Chapter 153 152 Lord Murphy’s First Little Fan
Chapter 153 152.Lord Murphy’s First Little Fan
“Ha, ha.”
Little Vikrama ran through the darkness of the night.
She grabbed two scarlet hand cannons that could be activated at any time, and twelve Vampire’s Anthems were loaded in the nests. For this elite hunt, Little Vikrama had not only spent all the money in her pocket before she set off, but also used her “money power” to acquire some gold coins from other players before completing the purchase.
The only way to complete the purchase was to use his “money power” to acquire some gold from other players.
She is also a little rich just like Touch Your Poor.
And according to the information revealed privately by Lumina and Orchid, this little one’s family lineage was much more impressive than Touch Your Poor.
“Mrs. Tris is asking for too much, it’s like a template for a black-hearted vampire!”
The small gunman spat viciously in his heart while advancing in the darkness:
“If I fail this time, not only will I be ridiculed by the three nuisances, but I’m going to lose all my money, but hey, what the heck, let’s fight first.”
She quickly rushed to the place where the female vampire had fallen, and looked around vigilantly, relying on the scouting specialty that came with her gunslinger profession to quickly find the bloodstains on the ground.
But instead of rushing forward, she drew three scrolls from her psychic bag and tore them open and slapped them on herself.
Night Bat Senses, Leopard’s Grace, and Spirit Monkey’s Protection.
All of them were combat scrolls that added dexterity attributes, and the points of light that flew off from her psychic energy gave her a little more confidence in her heart, and she opened the protection of the psychic ring that she had drawn from the previous raffle before she stepped forward into the quiet to seeping night before her.
She confirmed that the shot she had just fired must have knocked this elite vampire into weakness.
The effect of Mrs. Tris’s creation was definitely worthy of recognition, but even a weakened elite vampire still belonged to the category of “touch and die” for her.
So the next step was a dance on the tip of a knife.
That was a great way to put it!
She loved it.
A hint of bitter sweetness emanated from the chewing maltose in her mouth.
The stuff wasn’t tasty, but it was great to be here where one’s tongue wouldn’t occasionally go numb, whether it was sour or sweet! Besides, good shooters should always have something to chew in their mouths.
It was something she’d learned from those cool movies, and it also took the pressure off a little.
She herself was like one of those heroines in the movies who went deep into danger, like a dashing Lara Croft or Natasha, like a super-awesome hunter who was hunting dangerous monsters on her own.
It would be a 1V1 duel between her and the monster, putting life and death into the next fight!
So who would be the more awesome?
The hunter?
Or the prey?
“Bang.”
The flying ball of psychic energy slammed into the feet of little Vikramana, and the explosion of psychic energy lifted her to the ground.
In her gray head, she saw the flailing female vampire lunge out of the shadows where she had been hiding, swinging her grasping dagger-like claws at her.
Her chest was still bleeding, apparently having failed to dig out the bullet that had penetrated deep into her body.
It had still missed on its own!
The bullet had missed the heart, or the vampire would have been even weaker.
Hey, she had studied the vampire’s weaknesses in detail before the hunt began!
While the other players were busy fighting monsters and painting copies, she had spent a long time reading those vampire-related books in the Blood Vulture Library.
Their weaknesses were more than just their hearts!
Brains and eyes were also among the weaknesses, and excluding the transcendent creature’s power of darkness, these guys weren’t much different from humans.
“Pfft.”
Little Vikrama’s heart was shattered by a claw of the counterattacking vampire, and then the whole figure dissipated away, the short gunman who used Lady Tris’s illusion ring to hide his form skimmed his lips, and raised his double guns to fire three times in a row at the female vampire in front of him.
It was basically impossible for her to miss at this distance with her “born with” lightning reflexes and quick-draw specialties.
The first shot hit the vampire’s chest, the second shot hit her mouth, and the third shot should have hit her right in the center of her eyebrow, but the vampire who sensed the danger decisively transformed into a night bat and dodged the bullet.
“Ch!”
Vikina moved immediately, dodging the latter’s flying dagger with a gunslinger’s slide before it could be thrown at her, pulling back again and shortening her body to confront the vampire in front of her who had remodeled her form a few steps away and whose bare foot appeared to have been sprained a few moments ago.
The pain was so real that it made her recall in that instant the pain she felt as a child when she fell off her horse.
Ah, that had been over a decade ago.
At that time, she was still able to run and jump behind her mom and dad, and she couldn’t seem to remember exactly when the wheelchair became an indispensable “companion” in her life?
“Audacious Blood Servant! Die!”
The vampire on the other side was clearly enraged.
She could tell that little Vikramana was just a professional, how dare she ignore the transcendent power and rank suppression to run and challenge her alone?
Are all blood servants so crazy nowadays?
The vampire lunged over with a wail, so fast that it was hard to react, but Vikrama once again avoided the attack with a precise slide, and like an elegant and deadly bullfighter, she turned sideways for a split second and shot the vampire in the back of the heart.
This time it hit!
Right in the heart!
While her own heart was beating wildly from the danger and death close at hand, the vampire also stumbled and almost fell to the ground, her heart being hit by the daytime potion drenched bullet made her feel weak and added to her body.
She realized immediately that the small blood servant was prepared.
Negative!
Can’t fight it hard, have to retreat!
The vampire thought so as she opened her blood wings and flew into the sky with great difficulty, however, in the next instant she saw the other three armed blood servants staring at her intently from the side.
In this instant, the vampire who was chosen as a target realized.
The damned Black Iron Trial!
He himself was actually chosen as the target of the Black Iron Trial by a blood servant?
What a disgrace!
That’s damn you don’t look down on people!
She cursed vulgar vampire profanities intending to disengage even higher, but below her, the little Vikramana unhurriedly yanked a shotgun from her bag and took aim.
The first shot pierced the blood wing forcing the target to come down again.
“Yikes!”
The suffocating female vampire landed with a single blink and rushed in front of Vikrama, intending to grab the blood servant as a hostage she then hardened herself against a bullet save and snapped forward to clasp Vikrama’s wrist.
But the little dwarf not only did not break free but also rushed into her arms, double guns in her hands, one on top of the other at the same time to fire.
The searing pellets pierced through her chin as well as her feet, speed was once again reduced but Vikrama was also nibbled on by the vampire’s bite on her neck.
“!!!”
The female vampire had intended to draw blood this way to heal her wounds.
But she felt strange just as soon as she took the entrance.
The flavor wasn’t right!
There was no substantial blood in this blood servant’s body at all, so how could one bite be full of the flavor of spiritual energy?
Is this a summoned object?
“Hee, get it? It’s too late!”
Little Vikrama’s sneer through the pain was tinged with a tremor as she watched her precarious bloodstain from this near-zero distance and simply let it go.
Both guns pressed against the vampire’s towering chest and pulled the triggers in quick succession, five muffled clicks later causing the Midnight Familiar, whose chest had exploded, to fling her off in a scream of pain, sending her tumbling through the air several times before hitting the ground.
The vampire herself fell to her knees with a plop.
Counting the one from before, a whole six vampire elegies had been struck into the heart, and with this kind of injury, not to mention her being a Black Iron ranked elite, even if a Silver vampire came, she would have to kneel!
It was a bullet made by a master alchemist, and it even smelled like wine when you smelled it carefully.
Is this outrageous blood servant not afraid of death?
Shouldn’t a normal person beg for mercy in that situation?
“Fuck!”
Pomegranate Sister immediately popped out her three-clawed fist blade at the sight of this scene and was about to step forward to help, she saw that Vikrama Jr. couldn’t get up anymore, a clear sign of exhaustion, but just as she got started, she was pinned down by Orchid and Lumina’s combined efforts.
“You go over there now, she can hate you for the rest of her life.”
Orchid whispered:
“This is her fight, don’t interfere!”
“It doesn’t have to be like this.”
Garnet said anxiously:
“She’ll let the pain build up to the point of forced disconnection if she messes around like that, even if she minimizes her pain perception, it’s not going to fail just the same?”
“Others will disconnect, she won’t!”
With a sense of regret and helplessness, Lumina explained:
“Vikina-chan’s already damaged nerves have long since lost their sensitivity . This little lunatic has even calculated this, no wonder she’s confident. Alas, I now have to admit that she is indeed smarter than me.”
“Ha, ha.”
The Vikrama Female Sword Saint slumped to the ground and struggled to get up.
But her already depleted stamina made it difficult for her to do so, and it seemed that two constant images of the game and reality appeared in front of her eyes at the same time, and it wasn’t an illusion as she saw the interface of the game helmet flashing a disconnection warning in front of her eyes.
She had to re-stabilize her mind before that warning countdown went to zero!
She gasped and slumped to the ground feeling the cold to unbelievably real temperature, and the images in front of her seemed to be hallucinating due to the unstable mental connection.
“Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis also known as acromegaly, I’m sorry ma’am and sir, it’s beyond my ability to fix.”
“But she’s only fifteen…”
“That’s the only fortunate thing, catching it early means that some of the advanced therapies are still available for this child, and I can recommend some of them .”
“Will she, will she ever be able to ride again?”
“Uh, preferably not, in fact if it’s kept up well she’ll still be able to move around with limited freedom of movement with the help of a wheelchair or crutches, but after 30 it might be”
“Please you must cure her! That’s our only daughter, money is not an issue! Doctor, please get in touch immediately …” Rambling, shadowed voices echoed in little Vikramana’s ears.
It took her back in a trance to eight years ago, when she herself was in her bedroom pretending to be asleep, but with her ears perked up listening to the family doctor’s conversation with her parents in the living room.
That was the first time she knew the truth about herself.
Alas, there was no more horseback riding and no more target shooting.
“Pah.”
Little Vikrama’s foot kicked hard against the ground, the pain in her toes wrenching her out of her vision, then shook her head vigorously to clear it, shuddering and bracing her arms from the dusty ground, gasping for air as she looked ahead.
The female vampire was walking towards her, covering her exploded chest.
It was as if the dying prey was trying to sink its teeth into the wounded hunter’s neck so that it could pull off a spectacular comeback to proclaim the immovability of the laws of nature.
It was like proclaiming the sudden malice of fate, what an unshakeable disaster it was for ordinary people.
It was like the day their world came crashing down.
“Blanch!”
With an effort, Vikramana slumped forward and grabbed the pistol that had fallen in front of her.
What a beautiful gun.
Scarlet patterns crawled all over the finely crafted body of the gun in an extremely artistic manner, probably only a race as idle as the vampires would make so many patterns on their weapons, and they themselves fell in love with it at the first sight.
Well, the artifacts that he had ordered would probably be delivered to his home tomorrow, and he was planning to use that as a gift for his 25th year.
5 years.
The last 5 years!
And then one has to spend the rest of one’s life in a hospital bed like a vegetable.
And yet, here it is!
And yet, now! One can still move!
“Go to hell!”
The severely injured elite vampire swung his claws down to drive his sharp blade through the dwarf’s heart.
Vikrama also raised her pistol at this moment, aiming the gun at the opponent’s eyes, and the moment the claws pierced her body, the gray-headed one pulled the trigger.
Those were the eyes of a hunter.
Calm with a resistance to death.
“Bang.”
The last bullet scored causing blood to erupt, and the Midnight Son in front of him who tried to fight back raised his head as if he had been punched hard, and again the whole thing tumbled to the ground in that unshakable counter-punch.
The Midnight’s body was still twitching nervously in the blood splatter.
Such an attack couldn’t kill the vampire, she would still recover, so little Vikrama had to finish the last process!
“Haha.”
She had never been so tired.
She grabbed her body with both hands to make herself crawl over the vampire’s blood-covered body, and shuddered again as she pulled the long-prepared boning knife from her waist.
She gripped the hilt with both hands and let the trembling of her wrists be stopped.
This was going to feel like when she was a little girl following her mom home after a crazy day at the ranch, being carried on her back because she was too tired from playing.
It was almost as if she didn’t want to move a finger.
Mom, Dad, no need to cry behind my back.
Look.
I can move again!
Your daughter has finally found her desire once again after losing her dreams and her life for eight whole years, and I’ve become an awesome hunter just like Grandpa ow.
But while weak grandpa could only hunt boars, I can hunt vampires!
Gee whiz, Buffy and all that is weak!
I’m the real vampire hunter!
“Poof!”
The sharp knife stabbed down.
It hit the heart right under the broken bones, and in a brutal tug grabbed the tattered vampire heart out of the twitching prey.
The wailing vampire beneath himself lost its cursed life and turned into a faded, cold stone statue.
“Haha.”
Gasping for breath, Viktorina dropped her knife and held the vampire’s heart, which was emitting a red light, in her hand just leaning against the stone statue of despair behind her.
She was beyond tired, but a strange power was pouring out of her body as if some invisible lock had been opened.
Tonight, however, she didn’t seem to be having any luck.
When Vikrama looked up with difficulty amidst the shrieks of her three companions behind her, she saw in her blurred vision another vampire flying down towards her with a grimace on its face.
With difficulty, she raised her gun.
But pulling the trigger made a hollow sound, the last bullet having been given to her prey.
Alas, she was still going to hang herself, but it didn’t matter, the Black Iron Trial had been completed.
Himself was the first player to complete it!
Himself was the best!
A hundred times more awesome than those idiots who said that they could never get out of their wheelchairs and stand up again, that they could never run again!
“Blanch!”
Little Reed Name dropped his gun and closed his eyes and raised a middle finger toward the sky.
It wasn’t exactly what a lady should do, and the imagined death didn’t come.
“Bang.”
A strange muffled sound caused Vikina to open her eyes, and she stared in awe to see the evil vampire that was supposed to finish her off just like a shooting star, crushed into the ground from a great height by a familiar figure.
Seemingly with some sort of emotion, as if it were a personal vendetta, holding down his head and slamming it hard into the ground with a superhuman kinetic energy boost sending debris flying across the ground.
Lord Murphy, who had run over at some point, was in a standard SuperHeroLanding stance of “Justice Enforcement”, with his huge, cool wings folded behind his back.
His left hand was placed on the shoulder of the blood traitor, and the scarlet claws of his right hand were piercing through his heart.
“What are you preparing to do to my lovely and brave warrior? Unseemly scum!”
As the vampire lord cold-bloodedly drew out his sharp claws, the sneak attacker’s body was transformed into yet another kneeling stone statue in a desperate scream.
Murphy kicked it away and stepped in front of Vikrama Jr.
He crouched down.
Surveying the little dwarf in front of him whose face was covered in blood but had accomplished something nearly impossible, the latter’s face which would be covered in blood like a kitten’s was already in tears.
“Why are you crying?”
Murphy took out a handkerchief and handed it over, asking softly:
“Crying is not a celebratory gesture after a powerful hunter’s victory.”
“Oooh, I just . I love this place so much, I love this world so much what if I can’t play anymore? Please don’t close down, okay? I have a lot of money to donate. You have to keep this game going, okay?
For the rest of my life, I’m counting on you guys. I can only rely on you guys to stand up.”
Little Vikrama certainly wasn’t crying from fear.
She had a lot of guts for daring to shoot at Salokdar, she was just finally saying how she really felt about The Real Otherworld in this situation.
It was said upside down, but Murphy understood it.
It was perhaps the first time the Dog Planner had ever felt truly proud of her profession, and with a softer smile in the darkness of the night, she reached out and placed her hand on the crying Vikrama’s head and rubbed it vigorously.
He said:
“I can’t understand what you’re saying.”
“But the world will open its arms for you anytime if you want it to, I promise! As long as I’m around, you can continue to enjoy what you have.
Yup.
I promise!”
“Oooooooooh, mommy says handsome men are the best liars, oooh I don’t believe you!”
Little Vikrama cried even harder.
At this moment she felt that what was in front of her was not an NPC, but a real person, that was a really warm soul, a soul just like hers.
With teary eyes, she raised her bloodstained hand and said to Murphy with her little thumb up:
“Unless, unless pull the hook.”
Are you a child?
No wonder you can’t grow taller, you cute little twerp!
Murphy-sama spat madly in his heart, but the words turned into:
“Ah, is this a magical ritual from the other world? It seems to be related to an oath, so in the presence of the Mother of Darkness, I must take it seriously.”
So in the gaze of the other three female players, Murphy stretched out his little thumb and hooked it together with the little reed name as he whispered:
“In the name of Lord Murphy, I promise!”
However Little Vikramana could no longer hear him.
She was too tired.
The stamina bar had long since dried up, and this would be assured before her head slumped and she passed out.
Murphy shrugged and swung his cloak to pick up his warrior and deliver her like a princess to Sister Garnet.
He said:
“She needs to rest while you take care of her, because from now on, she’s ‘Murphy’s Warrior’.”
(End of chapter)