My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 433 - 150. Hi, northerner, this is how we Transia People "greet"! _3

Chapter 433: 150. Hi, northerner, this is how we Transia People "greet"! _3

Trying to glide for cover from sky-soaring blood vultures?

Was this honestly the strategy you came upon, or is it an attempt to make Murphy and Maxim laugh themselves to death to provide you the chance to escape?

"Boom"

The pursuer from behind plummeted down like a comet, Maxim, who "drops down in death" like a vulture preying over the speed of sound, crashes into two vampire guards of the Thorn Clan, knocking them over.

The claws that finally emerged in the dark night—crossed like sickles—penetrated their armor, entered their flesh, and let the battle end in an instant, leaving the assaulted two with no time to transform into bats to escape, and were on the verge of dying.

The Ancient Claw that causes real damage is really overbearing!

"Swoosh, Swoosh, Swoosh"

The sound of a giant wing flapping caused the wind to rise in the streets, Murphy slowly landed in front of Earl Bai of White Mountain. His hands had also been transformed into ferocious and intimidating Dark Night Claws.

He hovered a few inches from the ground, blocking Earl Bai and his servant’s escape route.

"Your Highness, run!"

Vista, still healing his legs, stood loyally to guard his lord, but before he could finish his sentence, a humming dark shadow rushed forward, tearing through the wall, headed straight for them.

With the humiliation of being toyed with earlier, the angry Demon Sword of Desires achieved three-fold acceleration in an instant, piercing through Vista and Bai of White Mountain in a speed so swift that Murphy couldn’t see.

Blood sprayed in the middle of the night, but the young lad, despite his desperate expression, still resisted with his sword.

This stubborn attitude only provoked the Demon Sword of Desires further, impaling and thrusting three times in succession, and on the fourth time, it accurately hit the heart of Bai of White Mountain, savoring the delicious blood of Thorn Clan.

"Enough!"

Murphy quickly advanced, securing the Demon Sword of Desires.

He reprimanded,

"He is useful to me!"

The Demon Sword wore a heady expression.

It even began to contest Murphy, who squinted his eyes and triggered the antivirus program in the administrator system.

Of course, it’s just a scare tactic.

It can’t activate without touching the chaotic spiritual energy of the subspace.

As the familiar purification aura overflowed from Murphy’s fingers, the blood-thirsty Demon Sword immediately became obedient and smoothly allowed Murphy to pluck it from the heart of Bai of White Mountain.

"Go!"

Murphy gestured nonchalantly.

The Demon Sword that had just tasted fresh blood obediently floated at his side. Behind its master, in the dark night, the chaotic form of the Blood Vulture rebels was already visible in the night sky.

The Vampire Lord spoke quietly into the bleak night:

"In my name, hunt the rebels. Leave only ten to bring back for execution. The rest of the Blood Essence is yours."

"Hum"

The Demon Sword of Desires was immediately overjoyed.

It swayed in the air, seemingly praising its new master’s generosity and magnanimity. It would never get a chance like this while in Salockdale’s hands to freely execute members of the Blood Vultures and sneak a taste of their Blood Essence.

The greedy, bloodthirsty blade obediently circled around Murphy a few times, conveying a flattery that seemed to say, you’re actually pretty decent.

Then, it accelerated in the air, turned into a night meteor, and let out a sinister siren as it disappeared into the night sky. It executed a Blood Vulture rebel trying to fly out of Bataxin City.

It even understands tactics!

The tactics of the Demon Sword are to bully the weak and fear the strong!

As it is currently quite weak, it chooses to feed on the weaker rebels first, then sneak attack the stronger ones with the help of Murphy’s servants and warriors.

"Ah, it was like a fresh blood dragon in Salockdale’s hands, wildly crushing all opposition, but in my hands, it became a blood-thirsty... even a persimmon, it only picked the soft ones to pinch.

Of course, I don’t think this is my problem."

Murphy sighed.

He pointed his grim Dark Night Claw on Bai of White Mountain’s fair chin, lifted his weak face, and looked into his gray-blue eyes with red spots.

In those young eyes, Murphy saw despair and helplessness, anger and unwillingness, and also pain and relief. It seemed like he was already prepared for an eternal slumber.

Murphy cocked his head.

He said,

"You’ve only been turned recently, right? Earl."

"What... What makes you say that?"

Clearly intending to preserve the last shreds of his dignity, Bai of White Mountain retorted stubbornly.

Murphy, however, chuckled. He said,

"If he were an old vampire, upon seeing the Demon Sword of Desires in my possession, he would know to flee. But you came at me like a headless chicken.

This either means you’re too young and don’t recognize this Midnight Holy Blade.

Or it means that you’re an idiot.

Which conclusion should I trust?"

"Demon Sword of Desires?"

The weak earl suddenly came to his senses. He let out a faint, pained laugh, saying,

"So it’s the legendary Demon Sword of Desires... no wonder... But isn’t the new clan leader a woman? Why is the symbol of the Grand Duke in your possession? Who are you? At the very least... at least let me know before I die!"

"Don’t worry, you won’t die."

Murphy’s left hand pressed on his shoulder, and his right hand claw smoothly pierced into his opponent’s heart. With a sudden force, he sliced the heart of the vampire, leaving the clearly suspicious Earl Bai of White Mountain in a state of weakness under the midnight light.

He whispered in his ear,

"My name is Murphy! Reveno·Murphy·Le Senbula. I’m the lord of this very unsettled land you’ve offended, Count Cardman, and the future Governor of Transylvania.

Noble Earl from another clan, you make good bait, perhaps enough to reel in someone more important.

Rest now, loser.

The humiliation of tonight is not your fault; your performance was impeccable.

You’re just too weak, nothing more."