My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank-Chapter 67 - 25

67: 25.

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67: 25.

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Just as Joepan wanted to grant Murphy eternal silence by sucking his blood dry and severing his strength, so too did the elite brute of the Wolf Poison Clan not perish in the dark night, even after being repeatedly bombarded by over a dozen bombs and being reduced to mush by the arrows of witch hunters.

His body was burned to a black char, but as the bloody cracks gushed out beneath the charred skin, he could still hear Joepan’s weak moans and vicious curses amidst the hair-raising sounds.

Physical demon removal techniques are hardly effective against vampires.

In most cases, they can only inflict pain, and when the quantity of harm cannot be turned to ashes, they have to resort to “traditional crafts” to solve the problem.

“Give him eternal silence!

Quick!”

Lady Adel, who had a quarter of her blood drained by Joepan, was now tottering on the brink of collapse.

She was placed under a tree by Murphy but still held onto his wrist to remind him:

“Execute him!

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I know what you’ve done, but she needs help now, Murphy!

It’s your problem if you hate blood vultures, but Miss is the only one who means you well in the team!

You have to help her!”

“I will, madam, rest now.”

Murphy responded perfunctorily, then summoned Milian to help stop Lady Adel’s bleeding and treat the wound on her neck.

She was bitten by a vampire, and it wasn’t the gentle kind of initial infatuation either.

It suggested that there would be more discomfort for her later on.

“I apologize for my rash words and actions earlier, madam.”

Murphy took out the Wolf Poison sword sticking in his chest and tossed it into the spiritual energy bag, then softly addressed Lady Adel, who was staring at him:

“I will do my best to help you recover.”

“I can die, but Miss must live!

Murphy, I’ve helped you, now you go help her!

One life for another, hurry!”

Lady Adel was almost pleading, but she really couldn’t hold on much longer.

Murphy gave her a nod, then gave Maxim a signal.

The loyal servant stepped forward and struck the Blood Servant butler’s head with a thud, causing the distraught woman to fall into a coma, which facilitated Milian’s efforts to stop her bleeding.

“Protect her.”

Murphy told his two assistants, then, leaning on the Blade of Yi of the Desire clan, limped away.

The novice players were huddling together, wide-eyed, watching the entire process of a vampire’s recovery after being critically injured.

One must admit, the process was dreadfully terrifying and nauseating, especially when watching fresh flesh grow from under charred skin.

“I think I’m going to have nightmares tonight.”

Ayu said, covering his eyes.

Next to him, Happy Rod Bro gagged and said:

“I won’t feel like eating steak for a month.”

“Damn!

Bro, what kind of family do you come from, eating steak whenever you want?”

They started their routine nonsense, treating the scene before their eyes as a horror movie, but when they saw Murphy approaching, the novice players respectfully cleared a path for him.

“To completely kill a vampire is very difficult.

We are born with some sort of ‘eternal’ dark trait, and you are about to witness a scene that mainly exists in legends.”

Murphy said softly to his warriors:

“I am about to execute him and grant him eternal silence in return.

May the Mother of the Night pity his brutal soul that has nowhere to go.”

“Mother of the Night?

Is that your divine spirit?”

The Invincible Tyrannosaurus Truck, who was very interested in these occult matters, asked softly.

Murphy, who was now kneeling beside Joepan’s charred bones, shook his head in response:

“No, my warrior, vampires are ‘Eternal Sinful Descendants’, no divine spirit would cast its gaze upon us, whether kind or cruel.

Only the dark embraces us, providing us with the final sanctuary hence we venerate the night as our mother.

We never dare to hope that we could have a god of our own.”

Murphy reached out his hand, following the steps Cui Si had once drunkenly told him, enveloped the dark spiritual energy around his fingertips, then tore open Joepan’s burned bones, gripped his heart that had recovered and was still faintly beating, then forcefully pulled out the Heart of the Blood Race.

This scene wasn’t too crazy.

At least for the onlookers, the impact of this scene didn’t compare to the horrifying process of Joepan resurrecting from the charred bones.

Perhaps it was because Murphy acted decisively, not intending to give Joepan, who almost killed him, too much pain.

The heart removal stopped Joepan’s self-healing.

Blood belonging to him, in a sound resembling a wolf’s howl of pain and desperation, was also torn from his body.

As if a red halo swirling around the Heart of the Blood Race in Murphy’s hand,

The power of vampires comes from their blood.

The moment their symbol of power, their blood, is drained, is also the time a vampire truly dies.

But this process not only represents the arrival of eternal silence but also the night’s reward for the victor.

Under Murphy’s gaze, as Joepan’s blood continued to converge, the still beating flesh and blood heart quickly turned icy cold and hard like a blood-red stone.

The charred bones beneath his feet were undergoing the same transformation.

As the last breath was entirely squeezed from Joepan’s lungs, he also made his last breath in the world.

He turned into a cold, faded stone statue, his body still vividly reflecting the despair he felt before his death.

Murphy stared at the crimson, stone heart of the vampire in his hand.

Joepan’s essence of power was now in front of him, he could either give the stone to his Blood Descendant, or trade it with another vampire.