My Players Are So Fierce-Chapter 330:

Meow King was instantly killed after touching the void creature, honestly this scene terrified Joy Stick as well.

He saw clearly earlier that Meow King happily rushed like an unleashed dog to loot items, but as soon as he touched the hilt of that cursed weapon stuck in the ground, his entire body exploded like a burst of light and disappeared on the spot.

Only his equipment was left behind, clattering down miserably on the ground.

Ever since Lady Tris made spirit dog tags for players, this clean and quick way of dying – exploding into a 360-degree spiral ascension to heaven on the spot – hadn’t been seen for a long time.

So much so that Joy Stick himself had almost forgotten that this was how they left this world when they died back when they first entered the game.

“Damn, what the hell is this thing? Some kind of untouchable force?”

Joy Stick carefully circled around that cursed greatsword several times, picking up Meow King’s leftover equipment, beads and dog tags into his bag. As he examined this black-light wrapped sword stuck in the ground, he quickly noticed that the hilt of the sword still faintly showed the leaf and oak symbols of the old Nature religion.

This filled his head with question marks.

It looks like a standard weapon of the Avalon Church?

But why would it kill Meow King who was also a Nature follower?

Brother Stick carefully backed up a few steps, then flew into the sky to look at the ground below.

He discovered that this sword wasn’t the only cursed item left in the camp – there were also some armor fragments and three other broken sword blades emitting black light particles.

This proved he hadn’t seen wrong earlier, an intense battle definitely took place here, but unfortunately he and Meow King were trapped in the maze spell and couldn’t get close to witness it.

“Oh well, it was probably high-level plot content that we missed due to insufficient strength. What a shame.”

Joy Stick immediately felt deep regret as he stomped his feet.

He landed back on the ground, staying away from those scattered cursed items, and wandered around the ravaged camp looking to loot some items. His thinking was quite simple, if this was a “high-level plot area”, he might be able to get some pretty good equipment and supplies here.

Practice proved Brother Stick’s strategy was correct.

He quickly found several unopened boxes at the edge of the wrecked camp, filled with various potions and materials he didn’t recognize. After scanning them one by one with item identification, Brother Stick confirmed these were all high-level goods currently inaccessible to players. R̃áΝǑᛒЕṦ

He jubilantly put them all in his bag.

Of course, he would need to split half with Meow King after he respawned, but even keeping just half meant tonight’s trip was still a huge profit.

“Huh? What’s this?”

Joy Stick continued looting.

Soon he found a small booklet among a pile of energy-shredded book remains. Picking it up and flipping through it, he discovered it contained records about the whereabouts of church holy relics after the fall of the old Nature religion.

The thin booklet recorded the locations of at least 7 replica sacred blades, but only two pieces of information had confirmed sources.

The first stated that a holy rapier called “Sacred Leaf” fell into the hands of someone named “Ryuk Flywheel” in the Dark Mountain region.

The second piece of information said another holy bow “Emerald Wind” was recovered by shadow elf searchers to the city of Mejeva in the Eternal Rift.

“So, not all 150 replica sacred blades of the old Nature religion were swords?”

Joy Stick rubbed his chin and thought:

“The term ‘sacred blade’ is just a general name, actually encompassing all kinds of weapons like swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, tridents and so on? Holy crap, that means this is a highly versatile treasure trove!

Looks like there’s work again for my outstanding ‘treasure hunter’ skills!

Not bad, not bad.

The dev team is really sneaky, hiding all these good stuff in these remote corners.

Hehe, but I’m even more amazing, no matter how deep you hide them, I still found them!”

He immediately shared this good news with Meow King via phone text. The two guys hit it off immediately and decided to explore the lost holy relics of the old religion together going forward.

Meow King was already an Avalon follower, so finding these items would definitely benefit his career path development.

Having found the treasure info, Brother Stick was quite satisfied. He stood up in game preparing to leave this place, as the camp had been shredded beyond recognition by spirit energy residue and not much was left.

However, just as Brother Stick spread his blood wings preparing to take off, his ears suddenly twitched as he heard a faint sound coming from the night not far away.

It seemed someone was calling for help, and the voice was particularly miserable.

Hm?

A woman?

Ha!

I, Onboard Joy Stick, help others in need, how could I ignore a damsel in distress?

Maybe I’ll encounter another hidden plot!

With this thought, Brother Stick changed direction in the air and flew towards the cries for help. He quickly found the person needing assistance several hundred meters outside the camp.

But when Brother Stick landed, he immediately drew the flail from his waist and took a hostile stance.

Because he recognized the identity of the girl calling for help while holding another woman, she was a Wolfsbane vampire! From the badge on her tattered clothes, he could see she was remnant of the Greyclaw faction! A descendant of that dog Korando who tried to overthrow the Crimson Citadel.

At the same time as Brother Stick discovered her identity, the crying vampire girl also recognized Joy Stick’s identity.

His pair of massive blood wings were the best ID card, allowing the vampire to recognize at a glance that this was a member of the Blood Vulture Clan.

“You! Don’t come any closer!”

The miserable girl jumped up nervously, protecting the unconscious woman in her arms behind her back. But she still had shackles on her wrists, and her blood-stained and scarred body indicated she definitely hadn’t been doing well these past few days.

She was an escaped prisoner!

Brother Stick narrowed his eyes as he looked at the clearly nervous and frightened weak vampire before him, then glanced at the woman lying on the ground whose fate was uncertain.

That one’s condition was even worse, with a blood-stained blindfold indicating her eyes had been maliciously blinded.

Tsk tsk, how tragic.

“Did you escape from the camp?”

Realizing these two women posed no threat to him, Brother Stick put away his flail but drew the Remington shotgun made by Brother Loyalty from his back and aimed forward.

He barked:

“Tell me honestly! What did you see in the camp?”

“You! Don’t you know? The Blood Vulture Clan’s powerful warriors came to assassinate Lady Cecilia, and it was them who destroyed the camp.

You should know this.”

Brother Stick’s question made the Wolfsbane girl in front of him freeze. She stammered:

“Wasn’t that your elder?”

“Huh? You mean there were other Blood Vulture vampires here earlier? They’re the ones who destroyed this camp full of cursed items?”

Joy Stick snorted, his thoughts turning as he said loudly:

“That must have been our great and handsome Lord Murphy’s doing. You two were lucky to escape from the camp torturing you thanks to him.

You should be grateful, understand?

Now tell me, what’s your story? How did you end up in such a miserable state?”

“My sister and I were captured by Cecilia’s faction. We were originally planning to escape to Nordtov to seek refuge with the Thorn Clan, Lady Shani welcomed us to come.

Under these circumstances, the Wolfsbane girl in front of him had no room for further consideration. Facing Joy Stick’s black gun barrel, she coughed and spilled everything about her experience.

She said:

“We escaped from Greenleaf Island. Father wrote us a letter saying old Edward was forcing him to make a choice, but he refused to submit to that decrepit old thing.

He wanted to stage a rebellion.

If he won, our Greyclaw faction would be reborn and gain unbound freedom, but if he lost, the Greyclaw faction would face catastrophic destruction and my sister and I would have to fend for ourselves.

We haven’t received news from father for a long time. Perhaps his final struggle ultimately ended in death.”

“Korando is dead.”

Joy Stick said frankly:

“I witnessed it personally. The Count of White Mountain from the Thorn Clan killed him, right in the sewers of the Crimson Citadel.

His corpse was sent to North Wind Castle as a collection for the Wolf Queen, while his heart was given as a gift to Grand Duchess Shani for her birthday.

Speaking personally, I sympathize with you two’s situation. But from my faction’s standpoint, I can only tell you, good riddance!

Korando was a dog bastard! He colluded with gnolls trying to overthrow Transia’s only order. If he had succeeded, this land would only fall into an even more terrifying situation.”

These words that struck straight to the heart left the Wolfsbane girl before him silent. If vampires could cry, she probably would have broken down in tears by now.

But there were more urgent matters at hand.

Under Joy Stick’s shocked gaze, the shackled Wolfsbane girl fell to her knees. She begged:

“Father’s death may have been destined, but I cannot watch my sister leave me after enduring such hardships. Please, Blood Vulture member.

Please save my sister.

She cannot die here.”

“Huh?”

Brother Stick was a bit stunned by this plot development. He glanced at the Wolfsbane girl lying face down on the ground barely breathing, and said:

“Isn’t she already dead? Her feet have turned to stone, isn’t that the sign of a vampire approaching death?”

“Yes, my sister is entering eternal silence, but you can save her!”

Winnie Korando begged on her knees:

“After father’s death, my sister and I entered blood contract weakness without an elder’s power to protect us, which is how we fell into this desperate situation.

But if we can find another elder willing to provide blood essence before she completely dies, relying on establishing a new blood contract, the elder’s life force connection can revive her and pull her back to the mortal realm under midnight.

Please, help us!

My sister and I are willing to be your servants, save her! She has no time left, only you can save her here! The Embrace! Embrace her, quick!”

“Oh this…”

Brother Stick’s eyes widened.

What kind of crazy stuff is the dev team doing?!

Wasn’t the vampire’s special “blood contract” system still in development? How did I just randomly run into this kind of descendants delivering themselves to my doorstep?

And even if this is “function testing” plot, shouldn’t there be a “developer note” right now? There’s no quest trigger notification on my character interface at all!

Hey!

Dev team!

Your system has bugs again, hurry and send someone down to fix it!

But no matter how much Brother Stick screamed in his heart, no GM would actually appear before him, after all the only member of the “dev team” who wore multiple hats – Lord Murphy – was unconscious right now.

The admin system also didn’t have an auto-response system.

Meow King who came with him died crudely and couldn’t give any advice either, which meant Brother Stick had to face this sudden situation alone.

Seeing Joy Stick’s hesitation, Winnie Korando knew she needed more bargaining chips to convince the Blood Vulture vampire before her, so she gritted her teeth and said:

“When my father took the Greyclaw faction to relocate to the Cato region, he also brought the wealth accumulated by the faction over many years. If you save my sister, I’ll tell you where those treasures are hidden!

That was originally my father’s bargaining chip to exchange for a letter of pardon from King Louis, and it’s enough wealth to make you rich overnight and become a lord.

If you offer it to your clan leader, I guarantee you’ll gain favor in your family, maybe even have your own faction under midnight!

What are you still hesitating for?

Once we become your descendants we can no longer resist, don’t you even know that?”

“Of course I know, I just need to consider.”

Brother Stick snorted.

Looking at the dying vampire whose petrified state had already spread to her calves, he took a deep breath, put away his weapon and walked forward, kneeling beside the blindfolded vampire woman.

He said:

“What should I do?”

“Huh?”

This question made Winnie Korando’s eyes widen. She exclaimed:

“You’ve never performed the Embrace? How did your elder embrace you? Just do what they did!”

“Damn! That method definitely won’t work for you, but whatever.”

Joy Stick cursed.

He bared his fangs and picked up the dying vampire woman before him, imitating the embrace scenes from vampire movies he had been cramming lately, and bit down on this woman’s neck.

As the first mouthful of fresh blood flowed into his mouth, Brother Stick felt an urge to vomit.

Although he was a vampire in the game, his soul was truly human, he couldn’t handle this kind of “exotic food fetish”.

Most importantly, his vampire template only came from “spirit simulation”. Being his own person meant knowing his own situation, facing this yet-to-be-released game function, Brother Stick himself wasn’t confident he could definitely complete it.

But he still continued with the process.

According to the knowledge learned when receiving the embrace ritual, squeeze out one-third of your own “blood” and fuse it into the dying vampire body before him.

However, Brother Stick had no “blood” at all, he could only inject his crimson spirit energy into the vampire woman before him.

Several seconds later, Joy Stick stood up with a strange look in his eyes and blood all over his mouth. He wiped his mouth and spread his hands, saying to Winnie Korando:

“See, I tried but it didn’t work at all, so you can’t blame me for your sister’s death. It’s not that I didn’t try hard enough, mainly the dev team… holy crap?

What the hell was that?”

Before he could finish speaking, Brother Stick felt an indescribable weakness sweep through his body, making him lose balance and fall on his butt.

He didn’t even finish gasping three times before his entire body turned into a ball of light and disappeared on the spot, his equipment and armor clattering to the ground.

This scene left Winnie Korando dumbfounded.

She had seen vampires die before, but this stimulating scene of turning into light and exploding to heaven on the spot was a first.

But before Winnie could exclaim in surprise, her dying sister let out a painful moan, and the petrified state that had spread to her calves also receded due to the rapid transfer of life force.

“Sister! You’re alive, that’s wonderful.”

Winnie pounced over with great joy to hold her sister in her arms, while Melia Korando who had returned to the mortal realm from eternal silence’s embrace was still in a state of confusion.

Her eyes had been blinded by the vicious vampires of Cecilia’s faction, so she could only blindly reach out her weak hand to touch her still bleeding neck.

She said softly:

“What… what happened to me? This life force is… Winnie, I was bound in contract by another vampire? Where is he?

Why can’t I sense him?”

“Uh, he exploded, sister.”

Winnie also didn’t know how to describe what just happened, she could only say quietly:

“He probably died, you’re free again, that’s a good thing.”

“No, he’s not dead.”

Melyra gasped, saying softly:

“I can feel it, he’s very far away but he’s not dead… wait! Someone’s coming, quick, hide!”

“Hide? Where do you plan to hide?”

The cold voice of “Razor” Dorothy, who came to clean up the battlefield on orders from the young lady, rang out from above. She shouted:

“Two Wolfsbane mongrels, perfect timing! Eternal silence is calling you! Though I just joined, I know the blood feud between Blood Vultures and Wolfsbane.

Therefore, in the name of ancient hatred, die!”

Seeing the crimson light gathering in the sky as Blood Vulture’s wrath was about to descend in throwing spears, Winnie immediately jumped up and shouted towards the sky:

“No! We are Blood Vulture members! Your person just embraced my sister! You can’t kill your own people!”

These words made Dorothy, who had just joined the Blood Vulture Clan and only half-understood the blood feud between Blood Vultures and Wolfsbane, feel her intelligence was insulted.

She didn’t believe this ridiculous claim at all.

Although as a “newbie” she didn’t deeply understand this centuries-long feud, she believed no sane Blood Vulture member would dare do such a thing.

“Fool! Do you even hear what nonsense you’re saying… wait! This aura… damn it! Which bastard dared to violate family doctrine by bringing you into the Blood Vultures? Oh my my, Lord Murphy won’t let them get away with this!”