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Chapter 776 - 392: It’s Just a Siege, No Need to Risk Your Life_1

Chapter 776: Chapter 392: It’s Just a Siege, No Need to Risk Your Life_1

To the northwest of Dark City, there is a weed-filled Mass Grave, or rather it’s more appropriate to refer to it as a dump. The place is surrounded by gloom and fetid air, with all kinds of household garbage strewn about.

Right now, surrounding this graveyard, there are numerous werewolves lying in ambush, enveloping the entire graveyard from all directions.

All the werewolves were wrapped in a layer of hazy War Fog, holding their breath and concentrating as much as possible. They were hiding among the surrounding forests and chaotic stones, in an attempt to mask their presence.

At the rear of the cemetery, Cold Night, who still retained his human form, glanced at the time on his wristwatch.

Seeing the pointer of the watch face already past midnight, he couldn’t resist furrowing his brows to look at the person behind him, "Are you sure it’s here?"

"Definitely..."

Behind Cold Night stood a humanoid figure shrouded in a large black cloak.

"If you dare trick us, you’re aware of the consequences!" Cold Night said coldly.

"..."

The black-robed figure remained silent, nothing to say.

Just as Cold Night was about to say something more, he noticed something unusual and hurriedly turned his head, looking into the cemetery.

At this moment, in front of a nondescript tombstone within the cemetery, a faint Teleportation Array light suddenly lit up.

Seconds later, a red figure appeared in the Teleportation Array.

Cold Night’s spirit lifted, and he immediately focused his gaze: red clothing, a woman — exactly matching the description!

The ID though... there wasn’t any. The ID display above her head was hidden but it was definitely a player.

At the same moment the woman appeared, including Cold Night, every person holding an Eternal Night City Fragment received a message in their minds.

[Attention please, all fragments of the Eternal Night City map have been assembled. The entrance to City of Eternal Night is now open. The first Fool to touch the Legacy Crystal in the city center will become the first City Lord of the Night City!]

"Hmm?"

Caught off guard, Cold Night hurriedly took out a map fragment from his body, looking at its back.

Sure enough, the arrow on the back was pointing directly at the woman in the cemetery before him.

At this point, Cold Night had no doubt remaining. At the same time, that woman took out a similar fragment and looked up at his direction after checking her fragment. She seemed to immediately understand something and suddenly turned around to run in another direction.

"Attack!"

Cold Night immediately ordered through the communicator.

Aided by his command, all the werewolves hiding in the surroundings instantly burst through the War Fog. They pounced from all directions, each springing high, aiming towards the woman in the center.

"Capture her alive... huh?"

Cold Night added a sentence through the communicator, but as soon as he finished, he noticed something strange happening when he looked back at the woman. She, who was running away in panic just a moment ago, suddenly ceased running. In her right hand, a dramatic sickle appeared.

The moment the sickle appeared, the realization hit Cold Night like a freight train.

Red clothes, a sickle... the Red Sickle Girl??

Cold Night almost spat out blood in frustration.

Everyone was aware of the Red Sickle Girl’s relationship with the Ghost Captain. There was no way the Ghost Captain would have arranged someone to specifically tail the Red Sickle Girl.

Obviously, this was yet another trap. More importantly, he was once again the one who led the team into the ambush...

Although they had ambushed over four hundred werewolves around here while Red Sickle Girl was alone, she must have made some preparations since she had the audacity to set up this kind of trap.

"Wait, everyone stop!"

Cold Night urgently yelled into the communicator, but unfortunately, it was still a step too late.

By the time he shouted, the werewolves had basically charged into the red-clothed woman from all directions and completely surrounded her, even from above. There was no way out.

However, the red-clothed woman they had surrounded seemed exceptionally calm. At the moment every werewolf pounced on her, the scythe in her hand moved, and a huge phantom image of the Grim Reaper suddenly appeared around her. The image mirrored her movements, swinging out its right arm, instantly batting away the approaching werewolves.

At the same time, a shrill cry echoed from the distance, as numerous bats flapped their wings and emerged from the shadows of the trees. As they landed, they rapidly transformed into ferocious vampires, launching themselves at the surrounding werewolves.

Cold Night took a sharp breath as he watched the unfolding scene. Indeed, the opponents had a back-up plan, and it seemed to be overly extravagant!

According to the information he had, the Blood Clan had barely a thousand vampires that were capable of fighting. The number of vampires present at the site was at least close to nine hundred, indicating that they had almost summoned all their battle-capable vampires here!

There appeared to be quite a number of werewolves in the Dark City, but just like the vampires, the actual combat forces amounted to just over two thousand.

Upon hearing that a third-party force was involved, they had brought a fifth of their forces here for security. They believed this number would be more than enough, but they ended up being outnumbered by the enemy!

The situation was too critical for Cold Night to ponder.

At this moment, the vampires and werewolves within the cemetery had already started fighting fiercely.

As part of the werewolf pack, Cold Night had no chance of staying out of it, especially with the overwhelming number of vampires present. It wasn’t long before two vampires discovered him and forcibly dragged him into the battlefield.

As the two vampires lunged at him, Cold Night’s figure swiftly morphed. His eyes turned copper-colored and his face transformed into a wolf head. His body size grew, bursting his outerwear and sprouting silver furs. His hands and legs turned into sharp claws.

One vampire aimed for his hands and legs while another swung at his neck. With an enraged howl, Cold Night leveraged the strength boost from his Garuru skin, broke free from the restraint behind him, and tore down the two vampires on him, smacking them on to the ground.