My Players Are So Fierce

493: 170.

Feel honored, the deceased, I have brought back what you left behind_3.

493: 170.

Feel honored, the deceased, I have brought back what you left behind_3.

The hunters below had also scattered into a standard loose infantry charge formation, setting up tree defenses intending to withstand the imminent spiritual energy impact.

But just as the blood was about to fall, and death was roaring, an extraordinary change occurred!

The shadows merged unusually, followed by a sudden elegant and dignified laughter.

The four-layer shield on the spiritual energy maker to the left of Mage Beili was instantly penetrated.

Amidst the out-of-control spiritual energy shockwave, scarlet claw blades appeared behind him like a lover’s caress, only to tear apart flesh and blood the next instance, accurately gripping the pulsating hot heart.

Then, in a deadly and cool execution, the blood-splattering lost heart body was thrown into the desolate night sky.

The spiritualist to her right was set on emotional fire simultaneously.

Like a bomb exploding on a mental level, it didn’t cause him any physical harm, but the mental shock from the blow left him dizzy – he couldn’t even maintain the levitation spell and fell like a bird with broken wings towards the position below, his unprotected chest blown open by a pinpoint shot from Mother Mary Ann.

In the midst of the blood splatter, the deadly hunters completed a perfect combination in this instant!

“You arrogant spellcasters, never learning to be vigilant of what emerges from the shadows.

How many years has it been?

There’s no progress at all.”

In Lady Shani’s sarcastic laughter, the shadows behind the previously empty Psychic Hunter’s position shattered on a large scale.

Count Andrei of White Mountain, expressionless, led twelve Thorns Night Walkers in an assault posture, ruthlessly killing the protected spiritual energy masters and apprentices who were leisurely spellcasting from an almost zero distance.

Like tigers preying on sheep.

The next moment brought about a massacre that turned everything upside down.

It was nighttime!

Trying to fight hand-to-hand with a group of fully armed Thorn vampires under a midnight blessing?

And wanting to avoid the deadly blades of the dark assassins, the deadliest of the seven great vampire clans in the midnight blessing?

Hiss…

This way of seeking death is a bit too advanced, isn’t it?

Although he had previously been thoroughly beaten by Murphy, in the current battle, Count Andrei, holding the blade of Chilly Teeth, could easily set loose the freezing power of Winter Spirits just by lightly blowing, instantly freezing five Psychic apprentices who couldn’t dodge in time.

In the next frozen moment, the heads of three of them were chopped off by the cold blade.

Their blood didn’t even get to splash!

It could only turn into a strange substance like bloody ice sand, falling on the ground and being trampled everywhere by the war horses of the hunters who subsequently broke through the city’s wall spell.

As for why Andrei, who was stripped of his gear by Murphy, still had an identical Chilly Teeth blade in his hand…

Well, as the queen’s brother, a bona fide royal family member, and being taken as a hostage into the Thorn Clan, it’s normal for him to collect a few powerful weapons as compensation for his sister’s guilt, right?

If Miss Phemys are considered the little rich girl, then Count Andrei would probably be like a deep sea behemoth in the field of “wealth”, a character who can scare people at any time.

“Swoosh”

As the frosty blade fell, two Psychic Hunters who tried to protect their superiors slanted down.

Count Bai of White Mountain, wearing a battle mask, posed a challenging gesture to the high-ranking Psychic in front of him who had just recovered from the “Emotion Ignition”.

He said coldly:

“Andrei Aleksey Tilleze!

White Mountain of the Thorn Clan…The Duke Faction!

Descendant of Shani!”

As a high-ranking Psychic, the challenged of course knew that this was the Vampires’ eternal silence dueling oath, but what angered him was, where did this Black Iron Rank Vampire get the guts to challenge him, a Silver Spellcaster?

Even if he had just had his emotions ignited by Duke Shani, and had his chest shot open by bullets from Mother Mary Ann, were the vampires of the present day all so arrogant?

Circle Tower had just annihilated a vampire clan!

Bastard!

Show some respect!

“Dare you show such anger before us, Thorn Clan?”

“What a surprise,” Andrei muttered, then promptly utilized the special abilities of his family to ignite the emotions of the spellcaster before his eyes.

The latter gritted his teeth in agony, swaying and on the brink of a fall.

Count Bai of White Mountain brandished his sword and stepped forward!

He knew that he had to pay a certain price to bring down this enemy who was far superior to him.

This was not an ideal target for a hunt, but he knew he had to do it!

He had heard of Murphy’s rise from those gossipy little players, and he had witnessed Murphy feeding a hound with the Heart of the Silver Vampire.

He was not so desperate for a victory of the weak over the strong.

He simply wanted to prove to his ancestors that he was no worse than his “peers”!

That was all!

However, Lady Shani had no time to pay attention to her defiant offspring, she had her hands full at the moment.

“Thud”

The crimson fist blade lightly grazing over Mage Beili’s left arm.

The sharp spiritual energy blade precisely cut open the spellcaster’s tendons, as elegantly deadly as a surgical scalpel in motion.

The Thorns Duke did not care about the struggling Psychic of the Circle Tower standing before him, instead considering him as the “appetizer” for this midnight banquet.

The overwhelming power gap between them allowed her to fully indulge in the fear of the loser and humiliate him!

The most delightful part was that even if the opponent wanted to retaliate, it would only be against the Blood Vulture Clan who openly provoked them…

Tsk tsk, what a fortunate night.

Thankfull gratitude to your sacrifice, Midnight Mother!

“The two Night Wars, the slaughter of the Blood Fear Clan, the expulsion of the Wolf Poison Clan, the retaliation against the Blood Vulture Clan!

You guys seem like you’re always winning, with the pressure of the Circle Tower crushing the Blood race.

You guys arrogantly belittle the Midnight loved ones, however, the bitter reality is…”

“Thud”

Piercing through like a blade with her five fingers.

She cuts open Mage Beili’s waist, neck, in a ghost-like onslaught, staining her white robes crimson with her own blood, then with an almost impossible motion, she cuts off one third of her tongue, rendering her incapable of chanting a single psychic character.

Lady Shani’s dress stayed spotless, theres not a single splatter of fresh blood.

With a swipe of her left claw, she shaves the high-rank Psychic’s entire scalp off.

This is not a battle, but an execution-style slaughter!

The Thorns Duchess’s dress swirled in the night air, putting a single hand on the blood-soaked Mage Beili.

As she looked into her hate-filled eyes, she showed a dignified smile akin to a noble lady in the court.

Just like enjoying an afternoon tea, she indulged in the hatred before her.

In a low voice she said:

“The fact is, the Blood race under the midnight has never truly been defeated by you!

Tonight, I am honoured to join Blood Vulture Duke and Count Murphy, bringing back something you have forgotten.

You’re afraid…

It seems you’ve remembered now.

Heh, you cattle should understand your real place in this world!

Tonight, welcome back to…

the bottom of the food chain!”

“Snap”

The spine snaps, and the headless body crashes to the ground.

Lady Shani, who held a blood-dripping severed head, wiped the hot blood splattered on her cheek, then put it in her mouth and gently sucked it.

“Hmm, blood soaked with fear, always so delicious…”