My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2730 -911: Huh? Woke Up Too Suddenly? Why Are Witch Hunters Killing Aliens Alongside Vampires! [6/10]

“The instructions from the material world have been received. In thirty minutes, we will return to our homeland. Everyone, the arduous journey in Cardman City’s Star Realm is coming to an end!”

Having just utilized the power of the Endless Manis to complete a conversation with Cement Sister in the Swamp Forbidden Area and confirm the return time, the “Elder” of the Blood Vulture Clan could not contain his joy and delivered this good news to his clan members in the dilapidated Blood Vulture Tower.

Even the usually stern vampires, who adhered to ancient traditions, let out unrestrained cheers at this good news, resembling a lively festival in stark contrast to the ominous and dark stars above their heads.

Yet they understood the gravity of the situation and immediately dispatched individuals to convey the good news to various forces throughout the city.

This kind of news, at this moment, would undoubtedly uplift spirits. Most importantly, after drifting in the Star Realm for nine months, this city had reached its limit despite its perseverance. It was time for some truly good news to invigorate the residents with their last ounce of strength and prepare for the numerous challenges that awaited upon returning to the material world.

“Where is the messenger now?”

After sending people to deliver the message, the vampire elder asked his most trusted offspring beside him.

This vampire, thin and draped in a black robe with a rather grim demeanor, was not an actual clan elder. The elders of the Blood Vulture Clan had been sent to “become” part of the Midnight Mother by Salockdale.

Before Cardman City was sent into the Star Realm, this individual was merely an ordinary Grand Duke’s Royal Guard, but after entering the Star Realm, he became the highest-ranking survivor closest to the bloodline origin among the vampires.

Thus, the title of Elder was bestowed, but to be honest, it was not a desirable task.

In a dire environment, being “bestowed with power” meant the person would not savor any authority but needed to wholeheartedly devote themselves to the cause of self-rescue.

Frankly, if not for some unexpected factors, this old vampire would have long given up. Traditional vampires are not a noble race willing to sacrifice everything for duty.

Faced with the elder’s inquiry, his offspring promptly replied:

“Mr. Norman is still repeating what he has been doing the past few days; that silent Witch Hunter is passionately devoted to his hunt. He is now in the shadowy alley of Fink Street, where the base of those scum serving the Dusk Cult is located.”

“Is he alone?”

The elder blinked and said:

“Is there no one else with him?”

“Several groups of Avalon worshippers from the civilian area are his steadfast followers.”

The offspring replied, somewhat troubled:

“After he spread the news of rebuilding Avalon’s Sanctuary in Transylvania, many people among the civilians converted under the banner of the God of Nature in just a few days. If it were just ordinary conversions, it would not matter much, but Elder, you are well aware of the situation in the city.

After months of hopelessness, people suddenly coming from outside with hope for salvation sparks indescribable fervor.

We might need to find solutions, as Avalon’s cult is expanding every minute in the city, with the God of Nature actually granting power to those fervent converts!

They’ve acquired some strange seeds that can take root and sprout even in the Star Realm; within a night, they grow breadfruit, with one fruit feeding a person. Though it tastes awful… anyway, they’ve begun proactively proselytizing by relying on this method.

But this is our vampire city!”

“I haven’t seen you take such responsibility for calling this our city in previous months.”

The elder, exhausted from keeping the mess together, retorted:

“Is it because you realized the return is imminent and intend to show your value to the clan? Don’t bother! The information revealed by Lord Norman already indicates that the only similarity between the rebuilt clan and the Blood Vulture we remember is the name; upon our return, we face a completely new situation.

And how do you know the breadfruit tastes awful?

Are you planning to convert to Avalon too?”

“I would want to.”

The offspring pouted and said:

“However, the God of Nature doesn’t want us. My Blood Servant brought back a fruit last night as homage; I’ve already driven that guy out of the inner city. As a Blood Servant, begging from the God of Nature’s servants is simply embarrassing!”

“Shut up, and don’t talk so frivolously about divine entities in the future…”

The elder rebuked, then pondered for a moment, saying:

“Select some elite soldiers from the inner city tribesmen and assist Mr. Norman in clearing out the Twilight Servants, and be swift! The issue must be resolved within thirty minutes, as I would hate for the Grand Duke Triss to see our city filled with rats lurking in the darkness upon our return to the material world.”

“That’s easy, Elder.”

The offspring said:

“Those bastards can’t entice other city inhabitants; isn’t this city protected by some unknown great power?”

“Go and get it done.”

The vampire elder, not inclined to discuss the matter further, chased away his offspring and then tidied up his not-so-neat robe before returning to his room.

This was probably the only privilege that the city administrators could enjoy during this disastrous drifting period.