Chapter 29 29 blanch! Do you read Tanya’s War Journal too? Then you must know
Chapter 29 29. blanch! Do you read Tanya’s War Journal too? Then you definitely know what I’m talking about.
Murphy led the small group of players through the backwoods and soon reached the spot where the Midnight Hunters had engaged the transport.
Traces of the sun’s spiritual energy having erupted still remained here, leaving scorch marks on the flowers and grass on the ground, while the bodies of the transport team’s escort soldiers were strewn everywhere.
Split remains, fallen warriors by the wagons, the horrific corrosion left by the Dark Spiritual Energy on their armor and the dried corpses on the ground that had been sucked of their blood could all give the players a sense of the intensity of the main battlefield.
Compared to this place, their battle in the ambush circle was no different from playing house. That said, there seemed to be five or six cavalrymen who had broken their legs and were left there in the ambush circle’s refusal trench?
“Shit! This is a massacre!”
Brother Woo Meow spat viciously.
Next to him, the only two remaining vampires, “Electronic Phantom Demon Old Qu” and “Guided by Three or Five More Pipes” roughly counted their heads and then said in dismay:
“Sixty vampires under Missy’s command fucked more than 240 soldiers and witch hunters and still managed to retreat in one piece? This fighting strength is too exaggerated, right?”
“In fact, it’s not bad, we and ordinary soldiers can fight with swords, vampires are transcendent beings, Missy led the elite, vampires have various bonuses under the darkness of the night, it’s actually not strange to fight like this in clusters.
But it is absolutely impossible that there is not a single damage!
Maybe the vampires took the bodies away?”
Happy Stick spun around twice in this grassy field that was like a gale transit, and was just wondering, when he saw Badger in front of him crouch down and pick up a handful of red ash on the ground and hold it up.
With an odd expression, the student party said to the others:
“You guys look at these ashes! Does it look like the ashes of that asshole vampire who was drained by our NPC earlier?”
This question creeped everyone out, and then they immediately spread out to look around this woodland.
“I have two piles here!”
“Over here too, there’s tons of them, and I found half-burnt vampire clothes.”
“There’s ash like that everywhere! Blanch, those vampires couldn’t have been killed off, could they? Not a single one of them managed to escape? Who the hell did this?”
With the news summarized from all over the place, this woodland, which appeared to be unusually dead and silent after the battle had already come to an end, seemed to have turned frightening all of a sudden.
The small players gathered together and looked left and right, fearing that a big fire-breathing monster would come out from the shadows around them.
Precipitation bull behind the Missy has been unconscious, was cut off the arm is healing her estimate is difficult to wake up in a short period of time, and Murphy also feel a little hairy behind.
After approaching this place he had the feeling of being peered at from the shadows, which made his whole body uncomfortable.
He was more aware of the destructive power of these elite Midnight Hunters gathered together than the smaller players, and thus better understood just how terrifying the strange force that had trapped these Midnight Hunters in this woodland to kill and destroy them was.
There might exist individuals in the Transylvania region that the vampires couldn’t fight against, but the kind that could make them unable to even run away but could only wait for death in despair was clearly beyond Murphy’s insight and imagination.
“This place can’t stay.”
Murphy said decisively to his small players:
“Gather what can still be used and let’s get out of here! Look carefully through the Midnight Hunters’ relics and find their psionic pockets so we can pack more.”
“Psionic pockets? What’s that?”
Happy Stick, who was still a newbie, asked as he bumped Brother Woo Meow’s shoulder, who explained in a low voice:
“It’s a space backpack! Our NPC has one on his waist, and all the equipment we’re carrying was pulled out of that thing by him. I guess these vampires lost psychic packs is our mission reward for this action, just entered the game must send a few small backpacks to mean a little bit.”
“Makes sense.”
Happy Stick nodded, and turned to pick through the piles of ash.
It turned out that he did find a dirty, blood-red bag out of it, but unfortunately, it was locked by the previous user with psychic energy, and he needed to wait for the psychic imprint to fade before he could open it.
In addition to the nearly forty psychic energy packs left behind by these ashen vampires, the players also found dozens of rifles and several large ammo crates that were still usable from the regimented soldiers of the transport team.
The diligent little players not only retrieved the frightened pack horses from the nearby forest, but also tried to pull off the intact armor from those soldiers, just like locusts crossing the border don’t want to spare anything.
But Murphy felt it was not a good place to stay.
So he simply packed up a car and pulled on the things he found, and took the unconscious Missy with him and flew out of here.
Until after they all left, on the branch at the edge of the woodland, a gray falcon the size of a fat pigeon noiselessly rose up in the darkness of the night, nimbly turned a corner and then disappeared.
At the entrance to the Filthy Swamp, the White Knight Finok placed the only two surviving psychics from the engagement site in the wagon left behind by the vampires, the one of them who was still conscious emanating smoke from the heat.
This was the aftermath of gathering a large amount of solar psionic energy in a short period of time, but he was actually just a supporter of that fiery sun spell just now, and the real unleader had already incinerated himself in the fiery psionic energy.
Ashes and ashes like those purified vampires.
This was what happened when trying to master the sun.
The blazing sun is very cold to vampires, but it’s not kind to humans either.
This surviving psychic said to the old knight in a mute voice as he gulped down the water:
“Thanks, Lord Fennok, without you, we would not have survived tonight.”
“I am not here for you.”
The old knight didn’t have much favor with these psychics of the Tower of the Ring, and he said in a cold tone:
“It’s just a matter of passing by, I’ll send you to the border of Transylvania, and after that, you’ll be on your own.”
“Wait, Mr. Finnock.”
The psychic requested:
“The goods we escorted are still in the forest . Please do us a favor and recover them I promise! As long as I can get back to General Loren, I will do my best to put in a good word for the White Oak Warband.”
“The mission has failed!”
The old knight didn’t care about that as he waved his hand and said:
“You guys made too much of a mess in the vampire’s territory, it’s already a fluke that you survived, if I were you, I wouldn’t dwell on those doomed goods right now, instead, I should think about how this supposedly classified escort mission was probed by the vampires again?
Even your arrival time and walking route were known to them!
This is no longer something that can be explained by more than just leaks.”
“This.”
The psychic was dumbfounded.
But he realized that the old knight’s admonition was right. The importance of informing General Loren as soon as possible about the possible infiltration of the Blood Vulture within the Pathfinder Legion was, at this point, far higher than recovering those lost goods.
“I see, please.”
He no longer asked, and the old knight lowered the curtain of the wagon, pulling it towards the Transylvanian border with his own crimson horse. The falcon named “Swift Shadow” dashed down from the darkness, landed precisely on the old knight’s shoulder, and chirped something to him.
Old Finocchi nodded his head and took a handful of melon seeds from his pocket and fed them to the falcon, which gave a delightful cry of thanks.
For the White Knight, Animal Language was only the most basic ability.
He narrowed his eyes and said to himself:
“All that came to clean up the mess was actually a vampire apprentice and his human blood servants? What the hell is Salokdar up to?”
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“My warriors, I have good news for you all!”
After returning to the makeshift camp near the ambush circle, Murphy didn’t waste time to immediately gather the small players together as he loudly announced:
“Just a moment ago, in a fellow countryman’s psychic energy bag, I finally found an important material that can perfect my summoning technique, and I only need to wait patiently for one more day! You will be able to establish a long-lasting connection with this world, thus no longer relying on my summoning to remain in this world nearly permanently!”
The little players didn’t react for a moment, but the faster-thinking Oooh Meow Brother and Pigeon Treasure immediately cheered.
“The active login function is opening up!”
Brother Whimpering Meow shouted to the others:
“Alpha Corporation’s wasteful development team has finally nailed the stress test for the test dedicated server! Shit, finally I don’t have to stand in front of my helmet every day waiting for the test notification.”
Hearing this, the other players immediately cheered as well, while the sneaky Badger approached Murphy and rubbed his hands together to whisper:
“We’d love to offer you our loyalty, but Lord Murphy, your grand plan clearly needs more warriors as good as us. I mean, I still have some absolutely dependable brothers in my world, or”
“I would love to summon a large army of my warriors as well.”
Murphy feigned a sigh as he said:
“Yet despite your help, I am still only a weak vampire summoner at this time, and I must first return to Cadman City to prepare for my Black Iron Body power trials. I can understand your eagerness to build your careers and serve the Grand Plan, but you must learn patience.”
“Understood, more testing slots won’t open until the next phase right?”
Badger snapped his fingers.
He got the news he wanted, while Murphy replied with the same expressionless face as a real NPC:
“I can’t understand what you’re saying, the colloquialisms of the other world are really profound.
Well, my warriors, I know you all feel joy at this news, and I am just as joyful, but I must now return you to your world first.
Once I have adjusted my summoning spells, we can make the journey back to Cadman City together.”
“Lord Murphy, you are smiling so happily at the mention of Cadman City, is there a lady waiting for you in the city?”
Brother Woo Meow boldly made a joke, only to be fiercely glared at by Murphy, reaching out and flicking his hand, Brother Woo Meow, who was full of bad jokes, dissolved into a point of light before everyone’s eyes.
“Shit, he can really force kick us offline! Is this GM mode?”
Spicy Goo Goo Chicken, who was standing beside Brother Woo Meow, suddenly let out a strange cry.
Although everyone knew that this was just a form of “offline” in the “game settings”, after all, the NPCs in this game were too intelligent, and getting along with them for a long time always gave people the feeling that they were “real people”. “The game’s NPCs are too intelligent.
“We’ll see you tomorrow, warriors.”
Murphy nodded his head in greeting to the small players with the elegant manners of a vampire, and in the next instant, ten rays of light faded in the night, also causing the temporary camp, which had been bustling just a moment ago, to fall silent all of a sudden.
As he looked around, he suddenly felt a bit lonely, like only one person was left to clean up the mess after HAPPY.
However, he quickly thought that he would soon embark on his return journey, and that he would be able to see Tris again after three days of traveling at most, and the loneliness in his heart was immediately filled with anticipation.
If Tris saw herself like this, she would be shocked, right?
“Murphy-sama!”
Maxim’s call snapped Murphy out of his imagination, and he turned around to see his loyal servant walking quickly to him:
“I helped Miriam pry open the crates of the transport’s goods, and she recognized those goods and demanded that I must ask you to come over immediately! She says they are very, very important and you must decide what to do with them at once!”
Hearing a hint of a question in Maxim’s serious tone, Murphy asked:
“What exactly are those things?”
“I don’t recognize those sophisticated machines.”
The blood servant relayed:
“But Miriam emphasized that those things could bring about our doom!”
Murphy was shocked at his words and immediately followed Maxim over.
The large carriage that was carrying the goods still maintained its overturned posture, but the box of goods that had been thrown out had already been opened, and Miriam was sitting on it with a sad face, and after seeing Murphy come over, she handed over the things in her hand.
The vampire felt heavy as he took it in his hands.
It was also the size of a pendant, but it was exquisitely made.
The silver-gray metal used for the pronged chassis and the square gemstones set into it made it look like a strange pendant, but the overall shape was unusually simple, with little to no extra embellishments or scratches to be seen.
The information from the patriarch clearly stated that this transport team was sending military supplies, that is to say, the “jewelry” in Murphy’s hand was by no means as simple as it appeared on the surface.
“This is?”
He pinched this thing and looked at Miriam in front of him.
The latter sighed and whispered:
“The third-generation psychic computing jewel developed by the halflings, a crystallized work of steam engineering, and it’s a proper military controlled item in Chardonnay Harbor.
Since the start of the Ten Years’ War this thing has not been allowed to be exported, and anyone who dares to take one out of the country will end up being crushed first and then asked questions later.
But there are at least 3,000 complete sets of the Pearls here, and if they were to be formed into an arithmetic matrix, they would be enough to arm an army.
Murphy.
Believe it or not, but we’re really in big trouble this time.”
(End of chapter)