My Players Are So Fierce

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Shivel’s Knight Ji and Her Overwhelmed Vampire Grandpa – [3/15]_2

963: 327.

Shivel’s Knight Ji and Her Overwhelmed Vampire Grandpa – [3/15]_2

“I also feel something odd, considering my wife is the gentlest lady in the world,”

The normally stern Civilian Protection Officer showed a rare softness, as if the memories he had sealed away were slightly uncovered after witnessing the valor of his descendants tonight, but then he immediately returned to the cold calm befitting a warrior.

“So, I’ll go first.”

Kudell pulled down his fierce vulture mask and swiftly dove downwards using the “Death From Above” technique unique to the Blood Vulture Clan, closing his wings in mid-descent and speeding towards the ground.

Under Phemys’s watchful eyes, he plunged to the earth like a burning crimson meteor and swung his elegantly shaped yet exceedingly deadly Griffin greatsword at low altitude, tearing into the cluster of Blood Vulture Rebels like a tornado of death.

In just the first ten seconds of entering the battlefield, four Blood Vulture Rebels who couldn’t dodge in time were cut down by his sword.

“Kudell is especially ferocious tonight.

It’s just uncertain whether this is due to his disgust for betrayal or out of protection for his progeny,”

Miss Biqi murmured softly.

Then, she shook her head, casting these thoughts out of her mind, and swung her Night Howling staff downwards, unleashing the large-scale Midnight Fixation Skill that had been charging into the chaotic battle.

The Blood Servants and rebellious mercenaries couldn’t pass the Spiritual Energy check at all.

They were almost instantly bound by the crimson light, just to be wiped out by Miss Biqi leading the charging knights, sweeping across like horses trampling over a regiment.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and bones were crushed into mud beneath the hooves—a scene of utter misery.

The traitor vampires fared slightly better.

A Blessing from Midnight allowed them to maintain a mediocre pace move under the mud-like overlay of obstructive Psychic Art Systems, but then, when the Miss Biqi released the airspace-sealing curse, they were thoroughly trapped, as turtles stuck in a jar.

The release of two large-scale control psychic art systems temporarily drained Phemys’s Spiritual Energy, forcing her into a “regain mana through breathing” state.

But compared to directly unleashing offensive spells, these two battlefield control abilities ensured maximal lethality for her teammates entering the fray, a testament to Miss Biqi’s transformation in fighting style after reaching the later stages of the Silver Grade.

She was no longer obsessed with the explosive artistry of great fireballs like novice psychics, instead, she learned from Cui Si about the essence of Psychic arts and became a master of battlefield control.

A change in fighting style represents growth.

She had realized that the true essence of Spiritual Energy was not only about creating death and destruction.

The Night Howling staff, with a levitation spell cast upon it, floated beside Miss Biqi, and she, in turn, drew the blade whip hanging at her waist, folding her wings and dropping rapidly.

When the carmine blade whip was swung, the punishment from the Blood Vulture finally descended upon those shameless traitors.

“Bang, bang, bang,”

The strange and shrill sounds of gunfire echoed from not far away, indicating that the little players had joined the hunt, and the deep thundering sound of horse hooves added yet another layer of fevered intensity to the thrilling night.

The ground tremor caused Miss Biqi, who was rampaging with the knights of her family, to straighten up on her warhorse and look backward.

Thereafter, she saw thirteen Heavy Cavalry charging behind a man as robust as a bear.

Despite their small number, the momentum they created with their horses was like an overwhelming flood, seemingly unstoppable.

“Winged Cavalry…I never thought I’d see these legendary knights in my lifetime,”

Miss Biqi trembled with excitement, as if electrically charged.

She witnessed the aftermath of the Valande Knight charge, a scene of utter decay, and realized that although the Shivel Family knights were renowned as elites in the Golden Flower Kingdom, they were merely heavy armored cavalry compared to Transylvania’s Winged Cavalry.

Whether in impact or destructiveness, there was no comparison.

“We clearly have much to learn.”

Miss Biqi was momentarily silent, but soon her fighting spirit soared.

Unwilling to submit in the face of foreign might, she led her family’s knights once more into the surge on the battlefield.

However, her distinctive blue cloak and Griffin battle armor made her stand out in the midst of chaos, which brought her trouble.

In the confusion, a Silver Grade Vampire Assassin quietly approached her, and as the momentum of the cavalry charge waned, the huge Blood Wings struck her, dragging the unprepared Biqi off her warhorse.

After a graceless fall and rolling on the ground, she stood up only to have her helmet knocked off by the vampire’s swift attack, her golden hair scattering and a cut marring her beautiful face.

Seeing herself in a dire situation, but the woman knight, entirely without fear, dropped her unusable lance, drew her longsword, and prepared to fight desperately.

She was truly unafraid.

Even though her combat skills stood no chance against a Silver Grade Vampire.

It could be called bravery and fearlessness.

But from another perspective, it might also be seen as a bit recklessly confident.

It’s one thing to brandish your sword in the face of an enemy—thus certifying your courage as a warrior—but at least try to dodge!

Who just charges straight ahead without thinking?

“Die!”

The vampire had no patience for this arrogant mortal.

Seeing his prey still trying to resist, he yelled ferociously, lunging forward to knock the longsword out of Biqi’s hands, kicked her to the ground, grasped her hair to expose her pale neck, his fangs bared and ready to drain the pure blood of this golden-haired damsel.