My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1359 - 459. Insufficient firepower? Isn’t it a coincidence? Little tubes specialize in solving this problem!

Chapter 1359: 459. Insufficient firepower? Isn’t it a coincidence? Little tubes specialize in solving this problem!

The "Old Master Murphy" who couldn’t sleep and went out for a midnight stroll truly didn’t expect such an unexpected gain. He personally witnessed his own arsenal, which couldn’t even properly produce a large bolt, actually came up with the outrageous contraption called "Happy Bullets of Li Mei." Murphy felt his worries decrease by more than half in his heart.

Though the large-scale use of white phosphorus bombs in conventional warfare was somewhat inhumane and utterly beastly, with no redemption possible,

when viewed favorably,

firstly, Murphy did not intend to use this thing on a battlefield against humans. They were to be used against Wolf People and Skeleton Army, the former being enemies of civilization and the latter utterly devoid of pain. Even if Murphy and his little gamers were to stop being human, these two types of enemies would not fear running to some "international tribunal" to apply for arbitration with the materials.

Secondly, he was a vampire, and other people on the Continent simply did not regard him as human. Therefore, in terms of casuistry, the pressure of "humanity" Murphy had to bear was much diminished.

Lastly, wasn’t this a case of there being no alternative?

If Murphy could now muster a fully equipped, fully staffed artillery and mechanized army, he wouldn’t have to engage in these life-shortening shenanigans. Would there really be any self-proclaimed "civilized" forces that, while clearly advantaged, would still use such weapons against unarmed civilians?

Damn, what kind of beast could commit such atrocious acts?

It even surpassed the inscrutable baselines of the vampires.

It might even cause demons and devils to stand shoulder to shoulder with them, reproaching them for being a bunch of evil bastards unworthy of Hell. And if those humanoid creatures acted in the name of a certain "god," it would simply be a self-proclamation that their god was likely no serious matter.

In short, after a not-so-difficult session of self-persuasion, Sir Morphy lamented that he maintained the bottom line of his pitiful soul and then flew back to Crimson Castle at top speed.

He didn’t return to his office corridor to catch up on sleep, probably because the incredible sight he’d seen today had fully awakened his vampiric night-walker bloodline. He was brimming with energy for a nighttime walk and hastily made his way to the nearby city cemetery.

Here, "cemetery" is just an adjective, like the "XX Tomb" subway station sign in some central city, a descriptive term for positioning.

The city planning of Crimson Castle had been perfected through the repeated adjustments of Old Chen and his three students. Of course, something like a cemetery definitely couldn’t be located in the core urban area. In their plan, this area was intended to become the "Embassy District" for representatives of other forces living in Transylvania.

But now, this place was occupied by a "foreign" force.

Bow Knight Lady Lionea was writing a letter in her house.

She finally didn’t have to live in tents anymore!

Of course, for a vampire, living in this cement house was not necessarily much more comfortable, although the Dust Beaters had specially installed a complete fireplace for "ambiance" and made screens with elfish style as dividers.

However, for the Blood Covenant Knight Order vanguard about to depart to the Polluted Swamp, no matter how good the house was, it had nothing to do with them.

According to Lady Lionea’s plan, they would be stationed in the Polluted Swamp until the Transian forces completely cleared the route to the Blood Covenant Knight Order’s base. After that, they could return to headquarters.

The Bow Knight was very serious while writing her letter, and no one knew to whom it was being written. In any case, even when Morphy jumped in through the window, Lionea didn’t react, even maintaining a peculiar smile at the corner of her mouth.

This outrageous behavior left Morphy dumbfounded, and he couldn’t help but tiptoe closer to take a look. Then, he saw the beginning of the letter:

"My friend Maxim personally addressed:"

"Swoosh"

Before Morphy could read any further, a sharp, elvish-style short sword was thrust up from below, pressing against his neck.

If at this distance Lionea still couldn’t detect his prying, it would either mean that Morphy’s Shadow Flee had reached the level of Duchess Shani, or it would mean that the Bow Knight had been so ensnared by the sugar sweetness of love that she had become foolish.

At the moment, it seemed Lionea’s perception was still normal; she was just too engrossed in writing and expressing her feelings to her "rumored boyfriend."

"All say that Governor Morphy is a gentleman of the highest order on the lands of Transylvania, but I didn’t know which gentleman would peep at a lady’s letters. Your performance tonight has really taken points off your image in my heart."

The Bow Knight, with a look reserved for the dead, stared at Morphy who held up his hands. She said very dissatisfied:

"I expect you to give me a reasonable explanation, otherwise, I am afraid I will have to take justice into my own hands."

"Of course, I came over for serious business."

The Governor shrugged his shoulders, his left fingers pinching the sharp blade’s glinting edge and pushing it downward.

But the next instant, under Lionea’s control, the blade sprung back, continuing to rest on the upper throat and even activating some weapon technique, causing tendrils of Spiritual Energy to wrap around the blade’s edge.

Wow, he had truly angered this proud Moon Elf Vampire.

"I want to ask for your help to contact Lord Paryen."

Morphy frankly said:

"Regarding the formation of my army, there is a small favor I need to request of his lordship. Yes, I am in need of borrowing his influence once again."