My players are so fierce

Chapter 102 101. When you stand in front of the gate of hell.【4160】

The Old Knight clearly falls into the traditional "Riddler" category.

He always hates half-talking. Maybe he feels that Murphy cannot deal with the threats he has not said. Maybe he feels that he trusts the "Scarlet Witch" he has faced more than Murphy, who has a promising future. of power.

Murphy wanted to know more, but he also knew very well that if Old Finock didn't want to say anything, he couldn't pry the other person's mouth open. The contrast of power seemed so helpless in this situation.

Using the same method as before, the old knight quickly opened the thick wall of the Blood Eagle Corridor above the secret passage waterfall, and opened a door from the secret passage leading to the depths of the corridor.

The two of them jumped out and fell into the magnificent corridor. Murphy opened the map in his hand and observed the surrounding configuration, and said to the alert old knight:

"Perfect raid! This is the servant dormitory, only the last corridor away from the Blood Vulture Temple where the Holy Blood Pool is located. From here we can open the currently blocked central area, allowing your subordinates to get here faster. .

Or we can scout forward and confirm Sarokdar's location. "

"People on both sides of us are resting in the second hall at this time, and it will take time to regain combat effectiveness."

The old knight calculated the time in his mind and said to Murphy:

"It takes at least eight hours of rest to restore them to full strength! They also need to replenish the various combat items they carry. Witch hunters are just tough and tenacious, not tireless. Your alien summons will also take some time to recover. Reconnecting to the physical world, right?”

"Well, they're going to take a little longer."

Murphy took out his pocket watch and calculated the time difference between the two sides, and concluded:

"Almost ten hours later."

"Then the two of us have to find a way to clear a path for them. I hope you have eaten enough just now, because the next consumption may be a bit heavy, especially for you now."

The old knight squinted his eyes and looked at the corridor leading to the Blood Vulture Temple in front of him, feeling strong uneasiness in his heart.

It's all so quiet before my eyes!

He believed that even if Sarokdar really went crazy like other vampires whose minds were invaded by astral spiritual energy, he would not be completely indifferent to the current situation.

The army of witch hunters and players has cleared a third of the corridor. No matter how crazy he is, he should have responded. However, the Blood Vulture Archduke is still as stable as a mountain and has not even shown up. Either the madman plans to capture him without mercy, or he is He is planning some evil things that can destroy the invaders instantly.

"I'll help you!"

Old Finnock grabbed the one-handed hammer and kite shield, and said to Murphy:

"There aren't many vampire guards ahead. Clean them up and meet in front of the church. If you can't beat them, go back. I'll take over the right side after I clear the left side."

"Who are you looking down on? You old man with family problems."

Murphy curled his lips, held the sword in his right hand, shook hands, and stepped out first while holding the hunting crossbow.

It's not like he stood up for the sake of face.

The main reason is that the vampires in this corridor are all driven crazy by the astral spiritual energy and are in a weird original weakness. It can be seen from the state of Jade who escaped before that something terrible happened here.

Therefore, for Murphy now, these high-level vampires are no longer insurmountable enemies. He just needs to light up the [Certificate of Warrior] in the achievement system.

"Hey, use this! Be careful not to get it on your fingers. I didn't bring an antidote."

The old knight stopped Murphy, waved and threw him two bottles of green sword oil.

Murphy took it in his hand and glanced at it, and the information label popped up:

Name: Lord of White Oak's Arms and Supplies·Vampire Killer

Efficacy: Applying it to the weapon can temporarily give the weapon the effects of [Holy Power] and [Natural Edge]. The ointment contains alchemical medicine that is specially designed to attack vampires. When it comes into contact with vampire blood, it will also be given the [Purifying Ignition] effect. .

This item is highly toxic, please do not take it orally!

Each application of this item lasts for 120 minutes.

Requirements: This item uses a large amount of high-level alchemical substance combinations, which will cause serious corrosion to weapons. Therefore, it can only be used for weapons of commander-level or above. Low-level weapons will cause irreversible damage after use.

Producer: Finnock Lawson

Item Description:

[Witch hunters will use all feasible means when fighting evil spirits, and the outstanding research in the field of alchemy from the Church of Avalon can often make them even more powerful. 】

"Thanks."

Murphy was not polite, unscrewed the bottle cap, dipped his handkerchief in the thick green ointment, and smeared it on the Blade of Desire Clan, making the elder sword used by Tris quickly turn green.

He also soaked the arrows used by the hunting crossbow in it very thiefly. After being fully prepared, he stepped into the deep corridor on the right. At the same time, the screams of the vampires were heard from the left.

Although this old man is a Riddler, he is really powerful! Killing these weak vampires in front of you is no more difficult than killing a chicken.

Murphy took a deep breath and stepped into the corridor.

There were two emaciated black figures rushing towards him. They opened their blood in the darkness to reveal the true nature of the ugly and twisted vampires. However, their miserable appearance of skin and bones and their skeleton-like faces represented the inner strength of these guys. Almost all the blood was drawn clean.

Just like how they feasted on "food", it was like there was a monster feeding on the blood of vampires deep in the corridor.

"boom"

Murphy's huge and strong blood wings spread like shields and closed in front of him, allowing the four incoming blood claws to flap on the wings to block the attack. Then the wings flapped outward to push the attacker away, and then " "Death Grip" grabbed one of them by the leg and pulled him back.

"puff"

The dark steps slid forward, and the green blade pierced the heart of his kind.

The Death Blade shows no mercy, as if the person in front of him is not a compatriot but an enemy.

As Murphy pulled out the blade, the crazy vampire who fell to the ground screamed as if he had been thrown into a fire. Balls of blue-green purifying flames jumped out from his wounds, causing him to twitch and curl up in pain and was crushed by the indifferent Mo Mo. Fei held the sword and pressed down.

The sharp blade pierced the eye socket, easily ending this miserable midnight life, and also gave Murphy a wizened vampire heart.

This is a garbage thing that has been contaminated by filthy spiritual energy and has its essence extracted. No vampire with style will suck this thing up. But on the other hand, this thing is neither good nor bad, so give it to Murphy's giant astral wolf. It's just right for dog food.

"Ouch!"

The giant astral wolf jumped out of the scattered starlight next to it, bit into the vampire heart, chewed it a few times, and then swallowed it. It was clear from the sharp teeth that it liked the taste of blood food.

However, after single-handedly challenging this family elite, no achievement popped up.

Murphy frowned, but he soon felt relieved. The "family elites" who were so weak that they could be killed by one of his combos could hardly be called real elites.

If you want to light up the "Certificate of Warriors" achievement, you probably have to pick at least three opponents like Jade and kill them to complete it.

Speaking of which, there should be a few captains of the clan leader's bodyguard like Jed here, right?

Murphy thought so, as the blood wings suddenly unfolded behind his back and killed the enemy in the dark depths like lightning. He had a strong hunch that after clearing the corridor in front of him, his Tomb Sword Guard swordsmanship should be able to Upgraded to "Mastery", the character level is estimated to be increased to 12-13.

Upgrading after Black Iron Body is really difficult, but after mastering the correct upgrading method, this kind of thing becomes easier. The only regret is that the levels of this "game" have no meaning except to look good.

Only when you go through the strength trial of level 10 and level 1 can you get a real improvement in strength.

Murphy has long realized that the accumulation of combat experience and the honing of skills are also a very important part of personal strength, and can even be said to be more important than the improvement of strength itself.

"Duh duh duh"

The crossbow arrows pierced from the shadow made Murphy, who was hunting his crazy compatriots, jump and close his wings. Then, as expected, he was pierced by the sharp arrows. Fortunately, the blood wings were not physically torn apart and did not feel pain. It was just the need for psychic reshaping that caused him to temporarily lose his ability to fly.

The vampire reacted quickly. After realizing that the dangerous killer was hiding around him, he immediately retreated into the shadows with the giant astral wolf, letting his breath gather while carefully observing the surroundings.

He saw a strange-looking vampire striding out from the depths of the passage, escorted by four crazy and skinny companions.

This guy is several times fatter than a well-proportioned and slender vampire, with his obvious general belly holding up his luxurious robe, like a fat vampire who is ten months pregnant? It’s really strange among vampires where “appearance anxiety” is common!

And this guy's dress is even more luxurious. He wears several rings on his fat fingers. He is full of jewels. There is also a small crown decorated with scarlet on his short head.

It's almost like a walking treasure shelf.

This fat vampire is holding a scarlet crossbow in his hand, which is not the low-level product Murphy is using now.

The delicate thing decorated with the wings of a night bat has an encapsulated body that can hear the operation of the gears coming out of it, allowing it to fire continuously without having to wind it up.

The three crossbow arrows that almost pierced his head just now were shot by this guy.

However, this guy is also crazy like other vampires. He walks with a swaying posture and is completely devoid of proper dignity. Moreover, there is a bunch of keys hanging on his belt, which make a jingling sound when walking.

Just like the collar bell on a cat's neck, it reminds the mouse hiding in the dark that danger is coming.

Murphy narrowed his eyes and threw a scope survey in front of him, and the message jumped out:

Name: Zuckerberg "Scrooge" LeSembra

Rank: Silver Body·Blood Source Weakness (all attributes reduced by 30%)

Status: confused thinking, out of control, pampered, slow to react, adhering to duties

Occupation: Level 13 Midnight Hunter/Level 15 Treasure House Guard/Accounting and Loan Sharing Specialization

Carry special items: Blood Vulture Secret Treasure House Seal

Rating: Dangerous

Character description:

[As the administrator of the Blood Vulture Family’s secret treasure trove and the patriarch’s most trusted accountant, Zuckerberg has increased the Blood Vulture Family’s wealth fivefold in a hundred years, and his own small treasury has doubled in the process. A full fourteen times.

Of course, it’s hard to say that Zuckerberg is a bastard because of this. After all, his reputation in the Cadman City loan sharking circle is still very good.

For those who cannot repay their debts, he will never kill them, but will only send them to the mines of the sinful dwarves in the Dark Mountains to work to death in order to squeeze out the last bit of profit.

This vampire lord is not interested in the physical act of sucking human blood.

He is obviously a high-class vampire who has escaped from low-level tastes, and can even be barely called a qualified capitalist. 】

"You are the one!"

Murphy's eyes lit up.

It seems that the two achievements of Elite Certificate and Treasure Stealing Goblin can be completed at the same time, but there is a price to pay.

He had almost no hesitation. The moment his reconnaissance skills were sensed by the opponent and the scarlet hand crossbow was raised, Murphy rushed into Zuckerberg's side with three consecutive assault steps. The tomb badge on his wrist was at full strength at this moment. excitation.

Group·Death Grip Release!

The cold death spirit grabbed five crazy vampires, including Zuckerberg, from the ground at the same time, cut off the legs of the two skinny guards in a very fast assault, and then executed them with blood claws. The heart of the third weak vampire, the giant astral wolf also pounced on one of the captured targets and bit wildly, biting most of the latter's neck open.

After this set of combos, Murphy retreated without hesitation.

He accurately calculated the remaining amount of death energy in the tomb badge, and he could conduct two such attacks to make him more confident.

The Zuckerberg in front of him was obviously a vampire who was good at long-range attacks. His awkward reaction in close combat made Murphy confident that he could defeat him.

Hey, isn’t that what capitalists are like?

To say that they bully the weak and fear the strong is flattering them, not to mention that he has a loyal dog helping him!

But what does this mean?

Starting with a dog, does all the equipment depend on picking up?

Fifteen minutes later, when the old knight rushed to the left corridor with a hammer and shield, he saw Murphy humming a weird song with his hands behind his back under the protection of four resentful spirits. He came from a mysterious building that was closing next to him. Get out of things.

There was a scarlet night bat hand crossbow hanging on his waist, and an exquisite seal was thrown up and down in his hand. The giant star wolf under his feet had a luxurious blood-colored spiked collar on its neck. It looked like he was a high-level man. Psychic items.

In the shadows not far behind him, a faded stone statue of a unique fat vampire still maintained his posture of begging for mercy before his death, but the cruel wound on his heart represented Murphy's merciless execution of him.

Soon, the four resentful spirits evoked by the professional power of the tomb sword guards disappeared into the cold air as the battle ended.

"You seem to be in a good mood. Did something good happen to you?"

The old knight asked, and Murphy pointed to the closed door of the secret treasure house behind him and said:

"I found the family treasury of the Blood Eagle Clan. There are a lot of good things in it. How about giving it to you? One-fifth! No more."

"Money and treasure are of no use to me."

The old knight shook his head and said:

"Now that this place has been cleared, it's time to move forward. However, I underestimated you, and your people also underestimated you. Murphy, your elder Tris knows that you have hidden more than most of your compatriots. The power?"

"No, in her eyes I am just a lucky but weak member of the fringe of the family."

Murphy shrugged and said in a mysterious and relaxed tone:

"I haven't told her this yet. I'm afraid of scaring her. She is very fragile now and should be well protected without adding more burdens. Therefore, I can even share more treasures with you. Please help me keep this secret."

The old knight ignored the vampire joke.

He turned around and walked quickly towards the door at the end of the corridor. Pushing it open, he could enter the location of the Blood Vulture Sacred Pond. He and Murphy grabbed the edges of the heavy door on the left and right, and opened a gap while pulling hard.

The next second, a terrifying and frantic spiritual energy surged out from it.

It was not the astral psychic power they expected!

Far from it!

That is an ancient breath that is ten times more wild and chaotic than the spiritual energy of the astral world!

The face of the old knight who was exposed to the wind of the spiritual world changed drastically. The oak armor on his body flashed with colorful psychic protection like an LED marquee. Murphy, who had no protection, was even worse. His whole body seemed to be hit hard. After being hit by the hammer, he groaned and fell to the ground with a dull breath.

The giant wolf in the astral realm was even worse, and was expelled back to the star realm with a roar.

It's not dead.

But the psychic energy in front of him banished it!

"boom"

Old Finock closed the door with all his strength, so that the damn crazy breath that made him feel frightened would not continue to flow out.

He leaned against the door and panted, shaking his head constantly. He even reached out and slapped his helmet to try to wake himself up from the entanglement of phantom sounds and illusions. The light spots on the sacred oak armor on his body also gradually dimmed, seeming to represent The danger has just passed.

In this dead corridor, amidst the heavy breathing of the two men, Murphy rubbed his head that was so painful that it was about to explode, and raised his head to look at the old knight.

He asked:

"Then what is that thing? I seem to see the stars in the sky smiling at me? The dark nebula is whispering to me?"

The old knight glanced at him.

The golden man tremblingly took out his dwarf pipe and held it in his mouth. He rubbed his fingers to make a fire three times before lighting the tobacco.

"Damn it! The psychic riot of the astral tearing spell concealed the truth hidden underground. I knew that what happened in Cadman City was not as simple as it seemed. We were used! Plantagenet Kingdom and Luo General Lun has been taken advantage of!

This is their true purpose.

A subspace rift is opening in the material world with the Blood Vulture Sacred Pond as a beacon. Even Sarokdar is just a sacrifice! "

Old Finock calmed down with the help of tobacco. He rubbed his forehead vigorously and whispered:

"Murphy, things are in trouble!"

At the same time, in a secret room under the complex structure of the corridor, Maxim and Adele held swords in their left and right hands to protect a strange psychic device that was rising from the ground.

Before their eyes, Natalie and his team were pressing over.

The gray-haired Witcher slowly pulled out the strange-looking silver sword from her waist, and said sternly:

"I knew you vampire dogs couldn't be trusted! Get out of there! Now!"

Maxim and Mrs. Adele looked at each other, and then the two responded to the coercion in front of them with practical actions. They raised their weapons, and the four witch hunters on the opposite side also unsheathed their swords.

The two groups of people fought together without any communication.

Just like all the stories about witch hunters and evil spirits in the past thousand years, lies cannot cover up the truth. Only swords are the only language that both parties can understand.