My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 954 - 324. I just wanted to casually dig up a Treasury to offset my losses, but who would have thought it could trigger a hidden mission?_2

Chapter 954: 324. I just wanted to casually dig up a Treasury to offset my losses, but who would have thought it could trigger a hidden mission?_2

One by one, the vampire requiems were loaded into the gun chambers, and the battle within the mountains’ preferred terrain allowed Old Qu, the witch hunter, to shoot more accurately and lethally. Any vampire that hesitated for even a moment in the air would be met with a bullet to the head.

What was wonderful was that even under these chaotic circumstances, Yan Song maintained high-intensity operation of the reconnaissance magic within the safe zone. This was essentially like having a "personal radar" to detect enemy movements for the attackers.

It was as if they had turned on wall-hacking cheats, leaving the vampires no chance to escape under the cover of night.

The battle was chaotic and urgent.

Just a few minutes later, the last vampire who could still move took a psychic lightning from Stick Brother and was struck in the chest by his war halberd. Amid the grating sound of her sternum shattering, she spat blood and fell to the ground.

She still wanted to struggle.

But the berserk Giant Shark rushed up to her with a roar, pounding her with two fists and a kick that shattered her blood wings, obliterating any chance of escape.

As for those Blood Servants used for manual labor...

They were terrified, especially at the sight of this "vampire civil war," too scared to make any move.

"Pfft"

Little Hand swung a sharp knife and plunged it into the chests of those fallen vampires, mercilessly carving out their midnight hearts amid their screams, letting them turn into ugly statues in the night.

These guys were ruthless, experienced, and expressionless in their actions, obviously not their first time doing this.

This scene made the captured female vampire curl up into a ball.

In her heart, she was convinced that these were the relentless iron guards sent by the new Duke Cui Si, specialized elites meant to hunt down traitors like them.

"Where did you come from?"

Stick Brother, having had a good fight, finally dispelled some of the gloom in his heart. He glanced at the echoing stone door of the treasury nearby, ignoring it for the moment and instead looked down at the scared vampire at his feet, asking:

"You’d better answer honestly, so that when we send you back to Crimson Castle, we can say a few good words for you in front of Lady Adel and let you die swiftly.

Otherwise, you’ll be tied to a cross for the sun scorching punishment. You know what that means for vampires, right?"

"Yes, don’t even think about living."

Wumeioge also chimed in:

"The Grand Duke of Cui Si has already issued the order, Crimson Castle will not accept the surrender of any traitors! You’re already dead, poor thing, but you still have the right to choose how you die."

"But I don’t want to die!"

The female vampire clutched the wound on her chest, screaming:

"Betraying the Clan wasn’t my choice! My elder betrayed the Blood Vulture, and what could I do as a Descendant? Give me a chance! I beg you! Give me a chance to live. I didn’t abandon everything to become a vampire just to die in this godforsaken place where nobody cares."

"That’s not for us to decide, we’re just following orders."

Stick Brother made a malicious bully face and sneered as he crouched down.

He took out a roll of bandage from his psychic package and threw it to the pitiful lady surrounded by several men, softening his tone, he said:

"Of course, while the principle is to leave no prisoners, principles always mean there are exceptions, such as the poor Blood Vulture widow Mary, she and some of her friends survived. If you can provide information that interests Sir Morphy, you might have a chance for redemption.

But the chance to live is always something you must fight for, you pathetic worm.

I’ll ask you one last time!

Where did you come from?

And how did you get the information about the Blood Vulture treasury? Not just any vampire can know about this place."

"It was... Mrs. Cecilia who gave the information."

The female vampire didn’t intend to show any loyalty. She curled up, speaking in a low voice:

"My elder brought us here, and you’ve locked him in the treasury. He’s a powerful silver-grade Vampire Swordsman, you’re no match for him."

"Whether we can beat him is our business! You better say something useful!"

Stick Brother was getting impatient.

The female vampire shrank her neck, saying:

"All of us have joined the Wolf Poison Clan, working under Mrs. Cecilia’s ’Wolf Vulture’ faction for a living. But we are just fringe people, otherwise we wouldn’t be sent to this godforsaken place to dig this cursed treasury!

I really don’t know much.

All I know is that we have a secret mission to ambush a merchant convoy at the border of East Prussia and Transylvania and disguise it as the deed of the Blood Vulture Clan, and the weapons here are to be taken back to Greeney Island.

Mrs. Cecilia believes that the weapons here were left by her lover, so this poor bereaved widow has every right to inherit it all... That’s all I know, please.

I truly just want to survive!

I don’t care who I serve, as long as I can live, I’m willing to do anything.

Please, give me a chance!

Betraying the Clan was truly not by my will!

I don’t want to join Wolf Poison, sob sob, those brutal bastards are all lunatics, and I don’t want to become one of them!"

"What are you crying for, vampires can’t shed tears, you fool, that only makes you look like a pretentious idiot. You want to live, but whether you can or can’t is for Sir Morphy to decide, perhaps you can beg our merciful Lord."