My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank-Chapter 77 - 29

77: 29.

Chao!

Do you also watch Tan Ya Chronicles?

Then you must understand what I’m talking about_1

77: 29.

Chao!

Do you also watch Tan Ya Chronicles?

Then you must understand what I’m talking about_1

Murphy led the little players through the woodland behind us and quickly arrived at the place where the midnight hunters were battling the transport team.

This place still held the traces of the solar spiritual energy explosion.

All plants on the ground had remnants of being burned, and the bodies of the transport team’s guard soldiers were strewn all over.

The dismembered bodies, warriors fallen beside toppled carriages, the terrible corrosion left on their armors by the dark spiritual energy, and the mummified bodies on the ground from which blood had been drained, all let the players feel the intensity of the main battlefield.

Compared to this, the battles they participated in ambush circles were no different from child’s play.

Speaking of which, weren’t there five to six cavalrymen with broken legs left in the trenches of the ambush circle?

“Damn it!

This is a massacre!”

Wumeioge harshly criticized.

The two remaining powerhouses beside him, “Electronic Demon Old Qu” and “Multi-lead three-five battles”, roughly counted the number of heads, then they exclaimed in shock:

“Is it possible that the sixty vampires under the young lady’s command could kill more than two hundred and forty soldiers and witch hunters and still retreat intact?

That fighting strength is way too exaggerated, right?”

“Actually, it’s not surprising.

After all, vampires are supernatural beings and the elite among them led by the young lady receive several advantages in the darkness.

To achieve these results under such circumstances is not strange.

But it’s absolutely impossible that none of them were injured!

Maybe the vampires carried away their bodies?”

Happy Stick circled around this grassland that looked like it had been swept by a gale, all the while puzzled, when he saw Ayu crouching down and picking up a handful of red ashes from the ground.

The student with a weird expression said to the others:

“Look at these ashes!

Don’t they look like the ashes of that bastard vampire NPC we drained off before?”

This made everyone shudder in shock.

Afterwards, they immediately dispersed to inspect the woodland.

“I’ve found two piles over here!”

“There are also some over here; quite a bit too, I have even found some half-burnt vampire clothes.”

“There’s this type of ash everywhere!

Chao, could it be that all those vampires were wiped out?

None of them managed to escape?

Who could have done that?”

As the news from all over started amassing, this woodland where the battle had just been concluded and everything had fell into deathly stillness, suddenly seemed to take on a horrifying tinge.

The little players were looking around restlessly, afraid that a monstrous creature spewing fire would rush out from amongst the shadows.

Precipitated Bull Bull had Missy lying unconscious on his back, she had lost an arm and was healing, it’s unlikely that she will wake up in a short span of time, and Murphy also felt goosebumps down his back.

Ever since he ventured near here, he felt watched from the shadows, making him feel very uneasy.

He was more aware of the destructive power these elite midnight hunters had when gathered together, so he better understood the horrifying power the stranger who trapped and destroyed these midnight hunters in this woodland possessed.

There might be individuals in the Transylvania region that vampires can’t fight against, but those that don’t even let them escape and force them to wait for their despairing deaths were evidently beyond Murphy’s contemplation and imagination.

“We can’t stay here any longer.”

Murphy decisively told his little players:

“Collect any usable items and we’ll leave!

Look carefully among the relics of the midnight hunters, and find their psychic energy bag, we’ll be able to carry more things then.”

“Psychic energy bag?

What’s that?”

Happy Stick, who was still a novice, asked after bumping into Wumeioge’s shoulder.

The latter whispered to him:

“It’s a spatial backpack!

Our NPC has one on his waist, all the equipment we have on us was taken out from it.

I assume those psychic energy bags the vampires lost will be the reward for our mission this time.

They definitely have to gift a few small backpacks after we just started the game.”

“Makes sense.”

Happy Stick nodded and then turned around to sift through the piles of ash.

As it turns out, he found a filthy blood-red bag from amongst them, but it was a shame that the bag had been locked by spiritual energy by its previous user and it would need to wait for the spiritual energy imprint to fade before it could be opened.

Apart from the close to forty spiritual energy bags left behind by the vampires that had turned to dust, the players also found several dozens of usable rifles and a few large ammunition chests from the annihilated soldiers of the transport team.

The hardworking little players not only found the terrified packhorses in the neighboring woods, they even wanted to pull the intact armors off the bodies of the soldiers.

They wanted to take everything, just like a swarm of locusts passing by.

But Murphy thought it was not a good idea to stay here any longer. freewёbnoνel.com

So, they simply packed up a carriage, loaded the found items, the unconscious young lady, and quickly took off.

It was only after they had all left that a gray falcon the size of a fat pigeon silently sprang up into the air from a branch at the edge of the woodland, made a nimble turn, and vanished.

At the entrance of the Polluted Swamp, White Knight Finoc put the only two psychics from the battle who remained alive into the carriage left behind by the vampires, the awakened one was emitting a smoky, high-temperature aura.

This was the aftereffect of rapidly accumulating a large amount of solar spiritual energy in a short timespan, but he was just the assistant of the solar skill from before, the one who truly released it had already burnt up their body in the blazing spiritual energy.

They turned into ashes and disappeared just like those purified vampires.

This was the end result of attempting to control the sun.

The sun was ruthless in its treatment of vampires, but it was not kind to humans either.

The surviving psychic was chugging water while he hoarsely told the old knight: