My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1378 - 465. Blaze a trail on the Ashen Path where no one has stepped before_2

Chapter 1378: 465. Blaze a trail on the Ashen Path where no one has stepped before_2

"Ugh, these missiles are too heavy!

I’m too small to carry them, what should I do?"

Little Wei Ming tried several times but couldn’t manage to hoist the heavy missile onto her back.

Since Transylvania lacks true Sky Knights, tonight’s bombing run requires the vampires to carry these things for a death dive. Little Wei Ming’s inability to carry a missile means she would miss out on this exciting bombing.

This disappointed her greatly.

"Ah, don’t cry, come on, your Uncle Loyalty has specially made a smaller missile just for you."

Yan Song walked over casually and said:

"Look, there are several over there, they are definitely suited to your petite frame. That thing is not only an incendiary bomb but also has a guidance feature, so you have to take point.

You need to drop the first one to ensure the rest of the brothers don’t end up sending the missiles to grandma’s house."

"Yay!"

Little Wei Ming excitedly took a spin in the air, but quickly came to her senses and crossly folded her arms, saying:

"I feel Uncle Loyalty’s full malice. Why do I have to carry a smaller one? We have white phosphorus bombs too, I’ll carry that!

It’s lighter."

"Uh, you can try if you really want to..."

Ayu mischievously came over and said:

"But I heard that Uncle Loyalty’s craft in making white phosphorus bombs isn’t that great, they have a tendency to explode on impact or sometimes even without impact, for no reason at all.

I bet you’ve never seen the horrifying scene of white phosphorus stuck on someone and burning. Before, Uncle Qin and his lot used those things to kill a bunch of skeletons.

Tsk tsk, it was terrifying even to watch.

If you get any on your delicate skin by accident, we’d have to figure out how to spoon you out of the wreckage."

"Don’t freaking scare people, I’d turn into light if I died, and you wouldn’t need to dig me out with spoons!"

Little Wei Ming shrank her neck, frightened.

She knew Ayu was deliberately playing up the fear, but being a girl, she couldn’t help feeling a little apprehensive. Eventually, under Stick Brother’s direction, she obediently strapped on the specially made smaller missile and joined the other ready-to-go vampires standing in a loose flying formation.

The scene was quite "intimidating" at this point.

The over 200 Vampire Players in the game were all here, arrayed in rows according to their size.

In each row, ten people each wearing heat-resistant leather coats with flying goggles looked like pilots ready for a sortie, but each person had their "attack weapon" for the night firmly strapped to their backs with special belts.

The big, thick black incendiary bombs or white phosphorus bombs reflected a sinister light in the evening twilight, with the logo of Transia First National Armory’s "gear skull" so dazzling, hinting at their ominous purpose.

Some naughty guys, like Cheche and Ayu, even used their kindergarten-level drawing skills to decorate their missiles with all sorts of strange things.

Gebao had scrawled a jagged sentence in Transylvanian on his bomb:

"Gatekeeper Uncle Qin invites you to have hotpot..."

Eh, malicious in all sorts of ways.

In order for these missiles to be carried in flight by the vampires, Uncle Loyalty had specially adjusted their weight, but to ensure the effectiveness of the bombing, the amount of explosives and flammables inside was still not light.

Fortunately, every Vampire Player is Black Iron Tier, and even though it was heavy to carry, it wasn’t so heavy that they couldn’t fly.

Vampire Racial talents, after all, are not "heavy bombers," and their pair of Blood wings were not meant to carry heavy missiles at birth. Therefore, after strapping on these things, even the sturdiest Niu Niu’s flying speed would drop to only one-third of normal.

If the Jackal Warlocks seized the chance to hit them with a Flame Strike Skill or a widespread anti-air slow, this Bombing Squadron would probably be wiped out tonight.

However, everyone who came here knew the risks of tonight’s battle, and everyone was fearless, even excessively excited on their faces, eager like serial killers finding their victims.

This analogy is somewhat apt since no normal person could smile under such circumstances.

"Brothers! I won’t say much else."

Yan Song, serving as the bombing guide, mounted his own Loyalty Wind Eagle, equipped with a smaller missile. He pulled down his goggles and loudly said:

"Here’s wishing everyone a triumphant victory tonight! Wishing our defenses never falter! Wishing Transylvania everlasting glory! May the Goddess of Fate favor us tonight."

"Hey, that speech is too un-vampire-like."

Little Wei Ming, donning her cool wind goggles, shouted with her hands on her hips:

"You should be praying to the Midnight Mother for a safe return!"

A ripple of laughter erupted from the crowd while the NPC vampires serving as escorts nodded earnestly in agreement.

Although everyone knew that vampires don’t have a Divine Spirit of their own, such a large-scale and important operation indeed warranted some auspicious words.

"So, may the Midnight Mother bless us all."

Murphy, disguised as a regular Vampire Player in the back of the crowd, play-acted and added his words.

He was carrying a large missile on his back and had three more in his specially made Psychic package.

As he said, he didn’t want to miss out on tonight’s big event—a horde of Undying Spirits from another world traversing hundreds of kilometers under the midnight sky, summoning foreign fire to purge the evil and lay the groundwork for victory...