My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank-Chapter 66 - 24Only tasteless thugs will go crazy at the sight of blood a good vampire should keep oneself clean_3

66: 24.Only tasteless thugs will go crazy at the sight of blood, a good vampire should keep oneself clean_3

66: 24.Only tasteless thugs will go crazy at the sight of blood, a good vampire should keep oneself clean_3

“Thud”

Murphy’s Blade of Yi was kicked aside, his body pinned down by Jopan, who grinned ghoulishly, his grotesque face twisted and ghostly white.

He licked his sharp teeth, saying,

“You were turned not long ago, right?

I’d guess no more than a year?

Your elder must’ve been too weak, unable to pass onto you the true power of our blood race and thus, leaving you somewhat incompetent as well.

But I think you have potential!

Your excellent swordsmanship and unique summoning technique suggest that you could become a rising star within the Blood Vulture Clan.

And best of all, you’re not short of courage, daring to challenge powerful enemies!”

Such a pity, such a waste, as a member of the Wolf Poison, my duty is to break the backs of the Blood Vultures and trample you into the mud, never to rise again.

So, Murphy, the star of the future…

We can say goodbye for good!

I will adhere to ancient tradition, I will send news of your death back to your elder, and I will tell her of your despair and struggle in your final moments, adding a new layer of hatred to our old feud.

I’m honored…”

Murphy responded by gripping Jopan’s ankle, converting his inner spiritual energy into a Spiritual Shock: Dark Blast.

The corrosive ball of spiritual energy detonated in his hand, ripping Jopan’s skin and splattering blood.

That was painful enough to cause Jopan to thrust his sword down, pinning Murphy to the ground.

But such an attack won’t kill a vampire.

Theses “near immortal” dark creatures have hardly noticeable weaknesses, except sunlight.

To execute Murphy, Jopan would need to complete one final step.

Drain his blood!

Take his strength!

Grant him eternal silence, so he can’t thrive in the dark again.

“Die, little vulture!”

Jopan dug his claws into Murphy’s skin.

Feeling his blood start to flow backwards and concentrate at the wound, a gunshot rang out at the critical moment, splattering blood onto Jopan’s forehead and interrupting the Ceremony of Eternal Silence.

The ferocious Wolf Poison turned his head to see Lady Adel, the Blood Servant of the young lady, holding a delicate revolver in her hand, firing at him repeatedly, while her other hand drew a crimson sword from under her skirt.

She didn’t like Murphy.

She even suspected Murphy’s unsavory role in tonight’s events, but now only Murphy’s forces remained intact, so she had to join him to support the young lady!

This guy surely had backup, and right now the young lady needed his wisdom.

Lady Adel was a good shot; the second bullet hit Jopan’s throat, a low howl escaping as his vocal cords were torn, he dropped Murphy and lunged at the audacious human before him like a phantom.

Lady Adel parried the vicious claw attack with her sword.

After a few seconds of back and forth against the two Black Iron Rank individuals, the human woman held her own in terms of skill, but ultimately she fell to the frenzied Jopan.

She was disarmed, pinned, and then Jopan sank his sharp teeth into Lady Adel’s slender, fair neck.

She let out a pitiful scream.

Jopan was laughing maniacally.

He was elated to have drunk virgin blood, taking it as a sign of luck.

But soon, he regretted it.

Because the tragedy that had befallen Murphy now replayed on this Wolf Poison thug.

As Lady Adel’s blood flowed into his stomach, a feeling of unspeakable nausea and weakness enveloped Jopan.

He realized he’d been tricked, pushed the cunning woman away, and stumbled back, holding his head as if he were drunk.

Within two seconds, he clutched his stomach and vomited.

“Only a tasteless thug like you would go crazy at the sight of blood.

Unfortunately for you, we just captured four witch-hunters.

Does my blood taste good, Mr.

Thug?”

Lady Adel picked herself up from the ground, her hand covering her bleeding neck, her complexion pale and her face expressionless.

She picked up her scarlet revolver and, doing her best to maintain the dignity of a housekeeper, pressed it against Jopan’s forehead and sent the remaining four bullets into his hard skull.

Murphy, still with Jopan’s sword sticking out of him, stepped forward with the Blade of Yi, coordinating with Lady Adel’s offense, stabbing and slashing from behind and severing Jopan’s limbs, piercing his heart.

His wounds healed almost instantly, like a legendary monster.

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Our NPC is in a terrible state!

Hurry up!”

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The noisy shouts of the small gamers echoed from the back.

Ayu, positioned behind the rapidly rotating Automatic Hunting Crossbow, shouted excitedly,

“Watch us take down this monster with bombs and fire!

Victory is ours!

Victory to the grand plan!”

Murphy struggled to straighten up as he watched his lovely little gamers each clutching a bomb.

Wumeioge was there too, lighting their torches.

The pungent smell wafted up, the scene resembling a knight charging, or a band of gun-toting thugs performing some kind of evil ritual.

As a Vampire, he knew he wouldn’t forget this scene for a long time, and he owed his cute little gamers a big favor.

He stepped forward and carried a near fainting Lady Adel, leaping away from where Jopan and his dismembered limbs lay.

As gunfire and explosions from the spinning Automatic Hunting Crossbow filled the air, the area was engulfed by fire, leaving only Jopan’s furious roar to rise from the flames.

Tonight, the ancient feud has gained another entry, the mother of the night bore witness to another eternal silence.

Hmm, the raging fire signified great joy in the shadows.