“Damn! The design of this BOSS is too absurd. Instead of having a hard enrage mechanic at low health, it switches to a soft enrage?”


    “Six masterwork stone golem elites spawn all at once in the final phase? Who can withstand that?”


    In the second hall, amidst the debris, the still bleeding Joy Stick was sitting on the shattered remains of the stone golem boss’ corpse.


    Seeing the recently recovered yer corpses in front of him, he felt somewhat dejected.


    “How many died?”


    He caught his breath, epting the Winds of Rejuvenation tossed by Meow King to heal his wounds, and asked in a low voice.


    “Seven died, two critically injured. Fortunately the Tiger Leopard Riders reacted quickly, barely withstanding the nking charges, otherwise we’d have more casualties.”


    Meow King patted his shoulder and said:


    “The ones who died were all new yers, with subpar gear and skills, and couldn’t keep up. Health bars in this game are paper-thin, they thought they could tank a couple hits but were taken out by the adds in a few swipes.Not your fault.


    Yourmand was solid enough, it was purely the boss mechanics being unclear that caused this.


    This damn game has too harsh a death penalty, over-emphasizing realism so there’s no concept of time flows, relying entirely on improvisation.


    But in truth, the first phase difficulty isn’t high, I reckon 20 people could handle it, not just 60, provided their gear, skills and levels are up to par.


    Our current strength is still a bitcking.”


    “Yeah.”


    Joy Stick nodded, ncing behind him.


    The infamous “newbie” Sister Pomegranate was looting corpses, constantly searching the copsed stone golem boss remains for usable materials, while Dump Truck beside her, in charge of DKP tracking, was openly packing those items into a spirit container.


    The upside of a truly realistic game!


    No gear has binding restrictions, so loot distribution can be discussed after clearing the dungeon.


    The downside of a truly realistic game is also here!


    This massive stone golem BOSS wouldn’t possibly drop weapons or gear that yers could equip.


    Being made entirely of stone, its drops are just some armor scraps and weird rocks that can only be exchanged with Tris’ alchemistdy for some pocket change.


    “Stick! There’s a construct control switch in the watchtower on the second floor!”


    Leading Pigeon, scouting the upper level, leaned over the railing and yelled down:


    “The youngdy left simple operation instructions, hurry and bring up the spirit stone golem core the BOSS dropped. We can now control all the stone golem constructs in the entire dungeon!”


    “Got it!”


    Stick’s eyes lit up as he stood, saying:


    “With the stone golems assisting, we have more tactical options. Everyone rest a few minutes and prepare to proceed, I reckon the elite Blood Vultures required for the achievement are in the next area. If the uing BOSS is around this difficulty level, our current team should have no issue clearing it.”


    Joy Stick made this optimistic assessment, and they subsequently activated the remaining dungeon constructs, assigning them as temporary minions to each small yer group.


    These constructs required spirit maniption.


    Regr yers could only give vaguemands viaputation beads, but specialists like Meow King, Cheche and Pigeon could control them more precisely, even handling two at once.


    They felt their strength had increased significantly.


    So after the Kadman Civilian Self-Defense Force NPCs took over the second hall’s defenses, the confident yers advanced into the main Blood Vulture Halls. But within ten minutes, those erratic elite vampire nsmen had ambushed and in eight more yers, forcing a hasty retreat.


    “Damn! The monster stats are definitely bugged, right?”


    Joy Stick was almost dumbfounded.


    He angrily jumped up and down, cursing:


    “How can the adds in the second area match the first area’s BOSS strength? Those vampire adds are all ck Iron tier in power!


    Plus the insane Astral Spirit enhancements, we can’t even keep up with their speed, get touched and it’s an instant kill. How are we supposed to fight that?


    The devs must be sick in the head! This is clearly a failure in encounter design!”


    “Is there a chance, Stick…”


    The equally filthy Leading Pigeon sidled up, with a strange look on his face as he pointed at the ck rubble in the hall, and said:


    “That stone golem we just fought might not actually have been the BOSS? More like a rare mob or something.”


    “Ah, now that you mention it, that’s quite possible!”


    Stick was stunned.


    But after some thought, he realized and said while stroking his chin:


    “Wait, I’m suddenly aware of an issue, perhaps this is another lose-lose situation like Smuggler’s Woods, where the devs want us to realize we can’t approach this realistic dungeon through normal thinking.


    Speaking of which, there shouldn’t be so many allied NPCs in a normal dungeon instance, but here we have not just militia but elite Witch Hunter units too. So our real mission may not be to simply brute force it.


    The strength gap is toorge!


    I think our true role is to assist the NPCs, which is why the devs deliberately ced a gear check boss here to equip us with the stone golem construct minions, making our support roles easier.


    Yeah, that makes sense!


    Meow King, quickly re-organize the teams, we’ll take the Witch Hunters’ route, use the stone golems or our bodies to pull aggro, same tactics as before!


    Lure those crazed vampires over to the elite Witch Hunter squads and let them kill them, we’ll just chip in assists and leeroy for kill credits!


    Ah ha!


    This is the correct approach for this dungeon!”


    “Got it, brothers follow me.”


    Meow King wiped the wound on his forehead and went with his Four Heavenly Kings and old buddy to scout the path through the other side’s passage.


    The other yers took the chance to rest and grab a bite.


    This game had one downside.


    Not eating would make you hungry, and being hungry for too long would weaken and faint you, yet there was no satiety meter, it all relied on the yer’s own perception.


    The immersion was there, but it was rather inconvenient duringbat, and the worst part was that yer taste senses were fully simted, who could stand just eating bread every day? Seems learning some cooking skills would be very useful in the future.


    As they rested, the team channel in the yer interface suddenly had the “Blood Vulture Traitor” achievement unlocked. Meow King then shouted in the team channel:


    “Come help with the achievement! Stick’s guess was right, pulling mobs over to get assist credits also lights up the achievement! But the Witch Hunters have taken casualties too, a fewe help drag them back to the second hall’s safe zone for the militia medics to treat.”


    “Let’s go! Lads, time to hunt!”


    Having finally figured out the dungeon mechanics, Stickughed heartily as he led the reinvigorated yers charging over in a disorderly group.


    At first, the elite Witch Hunters battling at the front looked down on these newbies, but they soon realized these vampire cultists had their own devious tricks.


    They used the stone golem minions to “lure” everywhere, drawing those frenzied Astral Spirit-possessed Blood Vulture vampires over to the Witch Hunter lines.


    This saved the elite hunters from going out to find targets themselves, only needing toy ambushes on the defense line.


    With both sides cooperating, Witch Hunter casualties dropped sharply, so the squadmanders immediately epted this “unsportsmanlike” tactic. Through yer and Witch Hunter teamwork, the front line steadily advanced rapidly.


    Injured Witch Hunters were carried back to the second hall by yers, a few low-level Oak Apprentice yers staying behind to heal them.


    They initially hadints, but soon found that the Witch Hunters rejoining battle after their healing also counted as their assists.


    Now everyone was satisfied.


    Under this good cooperation, Khaki Tony Tai carried a Witch Hunter struck down by an ambush towards the rear, throwing the guy to the ground in the second hall before preparing to return for more assist farming.


    But he soon realized this shed Witch Hunter looked a bit familiar, didn’t he?


    “p!”


    A few secondster, Khaki suddenly bent down and pped the weakened Witch Hunter’s cheek.


    Leaving him stunned, staring wide-eyed at the vampire cultist, while Khaki Tony Tai waved his hand and said after the p:


    “Back in Mond Vige, it was you who hit me first! I remembered you, now we’re even.”


    Having avenged himself, the athletic guy hummed happily as he ran back to the front line, leaving a bewildered Witch Hunter clutching the palm print on his face.


    He had thought these cunning bastards were taking the chance for a sneak attack and was ready to draw his sword, but that was it?


    Did I really p you days ago for you to still hold that grudge?


    Are these vampire cultists sick in the head?


    On the yer side, luring mobs was still risky, especially for the melee yers unfamiliar with ranged weapons. Unable to shoot urately, after their assigned stone golem minions were depleted, they had to resort to the dangerous “body pulling” tactic.


    But vampire speed was no joke, this high risk move basically meant “one misstep and it’s the afterlife”.


    “Damn! Three vampires are targeting me, they’re blocking my path, I might be a goner here.”


    Spicy Gugu Chicken had gotten into trouble while pulling mobs.


    He wailed in the squad channel, clearly having hit the “jackpot” by being targeted by three frenzied vampires, unable to run back to the Witch Hunter lines and forced to flee erratically.


    Concerned for their “stepson”, Ah Yuen and Cheche immediately decided to go help.


    Though the game’s death penalty was severe, just watching Gugu Chicken get ughtered would cause dorm conflicts after logging off, maybe even an enraged Gugu Chicken ganking them in real life.


    “You two take him and exit left! Follow that passage straight ahead without detouring to reach the second hall.”


    After studying the dungeon map, Pigeon instructed Ah Yuen and Cheche:


    “I’ll have Snail and Shark reinforce you there. The second hall has 120 militia plus the recuperating Witch Hunters, concentrated volleys should handle three vampires, but you must be fast.”


    “Got it!”


    Ah Yuen replied, raising a light kite shield to protect the spirit apprentice Cheche as they rushed towards Gugu Chicken’s location.


    Most vampires along the way had been lured and killed by yer and Witch Hunter teamwork. They soon found the bloodied Gugu Chicken.


    As a greatsword user with high endurance, he wouldn’t die so easily. Seeing his dorm soning to his rescue, he was touched to the point of nearly shedding tears amid the heartfelt moment.


    After the three regrouped, Cheche tossed a smokescreen alchemical to cover their retreat towards the second hall as nned.


    But the three frenzied vampires would definitely not let them go, giving chase to ughter them, quickly forcing Ah Yuen, acting as their defender, into a difficult battle.


    They should be grateful the vampires in this “dungeon” had their blood essences extracted by Salrokdar’s spirit arts, leaving them in an inherently weakened state. Otherwise, facing three ck Iron tier vampire hunters head-on would probably get them instantly killed.


    “Damn, there are more ahead!”


    As a Spirit Mage, Cheche soon sensed the dark spirit disturbances blocking the exit ahead, indicating more vampires closing in from the front.


    The three small yers immediately fell into despair.


    They realized they couldn’t possibly escape.


    But in the next moment, that despair transformed into the yers’ trademark determination to go down fighting. Cheche cursed as he handed out alchemical bombs from his bag to Ah Yuen and Gugu Chicken, deciding to take at least one or two with them even if they perished here.


    Though not exactly soulmates, these dormmates had lived together for over three years, developing an unspoken understanding.


    Through silentmunication, they formed a defensive formation back-to-back. As the frenzied vampires’ roars approached, the three small yers were ready.


    But just as they steeled themselves for mutual destruction, a sudden scream echoed from the corridor ahead, startling the three yers.


    It was a vampire’s scream!


    Were there Witch Hunters on this side too?


    No, their lines should be on the other side, right?


    Could it be the elusive Murphy hade to rescue his beloved small yers?


    As they stood dazed, the three maddened vampires chasing from behind also charged in with roars.


    Ah Yuen and Gugu Chicken immediately moved to parry their difficult assault, while Cheche continuously unleashed Spirit sts to try binding the hyper-fast elite mobs.


    Just as the three fought desperately, a formidable blood shadow shattered through the wall, swinging a crimson greatsword onto the battlefield.


    To Ah Yuen and Gugu Chicken’s astonished gazes, that towering figure took down one frenzied vampire with a sword strike, then blitz-grabbed another vampire’s neck and mmed it to the ground like a chicken before executing it with blood ws.


    Swiftly killing the two downed frenzied ones, thest vampire, scared witless, immediately turned to flee but was caught by this brawny man and smashed with the greatsword.


    Impaling it through the chest, it crashed through one wall before pinning it dead to the second wall.


    “Holy shit! So powerful!”


    Invincible Tyrannosaurus Cheche was totally dumbstruck watching from the side.


    The elite vampires who could ughter yers like him as easily as cutting melons had been casually butchered like chickens by this brawny man appearing out of nowhere.


    This strength was insane.


    Just from the effortless disy of power, this guy was probably even stronger than Murphy and the youngdy.


    But the question was, who was he?


    He definitely wasn’t among the allied NPC forces they’d seen.


    “Pffft”


    This suddenly appearing brawny NPC coldly executed thest ambushing vampire with blood ws. As the other disintegrated into crimson ashes with an agonizing scream, he finally hoisted his greatsword and turned to look at the three small yers.


    His face covered by a Blood Vulture war mask already caked with thick bloodstains like a ghoul’s visage, and just being stared at by this guy made the three yers’ legs shake.


    Damn!


    Isn’t this a BOSS?


    “Citizens! Why are you wandering outside in such danger? Come with me quickly! There are crazed beasts everywhere. I am the Blood Vulture Civil Protector, I must keep you safe!”


    To their surprise, the NPC spoke a line, showing up tranted on the yer interface that left the three small yers exchanging confused looks.


    Blood Vulture Civil Protector?


    What sort of title is that? Sounds like some kind of official position?


    “Hey, this guy’s not all there upstairs.”


    Gugu Chicken whispered to his two brothers:


    “See the insignia on his body? The one on his breastte, it’s exactly the same as the youngdy’s cloak insignia! So who the hell is this guy?”


    “Hurry and follow! Citizens, it’s dangerous out there, I must protect you! Quickly!”


    The unstable brawny NPC kept urging them to follow as he led the way.


    Figuring they must have triggered some hidden storyline, the students obediently followed him. Rounding various disguised walls, he brought them to a sealed hall deeper inside and demanded they enter immediately.


    “Get inside! Don’te out!”


    The brawny NPC braced his greatsword like a statue, barring the entrance as dozens of executed, faded vampire statuesy around him.


    His deep, raspy voice came from beneath the mask:


    “I’ll notify you once it’s safe. You won’t be harmed before I fall, this is my duty as Civil Protector!


    Go in!”


    The three small yers looked at each other in confusion.


    They didn’t quite get what this NPC was ying at, but were afraid of angering him by disobeying, so they pushed through the door behind him.


    The next instant, all three froze on the spot.


    “Damn! Why are there so many people in here?”