Under the “BUG” tactic developed by Meow King, the “dangerous” constructs constantly pouring out from the second hall were being ughtered in batches with the mighty assistance of Lord Murphy.
The coordination between the two sides was so seamless, that even the Witch Hunters idling in the rear thought this must have been a tactic prepared in advance by the cunning vampires. It had to be said that luring the strong enemies by letting the weak attract their attention and lead them near one’s own strong forces was indeed a simple but effective battle strategy.
Moreover, the yers’ snake-like movements and asional erratic actions also left quite an impression on this group of Witch Hunters.
However,
“They’re just ordinary guard constructs, why go to such great lengths?”
Among the Witch Hunters, the scout Amber adjusted her eye patch and said softly to the squad leader Natalie:
“It seems Lord Murphy’s warriors are not concealing their weakness, they really are just weak! Only slightly stronger than regr soldiers, although these guys have indeed grown much strongerpared to when we first met them.
Their growth rate is surprising.”
“However, you forget how we were defeated in an ambush by this group? I admit there was an element of luck involved and we were too careless back then.But you have to acknowledge that when they’re desperate, they don’t hold back at all. That fearlessness towards death is their greatest advantage.”
Natalie shook her head and said:
“Stay vignt, Amber! Insulting the enemy is insulting yourself, especially when they’ve defeated us before.”
“Alright, the monkey show is over!”
The old knight Finoch Lawson took the ornately engraved metal kite shield and emerald holy wood one-handed mace passed to him by a Witch Hunter, and said to his squad members:
“There’s arge unstable dark spirit flux up ahead, those maddened vampires are hiding beyond the second hall. Move forward, prepare to take over the battle! We can’t rely on these vampire underlings, I knew these kinds of troubles always have to be resolved by ourselves!”
The little yers were unaware of whaty ahead.
While following the immensely powerful Lord Murphy forward, they also took the opportunity to scavenge some “loot” from those constructs, even managing to find a few “Unrepairable Gargoyle Cores”.
Identified as construct cores, these spirit items could be used to create new constructs – clearly a rare material that only drops in dungeons, making the yers who obtained them overjoyed.
But they soon realized this was a raid dungeon!
Although there were no set distribution rules, it was obvious these spoils would have to be distributed collectively after the battle.
Before the fight began, everyone had agreed that for suchrge dungeon activities in the future, they would adopt the DKP system to distribute loot, which was the fairest and most reasonable method.
So the diligent and oldest Dump Truck Iaido, who everyone trusted, was nominated to keep track of the DKP records.
“Howe we’ve only been fighting small fries and haven’t seen the BOSS yet?”
The confused Pigeon in the crowd asked while grasping his staff. As soon as he finished speaking, Lord Murphy, who had been leading the charge, suddenly stopped in his tracks and adopted a perplexed yet wary expression, saying:
“Something’s not right! I smell a terrifying dark aura…be careful!”
He shouted while also giving orders through voice imitation to Young Lady, who was on standby in the guard room above:
“Now! Drop it down!”
“To be honest, sometimes I really don’t understand what goes through Murphy’s mind.”
Young Lady murmured aint to Maxim and Adele beside her. Then the three of them nodded at each other and used theirbined strength to hurl the core gargoyle construct bound by spirit energy down below.
“Woosh”
The faint spirit bindings burst open in mid-air, allowing the ck gargoylemander statue to break free.
Its gigantic stone wings emzoned with bloody gems spread open, and its body twice the size of a regr construct smashed down onto the floor of the second hall in a ferocious, brutal posture, creating a resounding crash.
The beating of its massive wings stirred up howling dust clouds, forcing the yers in front to raise their hands to shield their eyes.
Once the dust was dispersed by Murphy’s spirit st, the chandeliers in the second hall lit up, allowing the yers to see the BOSS that had appeared before them.
Entirely ckened, with a pair of horns on its head.
Though sharing the gargoyle appearance, its metal armor and the radiance surrounding its body clearly marked it as extraordinary. Most importantly, this guy was huge, ugly and ferocious enough to undoubtedly be the gate guardian BOSS of the Blood Vulture Halls dungeon.
“Ah! I’ve been severely injured, I must retreat immediately.”
Murphy clutched his chest and feebly cried out, then unfurled his massive blood wings and disappeared from the hall in a sh, leaving behind a group of bewildered yers and the equally dumbfounded gargoyle leader that had been dropped in front of them.
The scene fell silent for a moment.
“Dammit! I knew it! Every BOSS fight has to have this kind of drama, these NPCs are such goddamn actors! Acting their asses off! You’re the leader NPC, how could you possibly get injured by some petty guard? You were a raging beast mowing down those small fries earlier, nothing like this supposed weakness!”
Meow King harshly criticized with a sneer.
But the other little yers showed stable emotions.
Hey, it’s just the NPCs acting, what’s the big deal? Look at the super holy knights like Guangwei holding divine artifacts, wouldn’t they also get CC and pretend to ck off?
Our NPC is a cunning vampire, so it’s normal for him to tactically retreat when the situation looks unfavorable, right?
Even putting that aside, Lord Murphy didn’t say you’re invincible, did he?
“Shielders forward! Ranged to the rear, mages prepare, BOSS in 10 seconds!”
The overallmander Joy Stick shouted, and the yers immediately perked up in spirit.
This was their first BOSS battle in《Reality Realm》, they had to take it seriously.
At the same time, Murphy, who had already flown back to the second floor guard room using his vampire speed, looked on approvingly at the little yers’ actions below. He snapped his fingers at Young Lady, who had fully taken control of the hallway’s construct core, and said:
“You stay here and operate the core, remember to send in two gargoyles every minute, and when that big ck one is about to die, unleash six gargoyles at once.”
Young Lady was utterly perplexed.
She asked in bewilderment:
“Why? Why are you arbitrarily increasing the difficulty for your warriors?”
“Because Lord Murphy’s forces have no need for the weaklings!”
Maxim immediately gave the standard answer.
This quick response and this always-correct answer satisfied Murphy, who nodded and said to Young Lady:
“They are 60 fully armed professionals. If they can’t even handle such a stupid, clumsy gargoyle leader, what can I expect from them? Don’t worry, Young Lady, my warriors only grow braver in battle, they won’t me you or me.
They must rapidly grow stronger.
Maxim, Adele, proceed as nned!”
“Yes, my Lord.”
Maxim and Lady Adele immediately left the guard room, heading to the self-destruct core area hidden within the halls ording to the map Murphy had previously marked.
As for Murphy, he pped his wings to hover in the air and reminded Young Lady:
“Seal this ce! Don’t open the seal until my warriors have defeated the powerful enemy. I’ll go have a chat with the Witch Hunters. They’ll have to press on into the depths of the halls next, are there still many of my nsmen lurking inside?”
“That’s what I wanted to tell you, their numbers are far fewer than we expected.”
Young Lady said with a puzzled expression:
“Even less than what I saw when I previously entered the halls!
Judging from the spirit aura from the depths, there are at most five hundred here. But when Kadman City was devoured by the astral energy, at least thousands or even tens of thousands of nsmen escaped the first astral wave and safely took refuge in the castle and hallway.
I know my father ‘sacrificed’ some nsmen for reasons I can’t understand, but their numbers shouldn’t be so few!
So I suspect there are other things lurking in this halls. You all need to be careful, whatever it is, it can wantonly ughter our elite nsmen.”
“Useful information, I understand.”
Murphy nodded and flew into the darkness.
The little yers below had already dispersed throughout the second hall to find their attack points, and the shielders were starting to “tank” the gargoyle leader using snake-like movements under covering fire.
As he glided back to the Progeny Hall from the second hall, the doors to the second hall also began closing under Young Lady’s control, just like how a ssic BOSS battle requires sealing the area to prevent yers from fleeing.
“Your warriors seem to be in trouble?”
The old knight stared at Murphy as he was surrounded by Witch Hunters outside and said:
“Shouldn’t you help them deal with it? It’s just a Masterwork ck iron-tier construct, don’t tell me you can’t even handle that.”
“Swish”
Murphy’s massive blood-red bat wings,rger than regr Blood Vulture vampires, slowly folded behind his back. He replied expressionlessly:
“Isn’t this exactly the responsibility you want my warriors to shoulder? To clear out the rabble for you so you don’t waste time. I have my duties, just as my warriors will never stop here. You should also fulfill your own tasks!
Follow me, we can bypass the second hall through the side corridors and enter the main halls, where my maddened nsmen are lurking.
But ording to my reconnaissance, there are even more dangerous things inside.”
The old knight waved his hand forward, and the elite Witch Hunters immediately poured out in an orderly fashion.
Natalie, who had new weapons at her waist and five knives strapped to her back, nced at Murphy as she passed him, and then disappeared into the darkness with her squad.
However, upon entering the deeper passageways, they took a detour in apletely different direction from the other Witch Hunters.
“What is Lady Natalie’s rtionship to you?”
In the now empty Progeny Hall, Murphy quietly asked:
“You seem to pay a lot of attention to her?”
“Are you looking for my weaknesses?”
Old Finoch stepped forward gripping his one-handed mace and kite shield, coldly replying:
“Don’t try any tricks, Murphy. Tris should have warned a vampire like you that when you’re weak, you should learn to stay away from dangers like me.”
“Can’t be helped, I just have bad luck, filth always seems to find me on its own.”
Murphy curled his lip and beckoned with his finger, pointing to a wall nearby and saying:
“Come with me! The dark tunnel passage that leads directly to the depths of the hall is here. I don’t know what’s inside, no one has entered there for hundreds of years. But with your formidable strength, I don’t need to worry too much.
Please.”
Just like when the old knight previously invited Murphy and others to open the door, the vampire made a polite “invitation” gesture in the dim light.
Old Finoch stepped forward and touched the luxurious wall, his natural spirit perception quickly allowing him to sense the hollow space behind it. But this wall was three to four meters thick, not something that could normally be broken through by human power alone.
However, such obstacles meant little before the golden-tier old knight.
“The power of nature, be my vanguard.”
He ced a metallic-lustered oak seed into a crevice in the wall, then stepped back and chanted a spell.
The seed quickly germinated and grew, its sharp vines piercing into the crack and steadily advancing inward. With a teeth-grinding cracking sound, merely ten-odd secondster, the thick wall was brought crumbling down by the relentlessly growing ironwood tree.
A putrid stench wafted out from the ancient cavern before them. The old knight’s eyes narrowed beneath his barrel helm as he gripped his one-handed mace and shield, entering with Murphy following closely behind with sword in hand.
As the sound of trickling water echoed from the darkness, old Finoch suddenly twitched his nose, then said in a low voice:
“Seems I’ve identally dug us into quite a predicament.”
“Oh? How so?”
Murphy leaned on his sword and asked.
Old Finoch shrugged, pointing at the emerald green firelight now illuminating from the abnormallyrge cavern ahead, and drawled:
“Remember how I told you the spiral passage was upied by an Astral Manticore before we came in? The one driven out by the mes is right up ahead now, and it seems to have recognized us.
Hmm, it’s really furious and ferocious, reminds me of the royal winged lions from the northern part of Greenleaf Ind.
But these old bones of mine are suddenly feeling rather weary.
So Sir Murphy…
Please!”
“Shraaa!”
Having just put on an act for the little yers, Murphy turned to find himself being performed at by this “true NPC”. Hearing the deep roars resounding from the cavern and the rapidly approaching ferocious aura, Murphy sighed and leveled his longsword.
s, it’s best not to cause too much trouble.
“Those who act will always be acted upon” is probably the reasoning here.
——
“Hurry! We should be into the execution phase now! Watch out for enraged low health!”
In the second hall, Joy Stick fired his gun whilemanding his teammates over voicems to pour on the damage output.
Therge ck gargoyle leader’s armor had been peeled away by the relentless attacks, its stony body now riddled with cracks.
To endure nearly five minutes under the concentrated fire of nearly 40rge-caliber hunting rifles showed just how ridiculously durable this thing was.
Under Joy Stick’s coordination, any boulders thrown by the gargoyle were agilely dodged by the surrounding yers, their snake-like movements drawing great satisfaction from Young Lady observing on the second floor.
Young Lady watched intently for a full five minutes!
She had never realized how bored she could get, but now she vaguely understood why those human nobles always enjoyed watching diatorial battles.
This spectacle of the weak battling the strong was truly interesting.
Especially seeing the 60 yers forming an ingenious cohesive unit undermand, operating with mechanical smoothness to utterly batter the superior gargoyle that would have been unbeatable for them one-on-one, the whole process gave Femis deeper insight into Murphy’s otherworld warriors.
Their individualbat abilities were very poor.
But their grasp and understanding of teamwork was far beyond that of ordinary soldiers.
“Now there are 60 of them, if you had 600…”
Young Lady narrowed her eyes watching the little yers “perform” below. She couldn’t help thinking, no wonder Murphy never recruited his blood servants from the survivor camps, he truly looked down on ordinary people. His warriors were indeed far superior to regr blood servants in every aspect.
More terrifyingly, these guys all obeyed Murphy’smands!
This meant that once their numbers breached a certain threshold, the destructive power of Murphy’s organization would increase exponentially.
So this was the source of Murphy’s fearlessness?
As Femis pondered this, Khaki Tony Tai roared and swung his greataxe down on the battered arms of the gargoyle leader below, shattering the stone with a thunderous boom.
“Victory is decided!”
Young Lady stood up and casually tapped the control core beside her, following Murphy’s instructions.
Amid Joy Stick’s enraged roars, the final six gargoyles took flight from their pedestals, pping their wings to join the fray like onest “surprise” trial for the victors.
“Maxim and Tris, even Adele, have all taken a liking to certain warriors.”
Young Lady murmured as she quietly took flight, leaving the guard room towards the deeper hallway:
“Perhaps I should also pick out some warriors for myself from among Murphy’s, following his wishes. If I n to remain in Murphy’s new n, then it may be time for me to learn their way of doing things.
I’ll have to carefully choose the warriors I favor.”