting Crossbow and the roar of the burning bombs thrown by the players, the entire area was engulfed in flames, leaving only Joppan's hateful roar rising from within the fire.

Tonight, ancient hatred was recorded anew, and the Mother of Night bore witness to an eternal silence.

Hmm, those burning flames represented the Shadow's delight.