My Players Are So Fierce

1646: 552.

That’s a nice gun, are you selling it?

1646: 552.

That’s a nice gun, are you selling it?

All seven vampire elder clans have their own sacred relics.

Except for the Thorn Clan’s relic “Fallen Virtue,” which is lost, all the other relics are in the hands of each clan’s duke and hold particular significance for the vampires of each clan.

For example, although the Grand Duke of Triss is the real leader of the Blood Vulture Clan, Murphy, who possesses the Necessary Evil, can still be seen as the duke’s personal visit.

Over the past millennium, tales of the vampire relics have been an enduring “treasure topic” on the continent.

Many boring individuals would debate which vampire relic was the weakest, because there is no dispute that the strongest is the Blood Covenant Relic, the Holy Spear of Eternal Silence, held by Lord Pa Ying.

That is a weapon that even the Bloodline Dukes feel like a thorn in their back.

“Eternal Silence” is not a good word in vampire legends, and thus this weapon does not represent any pleasant meaning in the eyes of the midnight blood race.

It is another side of the “Millennium Lord” Pa Ying in the eyes of vampires.

Cruelty, indifference, absolute rational judgment.

There are also many treasure hunters who day after day explore every ruin in the frozen sea of the north, trying to find the relic of the Thorn Clan that was lost eight hundred years ago due to the ancient Oksana’s death.

Legend has it that the battle gauntlet named “Fallen Virtue” would grant the wearer unparalleled and skyrocketing power.

But as one of the sacred relic owners, the Vampire Lord Murphy can tell those gossiping ignorants that the blood race relics are not as powerful as the legends portray.

They are indeed formidable, undeniably top-tier divine weapons on the continent, but the extent of the power they can unleash depends on the wielder’s skill.

For example, the Devil’s Blade Necessary Evil in Salockdale’s hands is entirely different in power compared to when it is in Murphy’s hands.

But the Blood Fear Relic Night’s Good Luck’s first appearance truly shocked everyone; its power to instantly kill an enhanced silver werewolf made Murphy start to ponder the boring topic that many debated.

Could it be that the weakest of the vampire relics is actually the “Necessary Evil” in his own hands?

No way…

The explorer transformed into a werewolf was instantly killed by a shot from Babro, representing the end of this skirmish.

The remaining heretics had no chance of escape under the ravage of golden power, each sent to meet their fallen god by a single stroke from Deputy Claire.

And as the heretics were dealt with, the ratmen’s rebellion was completely quelled in a very short time.

Perhaps it was because losing their controllers allowed these dangerous rats to return to their beastly nature.

Realizing the strength of their enemies, cowardly fear crushed their fragmented minds.

The giant rats retreated with an echoing wail through the tunnels they dug, like black waves receding.

In just a few minutes, they were all gone.

However, the main storyline for the vampire race’s second chapter certainly couldn’t end this easily.

After rescuing the Blood Fear Pirates besieged for days, Sir Morphy issued the final phase of this mission.

“Warriors!

We must root out evil completely.

Now, pursue them along the tunnels!”

As the fog of war began to lift over the chaotic valley battlefield, Murphy shouted to his spirited players:

“These dangerous ratmen must be eradicated, we must find their lairs of these fierce creatures and end this dreadful corruption with a fire burial.

However, the Transia People never fight battles without rewards!

Therefore, I promise to give my precious sword as a reward to you.”

The Vampire Governor raised high the swortsword “Beast Within” he had been using for some time.

Under the eager gazes of the players, their handsome and generous Governor said:

“Let this hunt be the first battle of the Blood Vulture Clan in the Dark Mountain Range!

Whoever slays the most ratmen in three days shall own this swortsword!”

“Howl, hail to the generous Sir Murphy!”

A burst of cheers arose from the crowd.

Without needing Murphy to micromanage, the players eager to seize the divine weapon howled and rushed back into the dark tunnels, starting a relentless hunt after the damned ratmen.

But not everyone went.

For instance, Cheche and the girls of the Silver Moon Group remained in place.

They despised rats or had trypophobia.

In any case, the generous reward offered by Murphy couldn’t stir the competitive desire of these folks.

They preferred to stay and clean up the battlefield.

“Thank you for your underling warriors’ unselfish assistance, Governor Morphy.”

After the players dispersed, the Commander of the Blood Covenant Shield Knights who came to support from Blackflame Mountain Pass limped to Murphy.

This half-elf bowed with grace toward Murphy, and said:

“We came with arrogance in our hearts, thinking we would become the saviors of the Blood Fear Clan.

However, the fact proved that in the face of Transia people’s valor, our prized strength and courage are insignificant.

You not only saved the Blood Fear Clan but also saved us who were besieged by ratmen.

If it weren’t for your warriors’ reckless assistance, my soldiers would unfortunately be laid to rest here.”

“And without your fight, my warriors couldn’t break through the ratmen’s tunnel blockades.

This wave was an accomplishment for both of us, brave Knight.”

Morphy said in a mutually complimentary manner:

“The Blood Covenant Clan is truly the conscience of the vampires.

I thank you for your timely assistance in an urgent moment.

My friends will be grateful to you as well.”