Chapter 75 74 Loyalty and the Monster [1460

Chapter 75 74… Loyalty and Monsters [1460

(Extra for brother ‘Tiger Gate Smoke’ [4/5])
“Come!”

Above the dome of the city that had fallen covered in ashes, Lumina, who had already gone up to the top, dropped the shotgun in her hand rather arrogantly and made a provocative gesture to the vampire in front of her.

The latter was provoked almost instantly and lunged at her with his teeth bared, moving so fast that she couldn’t even catch it.

At this stage now, the individual strength of the small players still wasn’t quite enough compared to the servants of these patriarch’s personal guards, these guys were Black Iron rank even if they were weakened by the Daylight Potion, and they could crush the players in terms of attributes and absolute strength.

Alas, hanging again.

But pulling the crotch again this time is also much better than the last time when I fell to my death in embarrassment.

Thinking so, she simply closed her eyes and casually swung her sword, but the next second, three consecutive gunshots from mid-air made her open her eyes again, and she saw huge batwings falling from the sky.

The subsequent dashing and ethereal sliding assault pulled out a staggering shadow, allowing the scarlet stabbing sword to bite the opponent’s neck like a poisonous snake.

It was like an elegant and heart-stopping massacre.

In less than five seconds, the ferocious but weakened fellow collapsed in front of him, while Lady Adele, who had gathered her wings, brutally and incomparably gouged out her opponent’s heart by way of a sharp claw impalement execution.

The rare template originating from Murphy’s first embrace given to her made her far superior to ordinary fighters in the Black Iron rank, not to mention that the half-elven bloodline in her body endowed Mrs. Adele with a higher level of dark dexterity than ordinary vampires.

The vampire under her feet was reduced to a twisted stone statue in a near-death scream, and after this brutal execution of eternal silence, the lady pinched the beating scarlet heart and rose, glancing at Lumina, who was frozen in place, and shaking her head:
“You’ve got some practicing to do with this swordplay, Warrior, and if the Shadow Sword Bards of Clan Megawa saw what you just did, they’d laugh their asses off.”

“Wow, was that an Elven Sword Art just now? Comes with a flash so handsome?”

Longing surfaced in Lumina’s eyes.

But Mrs. Adele didn’t have time to talk to this “elf controller”, and started to gather her wings and leapt off the fire platform like a leap of faith.

This was her first catch.

It would take at least five to make a claim on Master Murphy.
Well, hopefully the dawn would come a little later so that she could fulfill her last wish before she became a Murphy’s Descendant for good.

The vampires in the House of Darkness would be getting their asses handed to them, not only getting shot down from the sky, but also getting circle-kicked by small players who had triggered their battle frenzy and were stuck in the house.

But that’s just scratching the surface.

The ones that could be stopped by the small players and the Cadmanian self-help army were the lower vampires, and the real upper vampires, namely the other six out of the seven Matriarch’s own guards, except for Jed, who was being pestered by Missy, had already run away.

These guys unlocked more racial powers at the silver level.

The increase they received in the darkness of the night was far stronger than that of individuals at the Black Iron rank, and in fact, as long as they were determined enough, the little player put up this front couldn’t hurt any of them at all.

But these guys were even more desperate for their lives when they were powerful.

Especially since they had just escaped from the hellish Blood Vulture Corridor and had become birds of prey, it was impossible to get them to go back and fight for their lives.

Decisively sell their heirs to give themselves time to leave safely, anyway, in the blood vulture corridor to transform those servants was originally intended to be used as cannon fodder.

There wouldn’t really be a vampire elder who would be willing to put himself in danger for the safety of his heirs, would there?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

However, their escape was anything but smooth.

Just after leaving the ruins of Cadman City and preparing to sneak into the survivors’ camp to eat some “snacks” to regain a little strength, a few guys just landed on the ground, when they were caught by a sudden outbreak of natural spiritual energy spells.

The forest and green woodland’s spiritual energy illusion spells covered the sky and pulled them into the witch hunters’ prearranged hunting illusions in an instant.

“The hunters have been waiting for a long time!”

Natalie, the captain of the hunters who was the temporary commander, interlocked her hands and unsheathed the two battle knives at her waist.

A wind-breaking sound was made in the movement of her wrists, while the other elite witch hunters hid within this woodland shaped by natural psychic illusions, which was supposed to be their home turf, and psychic illusions on such a large scale would only be used when hunting high-level vampires like the one in front of her.

“Kill out!”

The white-haired vampire who had flirted with Jade earlier waved her hideously sharp claws, and the three superior vampires beside her immediately rushed out in different directions.

She herself went straight for Natalie.

The gray-haired witch hunter in front of her was nothing more than a small scum of the Black Iron rank, but she really dared to talk big!

“Bang.”

A gunshot exploded from the woodland illusion behind Natalie, the flying searing deer bullets accommodating an entire area in front of her and causing the charging female vampire to dodge and deftly take several steps back, looking ahead in disbelief.

She then saw Major Fraser, dressed in the uniform of a Major of the Goldenrod Kingdom, coldly charging out of the illusion with a big stride.

He was also holding an ash-gold double-barreled trench gun that was obviously handcrafted by a master Dwarf, the atrocious weapon had two barrels as well as an axe-bladed bayonet, and the caliber of each was enough to stuff a baby’s fist into.

“Click.”

In a handsome gesture the Major cocked the deer cartridge, and, as Natalie looked on in amazement, he shrugged and said:

“I take exception to War Chief Finok’s insistence that bullets can’t deal with vampires, General Loren teaches us to rely on actual combat to get the answer to any question, so, sorry. Is it okay if I borrow your prey for a fire test?”

“Why are you in the hunting illusion?”

Natalie asked sternly:
“You’re a non-combatant!”

“Ah, you unfolded the illusion so suddenly that I wasn’t able to exit.”

Major Fraser said with a headache:
“Besides, I’m not the only one who got caught up in it by accident.”

“Swish.”

Seeing that the two guys in front of her actually chatted and didn’t take themselves too seriously, the white-haired female vampire pounced again with an ow.

This time the speed was even faster intending to finish off this bold human major faster than a bullet.

But.
“Bang.”

Another gunshot knocked her back again.

Natalie looked to her left this time, and an obscure Miss Miriam stepped out with her own scarlet hand cannon as well, the feisty Transylvanian girl not so congenial compared to Major Fraser’s poise.

She carried her gun and cursed:

“Can you assholes give a hint before unfolding a spell next time? I’m the real non-combatant alright!”
—
“Swish.”

Outside a deserted village a little distance away from Cadman City, Maxim, who was sitting in front of a carriage eating dry food, raised his head.

In the pre-dawn darkness there was a figure flying down at speed, closing its wings in an odd gesture as it landed, and then striding towards him.

“Maxim? Ah, my ‘monster’ brother, it’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other.”

The guy made a warm gesture and opened his arms as if he was meeting an old friend to send his greetings to Maxim, who also put down the dry food in his hands, stood up and pulled his face armor down, and said to the visitor in a raspy voice:

“Hello Arthur, it has indeed been a long time and congratulations on becoming the vampire of your dreams.”

“I’m just one step ahead of you, my loyalty and potential was seen by Lord Jed and given new life by my generous master in a time of crisis.

But don’t fret.

Have you not found a new master for yourself as well?

Though Lord Murphy is in the family’s good graces . Oh, but it doesn’t matter, he’s a good match for you.

Monster and trash .”

The tall vampire Arthur in front of him seemed to be well acquainted with Maxim, squeezing his eyebrows and recklessly making bad jokes.

He stood a few paces away from Maxim, and with scarlet eyes, he looked at his “brother” who seemed different from before, and then glanced at the carriage behind him.

He could sense that there was a weak vampire in the carriage.

That would be Mrs. Tris, whom Lord Jade had asked for by name. “It is good that you did bring her as the Lord ordered, Mark! I’m glad to see that you still maintain the loyalty you pride yourself on, Lord Jed will feel gratified by that and reward you.”

The vampire Arthur waved his hand and said to Maxim:

“You may leave, I’ll take over what comes next.”

“Is that Lord Jed’s order?”

Maxim asked.

The superfluous question made Arthur draw his mouth in irritation, and he held back the impatience in his heart as he said:

“Of course, didn’t I say you could go? You didn’t have so much to do before.”

Maxim surveyed the darkness around him.

It was the darkest hour before dawn, and it was also quiet around this deserted village, which was really perfect by the standards of a catacomb, and his fingers twitched as he said:

“Are you here alone? Where are the others?”

“It’s none of your business! Mark, do as you’re told and go.”

Arthur, no longer willing to waste time talking to his good brother, who used to be “just as bad” as he was, crossed over to Maxim and walked towards Mrs. Tris’s carriage.

Behind him, Maxim gently gripped the swift sword called “Ambition and Dream” at his waist, and he said in a mute voice:

“Arthur, do you remember this place?”

“Here?”

The vampire Arthur looked around, and he replied with great impatience:

“Isn’t this just an abandoned, run-down village? Places like this were everywhere in the Ten Years’ War, so what are you getting at?”

“I see you’ve forgotten, what a shame.”

The sharp blade was slowly sheathed.

The blade emitting a green shimmer rubbed against the edge of the scabbard with a sound like some kind of strange whistling.

Behind the vampire, Maxim moved his shoulders and whispered:

“This is where we were both born, grew up together, wandered together, were adopted by Lord Jed, became blood servants together, and thought about the future together in a dimly lit shack.

They called me ‘Monster’ and they called you ‘Hercules’.

Those are as far away as a lifetime ago, aren’t they? Arthur.”

“Mark! Take your weapon back!”

The vampire had realized something wasn’t quite right.

He gripped his swift sword of the same style at his waist and turned to Maxim, who had assumed the Blood Wyvern Swordsmanship starting stance:

“Don’t be stupid!”

To this final warning, Maxim responded.
Charge!

“Clang.”

The two razor-sharp blades clashed together almost in the next instant.

Maxim’s charge was easily blocked by the vampire Arthur, who was known for his brute strength before he received his first embrace, and after becoming a vampire he was obviously strengthened a lot on the strength level.

The two men’s weapons clashed with such force that sparks flew along the blades, standing almost face to face outside of this deserted village.

Time seemed to pause at this moment, the scarlet eyes stared at the face armor in front of him that blocked his expression, but he could still see the pair of disappointed eyes that seemed to be burning with fire in the gap.

“You tampered with the draw, didn’t you?”

Maxim said dumbly:
“You were supposed to be the one who brought the eight blood slaves to support Lord Murphy, you knew that in Jed’s eyes us bottom blood servants didn’t count as people at all, you knew the outcome of that trip
But you still chose to push me out!”

What responded to him was a moment of silence and a sudden surge of murderous intent.

With a forward thrust of the vampire Arthur’s arm, Maxim was pushed out of the way, and he then shifted his stance to regain his footing, the tip of his sword slung low and downward.

“Is it bad to be alive?”

The blood wings on Arthur’s back unfolded and closed, and in the increasingly cold sound of the wind, a few clumps of tumbleweed crossed at the feet of the two men as if no one else was there, and Arthur, who was already a true vampire, spoke in a hushed voice:
“Why dwell on things that make people unhappy? Do you know that I was really happy to see you come back alive, my monster brother.”

“No, I don’t blame you.”

Maxim stepped forward to attack again.

The Blood Vulture Sword Art, which had already broken through to the Master level in a series of bloody battles of combat, flashed a deadly edge in the darkness of the night, but it was not fatal to the vampire.

After all, that was only the basic sword art, and at this time, still under the reinforcement of the night, although Arthur was only a “vampire baby” that was just born seven days ago, he relied on his instincts to easily deal with Maxim’s incoming sword after sword.

“I even have you to thank for that! It is for this stab in the back of your ‘monster’ brother that you seem to have made us both find what we crave.

You have Jed’s admiration.

And I have found a lord truly worthy of my allegiance, allowing the loyalty I have nowhere else to give to be filled with value.”

Maxim’s voice grew louder, his offense more urgent.

Arthur, who was opposite to him, remained silent until he finished shouting what was on his mind, and then he suddenly rose up and stabbed Maxim’s shoulder with a sword that broke through Maxim’s sword blockade, seemingly intending to stop Maxim’s “suicidal action” with this sword.

However, this inevitable sword was dodged by Maxim with a strange sliding step, and in the next instant like a flash of side attack, the whistling blade of the sword to pick open Arthur’s helmet, so that the exquisite scarlet helmet flying out of the whirlwind and crashed to the ground.

Together with it flew out a strand of hair and a few drops of blood belonging to the vampire.

“I really don’t blame you, brother.”

Maxim retracted his sword style.

Holding his sword flat in one hand in front of him as Arthur watched in shock, the first rays of morning light slowly emerged behind him while the still-cold wind whistled through both men’s gauntlets and hair.

“There is no personal vendetta involved in this battle, simply that you must fulfill Jed’s orders and I must serve my lord with loyalty. Nothing more.”

The loyal servant pushed back his faceplate and spoke in a hushed voice:

“Arthur, only one of the two of us brothers will make it out alive, please, please be serious!”

“You monster!”

The vampire realized he had fallen into Maxim’s trap the moment he saw the morning light emerge; the man had been stalling for time with strange language so that he could cancel out his advantage in the darkness.

Arthur felt cheated, clearly Maxim hadn’t been this resourceful and cunning before!

It seemed that he wasn’t the only one who had gotten a metamorphosis in the past seven days.

And the anger stemming from within perhaps mixed with a bit of guilt and mortification when his little trick was revealed, made him finally stop being merciful.

Raising his sword to attack with the more dangerous Grave Sword Guard technique, he was confident that he could kill Maxim here with this set of swordplay taught by Lord Jed himself, however, the five consecutive missed swords made the uncertainty in Arthur’s heart more and more real, and in the next instant, Maxim was poked into his left shoulder with a sword from the same stance, but with a clearly more skillful Grave Sword Guard swordplay.

The blade slid and blood spattered.

“You! How did you .”

“This, Lord Murphy taught me! He valued me and nurtured me to the best of his ability, not only giving me hope but teaching me wisdom . My lord is far more generous than that ass Jed, as I said, Arthur.

Be serious! My brother.

Or else.
you will die!”

(End of chapter)