Chapter 151 150 Hey, Yankee, that’s us Transylvanians.
Chapter 151 150. Hi Yankee, this is how we Transylvanians say “hello”!
The Earl of White Mountain was furious at the sight of his loyal squire in his miserable state.
The young man immediately drew his noble sword, which was not a blade of assassination such as the whip, night blade or fist blade that the Thorn Vampires were known to use, but it was certainly not an extraordinary thing.
As the blade came out of its sheath a chilling wind swooped down, a delicate frost visible to the naked eye intertwined with the slender blade, gathering quickly to make a transparent layer of ice that condensed over the blade to create an even more deadly psychic ice blade.
The cool entrance made Murphy blink.
It was not known if this was a special effect of the weapon, or the unique power of the Blood Count in front of him?
Behind the Earl of White Mountain, the three Thorn Vampires also glided into the mansion in an elegant manner, however, in front of the Blood Vulture Clan, spreading out those tiny wings looked very funny indeed, and those short and delicate blood wings made Murphy worry that they would break because of the weight when they flapped next time.
This can not support a vampire to fly freely in the sky, really, flying only belongs to the blood vulture’s privilege under the midnight!
“But it doesn’t matter, after all, tiny is cute too.”
Murphy raised his Desire Magic Blade and said to Maxim beside him:
“Quite a bummer, I thought that at least one strong enemy of the silver rank of the foreign clans would come, so that the two of us could leave behind a glorious battle record when we first dealt with the other clans.”
Maxim did not respond, only slowly drew the Grave Ritual Black Blade at his waist.
The two of his masters and servants had to face the four raging Thorn Vampires in front of them, and they were clearly disadvantaged in terms of numbers, yet neither Murphy nor Maxim had any fear, and they didn’t even call for the support of Adele and the other six sons and daughters.
The housekeeper was still helping Murphy’s warriors assassinate and execute the blood vulture traitors hiding around the city, making sure to reduce the number of traitors to a safe limit before the sun set.
That, too, was a necessity.
And Adele and Maxim, who had inherited Murphy’s blood, had apparently also inherited Murphy’s rather unique habits for other vampires; they were far less resistant to sunlight, which made their quick movements at dusk possible.
“Let go of my servant! Sir.”
The Earl of the White Mountains in front of him stepped forward with his sword, speaking in a cold voice as he wrapped his body in the cold:
“We might be able to end this dispute in a more honorable way.”
“The new Blood Vulture Archduke has already succeeded to the throne, yet the Blood Vulture’s Sons entrenched in this city did not show up for Archduke Tris’s ceremony, and they made a regrettable choice between loyalty and treason.
All of this is at your hands, and it is you who have allowed the poor and shameful traitors to lose their lives this night!
It was you who were undignified in the first place!
So with all due respect, Your Excellency, I don’t think you’re in a position to speak to me like that on my territory!”
Murphy kicked the severely injured Thorn vampire at his feet, pinpointing him to the sunset rays refracted by the broken window, causing the latter to let out a miserable scream.
Over the accompanying music of that scream, the vampire lord’s magical blade pointed at his opponent as he said:
“You look like a man who can make a decision, so gird your loins! Come with me back to the Scarlet Fortress to face Archduke Tris, and if she chooses to spare you, then that’s fine with me.”
“Impossible.”
The other man stepped forward with his sword.
Negotiations broke down, preparing to attack!
“Gah!”
The chaotic battle in the mansion resumed the moment the blood-eating spirit vulture whistled shrilly and swooped down from the air, and the giant wolf of the Star Realm hidden in the shadows snarled and pounced out.
The three retainers behind the Earl of White Mountain wanted to protect their master, however Maxim blocked in front of them like an iron wall amidst the rush of blood brought up by the flapping of the huge blood wings.
As Murphy’s heir, he rightfully learned from his master’s placement of the Grave Guard’s Necrotic Enhancement on his own control, and the Group Death Grip, taught by Murphy himself, was unleashed all around him as if it were one and the same.
Unfortunately, Maxim’s perception and precise manipulation of psychic energy is still a learning curve.
The skill was released crookedly!
It failed to bind the three fast-moving Thorn Vampires in front of him.
But it wasn’t a big problem.
Together with the cooperation of the Blood Eating Spirit Vulture Revernor and the Star Realm Giant Wolf George, the scene in front of him was a 3V3, originating from the great bonus brought by the elite template, which allowed Maxim to defy all challenges at the Black Iron rank.
As for the fight in the house
It was really lackluster and nothing to write home about.
Murphy’s brutal 104 point attribute total was enough for him to proudly proclaim himself invincible at the Black Iron rank, and that was indeed the case.
As soon as the two of them exchanged blows, the noble sword in the hand of the Earl of White Mountain in front of him, which was emitting a chilling aura, almost came out of his hand.
This guy had so much strength!
Was he really a flying blood vulture instead of a wild wolfsbane?
Earl of White Mountain took a step back and swept his sword blade across his body in a blocking stance, but Murphy did not retreat and instead advanced.
He rushed up to the cold sword blade, and in the moment he was hit, he caught the traces of his opponent’s sword swing, so his entire form turned into a flying bat and dodged the blow perfectly.
Hey, night bats are swift, kid!
“!”
The Earl of White Mountain knew that it was not good.
This young man immediately utilized the unique inheritance of the Thorn Clan, just as the Blood Vulture possessed the power to soar the skies, the Thorn Clan also had the mysterious might inherited from its origins.
As Murphy emerged from Nightbat’s swift dodging and stabbed his magic blade into the young vampire, who looked even smaller than him, at a ghostly pace, bringing out a splash of blood that surged through the shattered ice and preparing to add a second slash to waste the boy, he suddenly felt a hot searing heat erupt in his mind.
It was like a mind bomb suddenly exploding, disorienting him for a moment.
It was also at this moment that Tris’s sage advice to him before leaving Scarlet Fortress also floated to the forefront of his mind:
“The Thorn Clan is descended from jealousy, and the blood of jealousy flows within them, which allows them to sense and manipulate the emotions of others. In addition to sensing emotions more easily, these Jealous Descendants have the Midnight Blessing of ‘Emotional Ignition’.
As such, you must be calm enough when facing them! If your emotions are too intense, it is likely that they will find an opportunity to inflict a deadly blow to your mind.”
“Bang.”
Taking advantage of Murphy being knocked out, Count White Mountain covered his waist and abdomen wounds, and the chilly noble sword in his hand poked towards his heart, his hand was precise and ruthless, and it appeared to be practiced since he was a child and had his own set of understanding of swordsmanship.
But want to stage a reversal can not be so easy, Murphy’s hand of desire magic blade whistled out of the holder’s control, with the precision of the defense sword style gesture towards the Earl of White Mountain.
This counterattack made the latter’s attack futile, and was forced to retreat again and again by the magic blade’s continuous storm-like strikes.
Stunned dismay flashed across his gray eyes.
This wasn’t right!
I had clearly knocked him out and already had the advantage, so how come I was in more danger after he was knocked out?
Hey!
Vampire on the other side, get the fuck outta here!
Why is this sword more powerful than you? So you’re actually the humanoid bondage device of this magic sword? If I knock you out, I’ll enter the second stage, right?
“Emotional Ignition . What a nasty ability!”
Murphy regained consciousness after being stunned for a second.
He shook his head, the residual emotional burn in his mind was making him very uncomfortable, the broken tear originating from his spirit even spreading to his torso, causing a raw pain in his heart, like the feeling of being unable to stop the pain during a romantic breakup.
He raised his head and looked at the Earl of Hakusan in front of him who was continuously forced back by the continuous attacks of the Desire Demon Blade, moving his five fingers to summon the Darkness Sharp Claws but there was no response.
Outside the window the sun was setting, only a few minutes short of night, but when the sun had not yet retired and the night had not yet ended, the hunting claws given by the dark night would not respond to the call of the Midnight Son.
So Murphy retreated a few steps, raised his hand and gathered psychic energy in a death grip gesture to accurately clasp the ankles of the Earl of White Mountain, lifting him into the air and slamming him into the ground, while seizing the opportunity, Necessary Evil accelerated in the air and grazed the neck of the Earl of White Mountain and flew out.
The mellow flavor of delicious blood then spread out in all directions.
The magic blade, impelled by the blood, became even more frantic, and began to emit an ominous buzzing sound at a faster speed, like dark lightning striking back and forth against the Earl of White Mountain’s precarious sword defense.
“To make a stranger’s heart ache for you the first time we met, you are truly a man of deep sins!”
Murphy dropped a flirty remark, and casting spells with both hands, he continuously threw out his psychic energy blasts in different ways, constantly interfering with the retreating Earl of White Mountain’s sword style in front of him, and letting Necessary Evil “play” a painful game at the same time, as a way to brush up on his psychic energy skill proficiency.
From time to time, he also summoned a few astral creatures to rush over to him, causing the Earl of White Mountain to be even more confused.
Less than 30 seconds after the start of the war, the latter body luxury leather armor has more than a few dangerous wounds, and the ice blue cloak is broken like a beggar’s “ceremonial clothes”, this young blood from a foreign country has realized that this battle is simply not win!
Although the blood vulture vampire in front of him and he is the same black iron rank, but the latter’s combat power is at least twice as much as him!
He had already fought with all his might while the latter was still breezy, the noble and wise man already knew what to do in this situation.
Of course, escape.
Bah, of course it was a strategic turn in!
“Bang.”
The noble sword that emanated a chilly aura swung forward, and the crisp and rather aesthetically pleasing unique swordsmanship spilled out like a cold wind blowing, knocking back the Desire Demon Blade once again. The Earl of White Mountain took a step back and raised his left hand, an icy luster floated in the palm of his hand and as he took a deep breath and blew forward, it turned into a tide of ice that froze everything in front of his eyes.
Murphy even saw clearly visible snowflake-like spiritual energy flying in front of his eyes.
Wherever the cold wind blew, the ground quickly froze, and even the flying magic blades were temporarily frozen in the air and lost the ability to fly, and they fell to the ground with a snap.
“This is definitely not the power the Thorn Clan should have! This is also not a power that vampires can acquire! This kid is a bit odd.”
Murphy kicked the window beside him, and in the midst of the shattering glass the whole man tumbled out of the frozen place with a dashing movement that didn’t stain the slightest hint of a mess, and the Earl of the White Mountains made the same move, and after releasing this control spell that just seemed to be too much to handle he lifted up Vesta, the servant who had been similarly frozen underneath his feet, and scurried out of the window.
By now one of the three Thorn Vampires in the courtyard had already been taken down by Maxim, and the remaining two knew it was time to retreat when they saw their master rushing out.
They escorted the Earl of White Mountain and glided back, but behind them, Murphy and Maxim’s huge and excessive scarlet blood wings also suddenly opened up in the last instant of dusk.
Darkness was finally able to fall.
A motherly blessing was applied equally to every vampire, making the Thorn Clan’s escape even faster.
However, upon hearing the flapping of wings behind them like a gust of wind, the three guys then realized that they had made a terrible blunder fatal enough to send them to hell.
Trying to glide and escape in front of a blood vulture that could soar in the sky?
Is this really a tactic that you guys seriously thought out instead of trying to laugh Murphy and Maxim to death in such a way so as to win you a chance to escape?
“Bang!”
The pursuers from behind swooped down like meteors, and Maxim, who was more than twice the speed of sound and “death airborne” like a vulture predator, smashed the two thorny vampires guarding the Count to the ground in a ferocious Night Bat Crash.
The scarlet claws that finally appeared in the darkness of the night were like scimitar blades, accurately and ferociously piercing through their body armor and piercing into their flesh, making the battle end in an instant, and the two people who were attacked were knocked into the near-death before they had time to turn into bats and escape.
The Ancient Claw with real damage was just so domineering!
“Swish swish swish.”
The sound of giant wings flapping brought up the sound of wind on this street, in front of the eyes of the Earl of White Mountain Murphy slowly fell, and his hands had likewise transformed into hideous and mighty claws of the dark night.
He hung in the air a few inches from the ground, completely blocking the escape route of the Earl and his servants.
“Your Highness, you go!”
Vesta, whose legs were still healing themselves, loyally defended his master, but nay before he could finish a sentence, a buzzing black shadow sped in from behind with a hideous charge that tore through the walls.
With the humiliation after being toyed with, the not-so-good-tempered Demon Sword of Desire Necessary Evil completed its three-stage acceleration in an instant, piercing through the bodies of Vesta and the Earl of White Mountain at lightning speeds that Murphy couldn’t even see clearly.
Hot blood spilled between the blackness of the night, but the youngster who had already shown despair was still holding on to his sword to resist.
This stubborn and uncertain attitude angered the Desire Demon Blade even more, allowing it to complete three repeated piercings in the next second, and in the fourth execution, it precisely pierced into the heart of the Earl of White Mountain, and began to crazily devour the delicious blood belonging to the Thorn Clan.
“Enough!”
Murphy dodged forward and clasped the hilt of the Necessary Evil.
He chortled:
“I’m keeping him useful!”
The magic sword was a bit on top.
Even starting to fight Murphy, the vampire lord narrowed his eyes and mobilized the admin system’s antivirus program.
Just a scare, of course.
The thing didn’t actively activate until it came into contact with a subspace chaotic psychic entity.
However, as the familiar purifying breath overflowed from Murphy’s fingers, the magic blade that was still bloodthirsty just a moment ago immediately behaved like a quail, smoothly allowing Murphy to pull it out of the heart of the Earl of White Mountain.
“Go!”
Murphy casually waved his hand.
The Magic Blade, which had just tasted delicious blood, hovered obediently at his side, and in the darkness behind its master had appeared the chaotic figures of the Blood Wyvern renegades flying in the night sky.
The vampire lord whispered in the sluggish night:
“In my name, go and cut down the traitors. Leave only ten to bring back for execution! The rest of the blood essence is yours.”
“Buzz.”
The Desire Demon Blade immediately burst into ecstasy.
It swayed in the air, as if praising its new master’s generosity and atmosphere, an opportunity to execute the members of the Blood Vulture and steal their blood essence with impunity would not have been possible in the hands of Salokdar.
This greedy bloodthirsty blade obediently flew around Murphy a few times, a fawning attitude, seems to be saying, you are quite good.
Afterwards, it accelerated into a dark meteor in the air and disappeared into the night sky with a gloomy whistling, and in the first second of taking off, it killed a blood vulture traitor in the air who tried to fly out of Batasin City.
It also knew tactics!
The tactics of the Magic Sword was to bully the weak!
Since it was still weak itself, it only picked those weak traitors to satiate them first, before cooperating with Murphy’s servants and warriors to sneak up on the stronger ones.
“Alas, it is like a blood evil dragon in the hands of Salokdar, wild and incomparable crushing all disobedience, but in my hands it becomes a bloodthirsty Erha even persimmons, all can only pick the soft pinch.
Of course, I don’t feel that this is my problem.”
Murphy sighed.
He nudged the Earl of White Mountain’s white chin with his grimy, dark talons, lifting his frail face up to look into eyes that were gray-blue with a scarlet spot of light in them.
He saw despair and hopelessness, anger and resignation, and pain and release in those young eyes, which seemed ready to be silenced for eternity.
Murphy cocked his head.
He said:
“You have also just been transformed not long ago, right? His Excellency the Count.”
“What makes you you say that?”
The Earl of White Mountain, obviously wanting to retain a shred of his last dignity, retorted stiffly.
Murphy, however, let out a laugh as he said:
“If it was a vampire veteran, he would have known that he should run away when he saw the Necessary Evil in my hand, but you pounced on me like a rash young man.
Either that or you’re too young to recognize this Midnight Holy Blade.
Either that means you’re a fool.
Which conclusion should I take, do you think?”
“Necessary evil?”
The frail Earl was suddenly dazed, he let out a low, painful laugh and said:
“So it is the legendary Demon Blade of Desire, no wonder . But isn’t the new matriarch a lady? Why is this Grand Duke’s Certificate in your hands? And who are you? At least. At the very least, please let me die!”
“Don’t worry, you won’t die.”
Murphy’s left hand pressed down on his shoulder, and his right sharp claw stabbed very smoothly into his opponent’s heart, slicing the vampire’s heart open in a sudden force that sent the White Mountain Earl, whose identity was clearly in question, into a weakened state under midnight.
He whispered in his ear:
“My name is Murphy! Ravenor Murphy Le Sombra, lord of this earth beneath your feet, which is very offended by the offense, I am Count Cadman, and the future Governor of Transylvania.
Your Excellency, Count of the Outlanders, you are good bait, and may lead to someone more important.
Sleep, loser.
Tonight’s disgrace was not your fault. You behaved perfectly.
Just too weak, that’s all.”
(End of chapter)