My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2324 -775: Shadow Valley · The Final Night

A Vanguard Commander of the Jackalmen thought his warriors could at least hold out until the shelling ended, but it turned out he was overconfident.

The scene of thousands of soldiers equipped with automatic weapons charging together was terrifying, and when each person fired their “Blood Vulture Claw” forward, it easily created a true “forest of guns and rain of bullets”.

This thing could take down a Gnoll with a single shot, and when facing the ferocious Jackalmen, a burst of bullets could immediately incapacitate them.

The firepower leap from single-shot weapons to automatic weapons was not just marginal; it quickly reversed the stalemate where both sides had to fight fiercely for an advantage. The number of Jackalmen dropped rapidly, especially those standing in the path of the advancing Transia People, falling like wheat cut by a sickle, wave after wave toppled by the sweeping firepower.

Some of the fallen Jackalmen were not dead yet, but their formidable vitality became a torment at this moment because the shameless Transia People used “fire attack” once a breach was made in their defenses.

The “Dragon Breath” flamethrowers that came distributed with the Blood Vulture Claw firearms were carried by the brawniest soldiers.

Guarded as they advanced, they would unleash flaming pillars extending over ten meters toward any resisting Jackalmen. This test product, crafted by “true professionals”, maximized its deterrent power on the battlefield, making even the most crazed Jackalmen hesitate to charge into the blazing flames.

“Damn! They’ve equipped new weapons?”

Colonel Basomiyang, leading his squad in a frenzied slaughter among the Jackalmen, glanced back and saw the unstoppable advance of the Transia People penetrating their ranks, cursing:

“Those bastards kept it from us! They used us as bait, cunning Barbarians and sly Ceylan People! But at least they came; not bad! They showed some courage not abandoning us to run away. Hmph, even the cowards of the Goldenrod Kingdom are performing well.

Look at how accurate their artillery strikes are.

Since reinforcements have arrived, there’s no need to continue wasting time here. Gather the soldiers towards us and, with ally support, fight our way out! Advance all the way, chase them out of my position!”

This Northern man’s shout was suddenly cut short as a bone arrow struck him straight in the face, flipping the unfortunate Colonel over.

The arrow found a gap, slipping past his armor and piercing his neck, blood gushing as his life seemed beyond saving. Soldiers around him, enraged, drew weapons and charged at the Jackalman General who ambushed them, while the Colonel, in his last moments, hallucinated a pair of blood wings suddenly unfolding before him.

“No… don’t…”

The Colonel struggled, trying to resist his fate.

But the Vampire Clan Chief’s Guard gave him no chance. At the moment of life’s end, with will unable to resist, the gift of midnight poured in with the bite of cold fangs, transforming vibrant life quietly, placing a cup of Immortal Liquor into his grasp at midnight.

Murphy, wielding a chainsaw sword, glanced at everything happening behind him and gave a thumbs-up to Bonnie, who had completed an emergency near-death treatment, then looked forward, scanning the battlefield without spotting Huggesen and his cursed Throne Wolf.

That guy had chickened out, not daring to come to the frontline, though it was a very sensible choice.

With such an overwhelming advantage on their side, one would have to be insane to gamble with Murphy on who fate favored more.

“They will attack Shadow Valley at nightfall; the forward positions can’t hold them, and the Blood Scar Priests are already in action. With the terrain as it is, even new weapons can’t reverse such a disparity in numbers.”

Next to Murphy, Maxim, having drawn the skull crusher hammer with six blood spears whirling behind him, whispered:

“You should also retreat, Master.”

“But my warriors have not yet brought back victory, and Huggesen has not seen the farewell gift we left it. If I slink away like this, wouldn’t it belittle me in its eyes?”

Murphy shook his head and said:

“You lead the men into the tunnels, Maxim, I’ll stay here…”

The Vampire Governor swung his chainsaw sword forward, carving a deep groove into the ground as he said:

“I’m right here, and whoever dares come, I’ll kill them! I’ll keep fighting until Huggesen shows himself, in homage to my loyal and brave General! Plus, I’ve learned a few new tricks.”

Murphy smiled, raising his hand to the Gnolls rushing at him, commanding:

“In the name of the crime of ignorance, back off! You blind followers.”

In Maxim’s stunned gaze, Murphy unleashed the Ancestor’s Power: Condemnation, a skill used only by the Blood Covenant Clan, and the designated guilty Gnolls, who had been growling and charging, triggered a peculiar reaction as they crossed the line Murphy had drawn.

Screaming, they dropped their weapons and fled, only to be decapitated by the Jackalman’s War Team behind them.

“Hmm, truly a great place to practice power!”

The Vampire Governor said this, flexing his neck and gesturing to Maxim.

The loyal and brave General nodded, retreating respectfully.

His master was treading a path of power stronger than his own; Murphy no longer needed his protection.