You Like Tanya the Evil too? Then You Must Know What I Mean!

Chapter 29: 29. Damn! You watch Tanya the Evil too? Then you definitely know what I'm talking about.

Murphy led the Little Players through the woods behind them and soon arrived at the location where the Midnight Hunters were fighting the Transport Team.

Traces of Solar Psionics bursts still remained here. The flowers and grass on the ground were scorched, and the bodies of the Transport Team's escort soldiers were scattered everywhere.

The dismembered remains, the warriors who had fallen beside their carriages, the horrific corrosion left by Dark Psionics on their armor, and the desiccated corpses on the ground, their blood drained, all made the players feel the intensity of the main battlefield.

Compared to this, their fight in the ambush circle was like playing house. Speaking of which, weren't there five or six cavalrymen with broken legs left in the denial trench of the ambush circle?

"Damn! This is a massacre!"

Brother Wu Miao grumbled fiercely.

The only two remaining "Big Kongs" beside him, "Electronic Succubus Old Qu" and "More than Three Hundred Battles," roughly counted the casualties and then exclaimed in shock:

"Can the sixty Vampires under the Young Miss's command retreat unharmed after dealing with over two hundred and forty soldiers and Witch Hunters? This combat power is too exaggerated!"

"Actually, it's not bad. We can fight ordinary soldiers hand-to-hand. Vampires are extraordinary beings, and the Young Miss leads an elite group. Vampires have various bonuses in the dark, so it's not strange for them to achieve this when acting in a group.

But it's absolutely impossible for them to suffer no damage!

Maybe the Vampires took the bodies with them?"

Happy Stick circled the area, which looked like it had been ravaged by a storm, and was wondering when he saw A Cha squat down and pick up a handful of red ash from the ground.

The student said to the others with a strange expression:

"Look at this ash! Doesn't it look like the ashes of that bastard Vampire that we NPCs drained dry before?"

This question made everyone's blood run cold. Then they immediately spread out and began searching the woods.

"I have two piles here!"

"There are some here too, a lot. I even found half-burnt Vampire clothes."

"There's ash like this everywhere! Damn, were all those Vampires killed? Did none of them escape? Who did this?"

As the news from all sides converged, the forest, which had fallen silent after the battle, seemed to suddenly become terrifying.

The Little Players gathered together, looking around nervously, afraid that a fire-breathing monster would rush out from the surrounding shadows.

Behind Chen Dian Niu Niu, the Young Miss had fainted. With her arm cut off and currently regenerating, it was unlikely she would wake up anytime soon. Murphy also felt a chill down his spine.

As he approached this area, he had the feeling of being watched from the darkness, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

He understood the destructive power of these elite Midnight Hunters gathered together better than the Little Players, and therefore could better comprehend how terrifying the unknown power was that had trapped and annihilated these Midnight Hunters in this forest.

There might be individuals in the Transylvania Region that Vampires couldn't contend with, but those who could prevent them from even escaping, leaving them to die in despair, clearly surpassed Murphy's knowledge and imagination.

"We can't stay here."

Murphy decisively told his Little Players:

"Collect anything useful, and let's leave! Search carefully among the Midnight Hunters' belongings. Find their Psionic Pockets, so we can carry more things."

"Psionic Pockets? What are those?"

Happy Stick, still a newbie, nudged Brother Wu Miao's shoulder and asked. The latter explained in a low voice:

"They're Space Backpacks! Our NPC has one on his waist, and all our equipment was taken out of it by him. I estimate that the Psionic Pockets lost by these Vampires are the mission rewards for this operation. When you first enter the game, they'll definitely give you a few small backpacks to get started."

"Makes sense."

Happy Stick nodded and turned to rummage through the piles of ash.

He actually found a dirty, blood-red bag among them. Unfortunately, it was psionically locked by its previous user and needed to wait for the psionic imprint to fade before it could be opened.

In addition to the nearly forty Psionic Pockets left by the Vampires who had turned to ash, the players also found dozens of usable rifles and several large ammunition boxes from the wiped-out soldiers of the Transport Team.

The diligent Little Players not only retrieved the frightened packhorses from the nearby woods but also tried to pull off the intact armor from the soldiers, like a swarm of locusts passing through, wanting to take everything.

But Murphy felt it was not a place to linger.

So, he simply packed a carriage with the items they found and, carrying the unconscious Young Miss, quickly left the area.

After they had all departed, on a branch at the edge of the woods, a gray falcon the size of a fat pigeon silently soared into the night sky, made a nimble turn, and then disappeared.

At the entrance to the Foulmire Swamp, White Knight Finock placed the only two surviving Psionicists from the battle inside a carriage left by the Vampires. The one who was still conscious emitted a high-temperature steam.

This was a side effect of rapidly gathering a large amount of Solar Psionics in a short period. However, he was merely an assistant to the Blazing Sun spell just cast; the true caster had incinerated himself in the intense psionics.

He had turned to ash, just like the purified Vampires.

This was the consequence of attempting to control the sun.

The Blazing Sun was very cruel to Vampires, but it was not merciful to humans either.

The surviving Psionicist drank water greedily and said hoarsely to the Old Knight, "Thank you, Lord Finock. Without you, we would have been doomed tonight."

"I didn't come for you,"

The Old Knight had no good feelings towards these Psionicists from the Ring Tower. He said coldly, "It was just a coincidence. I will take you to the border of Transylvania, and you can find your own way from there."

"Wait, Mr. Finock."

The Psionicist pleaded, "The cargo we were escorting is still in the woods. Please, could you help us retrieve it? I promise! If we can get it back to General Loren, I'll do my best to put in a good word for the White Oak Legion."

"The mission has already failed!"

The Old Knight paid no mind, waving his hand as he said, "You made too much of a disturbance in the Vampire's territory. Surviving at all is a stroke of luck. If I were you, I wouldn't be dwelling on lost cargo right now. Instead, I'd be thinking hard about how this supposed top-secret escort mission was discovered by the Vampires in the first place.

They even knew your arrival time and your route!

This is no longer a matter that can be explained away by a simple leak."

"This..."

The Psionicist was rendered speechless.

But he realized the Old Knight's advice was sound.

Notifying General Loren as soon as possible about the potential infiltration of the Pioneer Legion by the Blood Vultures was far more important than recovering the lost cargo.

"I understand. Thank you for your trouble."

He no longer pressed the issue. The Old Knight pulled the carriage curtain shut and, with his crimson warhorse pulling the carriage, set off towards the Transylvania border. A falcon named Swift Shadow swooped down from the darkness, landing precisely on the Old Knight's shoulder and chirping something to him.

Old Finock nodded continuously, then took a handful of sunflower seeds from his pocket and fed them to the falcon. The bird let out a happy cry, as if in thanks.

For the White Knight, the language of animals was merely a basic ability.

He narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself, "The ones cleaning up the mess are just a Vampire apprentice and his human Blood Servants? What in the world is Salokdar up to?"

"My warriors, I have good news for you all!"

Upon returning to the temporary camp near the ambush site, Murphy wasted no time in gathering the Little Players. He announced loudly, "Just now, from a compatriot's Psionic Pocket, I finally found the crucial material needed to perfect my Summoning Arts. We only need to wait one more day! You will then be able to establish a long-term connection with this world, allowing you to stay in this world almost permanently without relying on my summons!"

The Little Players were slow to react, but Brother Wu Miao and Ge Bao, who were quicker on the uptake, immediately cheered.

"The auto-login function is about to open!"

Brother Wu Miao shouted to the others, "Alpha Company's useless development team finally finished the stress tests for the test-exclusive server! Damn it, I finally don't have to wait by my helmet every day for test notifications."

Understanding this, the other players also erupted in cheers. The sneaky A Cha sidled up to Murphy, rubbing his hands together and whispering, "We are willing to offer you our loyalty, but Lord Murphy, your grand plan clearly requires more excellent warriors like us. What I mean is, I have some absolutely reliable brothers in my world, so why don't..."

"I also wish I could summon an army, my warrior."

Murphy sighed theatrically and said, "However, even with your help, I am still just a weak Vampire summoner. I must first return to Cadman City to prepare for my Black Iron Body power trial. I understand your eagerness to achieve great things and serve the grand plan, but you must learn patience."

"Got it, so more test slots will open in the next phase, right?"

A Cha snapped his fingers.

He had received the information he wanted, and Murphy, with the impassive expression of a true NPC, replied, "I don't understand what you're saying. The slang from other worlds is truly profound.

Alright, my warriors, I know you are all joyful because of this news, and I am equally joyful. But I must send you back to your world now.

Once I've adjusted the summoning matrices, we can embark on the journey back to Cadman City together."

"Lord Murphy, you smile so happily when Cadman City is mentioned. Is there a lady waiting for you there?"

Brother Wu Miao boldly made a joke, only to be glared at fiercely by Murphy. With a light flick of his hand, Brother Wu Miao, his face full of mischief, vanished into light points before everyone's eyes.

"Damn, he can really force-kick us offline! Is this GM Mode?"

Spicy Gugu Chicken, who was standing beside Brother Wu Miao, let out a surprised cry.

Although everyone knew this was merely the "game setting" for "logging out," the NPCs in this game were too intelligent. After spending so much time with them, it always felt like they were "real people."

"See you tomorrow, warriors."

Murphy nodded to the Little Players with vampiric elegance. In the next instant, ten beams of light faded into the night, leaving the previously lively temporary camp suddenly quiet.

He looked around and suddenly felt a bit lonely, like being the only one left to clean up the mess after a party.

But he quickly remembered that he would soon be on his way back. In at most three days' journey, he would see Triss again, and his loneliness was instantly filled with anticipation.

If Triss saw him like this now, she would surely be greatly surprised.

"Lord Murphy!"

Maxim's call startled Murphy from his thoughts. He turned and saw his loyal servant hurrying over, saying to him, "I helped Mirian pry open the Transport Team's cargo crates. She recognized the goods and insisted that you come over immediately! She said those items are extremely important and you must decide how to dispose of them right away!"

From Maxim's serious tone, Murphy detected a hint of trouble. He asked, "What in the world is it?"

"I don't recognize those intricate machines."

The Blood Servant relayed the message:

"But Mirian stressed that those things could spell our doom!"

Murphy was greatly alarmed upon hearing this and immediately followed Maxim.

The large cargo carriage was still overturned, but a box of its spilled contents had been opened. Mirian sat on it with a worried expression. Seeing Murphy approach, she handed him the item in her hand.

The Vampire took it, feeling its weight.

The object was only the size of a pendant, but it was exquisitely made.

It had a rhomboid base of silvery-gray metal, inlaid with square gems, resembling a peculiar pendant. However, its overall design was exceptionally simple, with almost no superfluous decorations or scratches.

The chieftain's intelligence clearly stated that this Transport Team was delivering military supplies. This meant that the "jewelry" in Murphy's hand was far from simple.

"What is this?"

He held the item, looking at Mirian before him.

She sighed and said in a low voice:

"It's a third-generation Psionic Computing Orb developed by the Halflings, a masterpiece of Steam Engineering. In Shardo Port, it's strictly a military-controlled item.

Since the Ten Years' War began, these have been forbidden for export. Anyone caught smuggling one out would be shot first and questioned later.

But here, there are at least 3,000 complete sets of these orbs. If they are assembled into a Computing Matrix, it would be enough to arm an army.

Murphy, Believe it or not, we've really gotten ourselves into serious trouble this time."