468.Chapter 466 465 Treading Out a Line of Ashes in a Realm Where No One Before Us Has Gone Before

Chapter 466 465.Treading a Path of Ashes in a Realm Where No One Before Us Has Yet Arrived

Three days passed by in a flash, and in the evening on the Maginot line, Happy Stick was warming up in preparation for the cool maneuvers of high-speed flying and dive bomb dropping that were about to take place next.

Not far behind him, the thirty-year-old Smokey, who will be the “bombing guide” tonight, is explaining the operation to the vampire players who have gathered here.

Surrounded by a circle of vampire NPCs under the command of the Phantom Intelligence Bureau, Mrs. Adele didn’t appear here, but her heir, Dana, was listening very attentively.

Although the Blood Vulture Clan had already favored absorbing players to form the backbone of the clan, it was impossible to have only players in a gaming force, not to mention, just the tedious diplomatic matters of dealing with vampires from other clans was something that players simply couldn’t handle.

Even if you let the real RP party come over, just learning those ancient rituals and taboos of various clans that have been passed down for thousands of years will probably drive them crazy.

This kind of thing still needs to be done by the locals.

Therefore, after the reconstruction of the Blood Vulture Clan, although it was carried out very secretly, the members of the Blood Vulture Clan were still steadily increasing, and currently there were nearly a hundred people who had become vampires under Archduke Tris’s command, and each and every one of them was handpicked.

Most come from bloodservants who are fanatical to the point of being incorrigible, and every one of them is subjected to a rigorous investigation of their origins by the Phantom Intelligence Bureau before receiving their first embrace.

It was a dual order from Tris and Murphy that kept Adele from slacking off.

However, the danger of this night’s operation was there, so Smoke Sang did not arrange for these NPCs to also join in the dive-dropping bombardment, merely arranging for them to do escort work.

This was also an important part.

Tonight’s bombardment started from the Maginot defense line, to skim all the way through the north, south, and finally ended at the western direction of the camp, no rest in the middle of the way to ensure that the bombardment is completed as fast as possible, in order to achieve the purpose of destroying the Jackal’s second and third layer of defense in one fell swoop.

To be ashamed to say, despite the fact that Brother Stick and other guild leaders have given this night’s battle a very middle-aged name called the “Path of Ashes” strategy, the number of “Li Mei Happy Bombs” they currently have in their hands is still very insufficient.

After all, the workers of Loyalist’s arsenal had been beating the screws out of smoke, but they still couldn’t meet the number of bombs needed for this operation.

Only two hundred incendiary bombs could be used, not even enough for a second bombing run. And that was only after Mrs. Tris and Missy, as well as all of their alchemist apprentices, had worked tirelessly to create the incendiary bombs.

“But the good news is that although the quantity is low, the quality is high!”

Smoke-San, who had WWII pilot goggles on his head, played with a dwarven pipe and stood sensuously next to his beloved wind vulture.

He exhaled a smoke ring smugly:

“The Li’l Merry bombs used for the bombardment tonight were spiked with gold-fired catalysts, which used up all the gold-fired stockpiles that Madame Tris had on hand, enough to ensure that this thing would blow up a whole lot of people as soon as it was dropped!

And the Thorn Clan’s nightwalkers haven’t been touching the fish in recent times, they’ve marked out the most bomb-worthy areas for us.

While there’s certainly no way to burn all the skeleton armies in the swamp, it’s enough to tear open gaps on all three fronts for us, and if all goes well, we’ll all be able to gather outside of Plague Town the day after tomorrow for the big event.”

“But blowing up those guys won’t kill them it’ll just spread the out of control undead army throughout the swamp.”

Sister Pomegranate said as she did her pre-flight warm-up:

“In the long run, these guys roaming around will still make the swamp a crisis ah, we are not afraid, but in the future, this road is going to lead to the Dark Mountain Range. Always walking around and a bunch of undead jump out to hijack the road, who can stand that?”

“Sister Pomegranate ah, your question is really pointless.”

The nearby Cuckoo Chicken who was trying to move the aerial bomb beside her skimmed her lips:
“You’ve said that this road leads to the Dark Mountain Range in the future, who in the entire continent doesn’t know about the ‘good reputation’ of that damn place? Who in their right mind would have nothing better to do than walk there?

Those who dare to set foot on this road are either warriors who dare to fight the jackals to the death, or merchants with evil intentions who plan to use this road to do some illegal business.

The only thing both had in common was that they weren’t afraid of the undead that jumped out randomly.

That said, do you really expect to build this road into a ‘tourist attraction’ in Transylvania?”

“That being said, it seems I was overthinking it.”

Sister Pomegranate nodded and said no more.

The Filthy Swamp was originally a haunted place, as Cuckoo Chicken had said, the locals wouldn’t go near this place even if they had a little bit of brains, as for what it would develop into in the future wasn’t something she needed to worry about.

Little Vikrama, on the other hand, was more open-minded in this regard.

While looking sadly at the thick and large aerial bomb on the ground, she said:

“The skeletons in the swamp have Hogg to worry about, that guy has long had his eye on this piece of wind and water of the filthy swamp, in the eyes of humans, this is a ghost place, but the jackals simply love the environment of the swamp to death.

Blood claw clan to move here not only can let the territory expansion, and the environment of the swamp enough for them to raise more people, although the migration to this means that once the front line of the war does not go well, Hogg will have to face the pressure of the dark mountain jackals, but I guess, that guy is probably already prepared for it.

It wants to lead its clan to become a true descendant of the King of Biting Bones, and it will have to pay blood and tears for it.

Alas, the aerial bomb is too heavy!

I can’t even carry it with my small physique! What should I do?”

Little Vikrama tried several times, but was unable to carry the heavy aerial bomb on her back.

Because of Transylvania’s lack of true air knights, tonight’s bomb drop would have to be a death dive with the vampires carrying the thing on their backs, and Little Vikrama’s inability to carry the aerial bomb meant that she was going to miss out on the interesting bombing.

Which was very disappointing to her.

“Geez, don’t be a crybaby, come on, come on, your Uncle Loyal has made a smaller version of the aerial bomb especially for you.”

Smokey Sang came over and said with a big grin:
“Look, over there a few are, absolutely fit your small body, that thing is not only incendiary bomb also indicate the function of the direction, so a moment you have to play the front.

You’ll have to be the first to drop a bomb with me in order to keep the brothers who follow from dropping their aerial bombs on their grandmothers.”

“Yeah!”

Little Vikrama excitedly flew up and spun around in place, but soon she reacted and exasperatedly hugged her arms again and said:
“I feel the full malice from Uncle Loyalty, why do I have to carry the smaller one? Isn’t there a white phosphorus bomb? I’ll carry that one!

That one is light.”

“Uh, it’s not like you have to try it.”

Badger said with a bad taste in his mouth:
“But I’ve heard that Brother Loyalty is not very good at making white phosphorus bombs, and there’s a certain chance that they’ll blow up for no reason on impact or simply without impact.

I don’t think you’ve ever seen the horrific scene of white phosphorus bombs sticking to the body and burning, and before that Master Qin used that thing to burn to death a lot of skeletons.

Gee, I feel scared even looking at it.

If your delicate skin accidentally gets on it, we’ll have to find a way to scoop you out of the wreckage with a spoon.”

“Don’t be fucking scary, I’ll become light when I die, where do I need you guys to dig with a spoon?”

Little Vikrama scowled at the shock.

She knew that this was Badger’s deliberate attempt to play up the fear, but she was still a little freaked out after all as a girl, and in the end she obediently carried the special small aerial bomb on her back under Stick’s command, and stood in a loose flying formation with the other fully-loaded vampires again.

At this time, this scene is very “awesome”.

At present, the game’s more than two hundred vampire players are all here, everyone according to the size of the arranged in many rows.

Ten people in each row were wearing leather jackets for insulation and flight goggles, like pilots ready to go out to war, but each person had their “attack weapon” for the night securely tied behind their backs with a special belt.

The large, thick, black incendiary or white phosphorus shells reflecting the shadowy light of the evening night, with the “Gear Skull” logo of the First National Arsenal of Transylvania shining brightly on them, foretelling their unspecified purpose.

Some of the more flamboyant ones, like Che Che and Badger, used their kindergarten bully drawing skills to paint strange things on their bombs.

Pigeon Treasure’s bomb had a sentence written on it in crooked Transylvanian:

“Master Chin, the concierge, invites you to hot pot.”

Uh, malicious in every way.

Loyalist had adjusted the weight of the bombs so that they could be carried by the vampires, but the explosives and flammables that filled them were still not too light to ensure the effectiveness of the bombing.

Fortunately, every vampire was at the black iron rank, although it was heavy after carrying it on their backs it wasn’t so heavy that they couldn’t fly.

But the vampire’s racial gift in the end is not “heavy bomber”, their pair of blood wings in the birth of their not for them to use to carry heavy aerial bombs, so after carrying this thing on the back, even the strongest bull’s flying speed will be reduced to only one-third of the original degree.

If the jackal warlocks seized the opportunity to deliver a Flame Strike or a wide-range No-Air Retardation, this bombardment brigade would probably be wiped out tonight.

However, everyone who was able to come here knew the risks of tonight’s battle, and everyone was fearless, even the expressions on their faces could be described as overly perverted excitement, almost as if a serial killer had found a victim and was eager to try.

The analogy was more or less apocryphal, as there was no way a normal person would be able to laugh under these circumstances. “Brothers! More words to come.”

Smokey Sang, who was acting as a bombing guide, rolled over and mounted his own Loyal Wind Wyvern, which was also mounted with smaller aerial bombs, and he pulled his goggles downward as he exclaimed:
“May we all have a banner night! May our defenses never fall! May Transylvania’s martial fortunes prosper! May the Fates favor us tonight.”

“Hey, that’s a very un-vampiric declaration.”

Little Vikkiame in the first row put cool windshield goggles over her eyes as she shouted with her arms crossed:

“You should be praying for the Mother of Midnight to bless us with a safe return!”

The crowd burst into laughter, while the NPC vampires acting as escorts next to them nodded their heads repeatedly with a look of approval.

Even though everyone knew that vampires didn’t have a deity of their own, such a large-scale and important operation should indeed say something auspicious.

“Then, may the Mother of Midnight bless us.”

Murphy, who was disguised as an ordinary vampire, hid at the very back of the crowd and spoke in a pretentious manner.

He was also carrying a large aerial bomb on his back, and three others in his special psychic bag.

As he said, he wouldn’t want to miss out on the big show tonight, bringing a group of undead spirits from the Otherworld across hundreds of kilometers under midnight, summoning otherworldly fires to burn out evil spirits to lay down the odds .
Listen to it!
You taste it, how exciting it is! What normal administrator could resist this temptation?

“Let’s go!”

Smoke Sang gave a final light count of the number of people.

He was surprised to find that there seemed to be a few more people than when he set out, but this was no longer the time to talk about that.

The scheduled time had come and gone, and Smoke Sang was the first to take off in his Wind Wyvern.

As the only pilot among all the players who had experience in real-life “bomb-dropping”, he was the front-runner of tonight’s flying squadron.

Of course, Smokey’s so-called “bomb-dropping experience” refers to his experience when he flew a special airplane to spread pesticides in the Great Northwest, although compared with bomb-dropping there is a hint of coolness and heroism, but the two operation ideas are at least the same.

Both have to count the advance, both have to dive, both have to maintain smoothness.

Doesn’t that round up to a professional “bomber pilot”?

“The road ahead is clear! No stars or moon tonight! I wish you all the best of luck!”

The brothers of the Tiger and Leopard Riders on the ground shouted in unison, and then amidst the whistling winds brought up by hundreds of vampires flapping their wings at the same time, rows and rows of vampire bombardiers took off one after another, and the team of Brother Woo Meow, who possessed flying mounts, had already waited over the swamp and scouted out the bombing target site in advance for them.

“Crap! I didn’t feel it just now when I was standing on the ground, but this flying with aerial bombs on my back is really tiring.”

A few minutes after lifting off, Che Che’s complaints rang out in the blackened “flying squadron”, but before he could complain for a few moments, he was reprimanded by the gym student next to him who caught him in the act:

“Shut up! This is a military mission, you kid serious, if something goes wrong you will be court-martialed.”

“Ch, you think I will be afraid? Military court? How many divisions does it have?”

Che Che rolled his eyes, but he didn’t continue complaining after all.

As one of the first veteran players to enter the game, he knew that he maintained his decency even if he had a hard time.

Che Che was already considered good, he had been immersed in the Black Iron rank for a long time, and although he was a psychic and was always spouting off about that Potential Release Bar being stuck at 30%, in reality, a vampire like Che Che was already part of the qualified family elites in Murphy’s eyes.

Although they were inferior to NPC vampires in terms of attributes, they relied on their style of not being afraid of death and good at summarizing their strengths, so that their actual combat power would not be much worse than that of a vampire of the Black Iron rank.

“About to enter the enemy occupied zone on the northern front! There are still seven minutes to go before the first bombing zone, the first coalition is ready to drop bombs!”

Smoke Sang’s low voice echoed in the makeshift team frame as he commanded:
“In a moment after the formation change all follow me, maintain a distance of about 500 meters from me, after the guide incendiary bomb I dropped lights up on the ground, all of you maintain an even speed and count to five seconds silently then dive and drop the bomb around the guide bomb!
This is the first time you’ve done this, so you won’t be able to shoot accurately.

We’re looking for range.

One last reminder!
The safe altitude for the explosion of a gold-fired incendiary bomb is around 150 meters, climb immediately after completing the drop! Is that clear?”

“Understood!”

The response of all the players resounded under the dark night, while Murphy, who was following at the end, easily and happily carried the aerial bombs and surveyed left and right, just thirty seconds before he was about to arrive at the bombing zone, Murphy suddenly discovered a sneaky guy also hiding in the crowd.

“!!!”

The vampire lord leaned over and exclaimed after carefully recognizing him:

“Little Sherron? What are you doing here?”

“Murphy?”

Countess Siko, who was called out by name, was also startled.

She was maintaining her Transformation Illusion to mold herself into a plain vampire image at this time, and she looked at Murphy, who had also made a disguise, in surprise and said:
“I just ran to support them . What about you? Why are you here?”

“Came to back up just like you.”

The vampire lord said in a long drawn out voice:

“If you’re watching, why are you hiding?”

“Ch.”

The little Count of Sheridan bristled, adamantly refusing to admit that he had become a certified funster under the lure of the little players.

She moved her shoulders a bit, and looking ahead at Smoke Sang, who had begun to dive, and the first group of Vampire Bombardiers, who were similarly lowering their altitude right behind her, she reached up and straightened her goggles, saying:

“I just wanted to see how destructive something I made with my own hands could be, that’s all.”

“Okay, okay.”

Murphy shrugged, descending through the air with great ease as he searched the ground for targets:

“Why don’t we grab a few necromancers back while we’re at it?”

“Huh?”

Little Sherron looked at Murphy, then heard the vampire lord explain:

“I heard earlier that my warriors almost captured General Baldwin’s ancestor who has been dead for over three hundred years, and it made me realize that there might actually be some rather ‘valuable’ targets among the undead whose peace has been disturbed by the jackal warlocks.

We can definitely take Plague Town, but what to do with these status-sensitive fellows is what we have to start thinking about now.

Let’s grab a few necromancers and go back to torture them first, and ideally come up with a list of names.”

“Hmm, good idea.”

Little Sheridan began the standard death airborne as well.

As she descended from nearly a thousand meters all the way down to a few hundred meters, head down she twisted the latch around her waist, at this altitude she could even see that the necromancer below had raised his cane towards her, however the aerial bombs behind her were loosened to accelerate in kinetic energy buildup and the call of Mother Earth, blasting down with a shrill and unearthly whine into the dark earth below that had begun to blossom into a blaze of flames.

Beside her, Murphy completed his dive-bombing with equal precision and perfection.

But the target he chose was more valuable, he saw the necromancers trying to teleport out and the Hades Knights charging around in the lit positions of the skeleton army below, and he sent his “gift” out as well.

“Boom!”

A massive tremor brought forth a blinding fireball of explosions that swept everything in Murphy’s eyes into flames as death whistled through the restless night around them.

In the illuminated sky he could hear the wild cries and ghostly whines of the small players, like a horde of demons from a foreign land dancing on top of the ignited ruins.

So Murphy laughed too.

He looked down at this swamp below that no one had ever conquered, and he said:
“So, O Filthy Swamp, welcome to the Transylvanian Family Bucket! For my invitation, if you don’t answer I’ll take it as your default.

Hmph, serve Lord Murphy’s great cause honestly, and one day .
You too will become the land of legends.”

(End of chapter)