My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank-Chapter 75 - 28
75: 28.
Illusion in Blood_1
75: 28.
Illusion in Blood_1
The young lady was running away in the forest.
She wasn’t the type to abandon her kin and flee alone; the orthodox education she had received since childhood had equipped her with the leadership necessary for a midnight aristocrat.
She clearly understood what it meant in her family to flee without fighting in such a situation.
But she couldn’t turn back and choose to fight.
Because she didn’t have any kin to speak of, in the face of a Gold Stage enemy who had charged onto the battlefield, the destruction of the midnight hunters had already been set in stone.
The opponent was a white knight skilled in natural psychic power tactics and capable of using divine arts, and it was in a forest setting!
These were elements full of deadly danger.
For her, a vampire psychic who had yet to pass the Trial of the Silver Body, escaping from such an enemy was already an undeniable victory.
However, a huge question was resonating in Phemys’ head.
Even if those remnants of the old faith were not appreciated in the Golden Flower Kingdom, even if the witch hunter groups were treated as expendable cannon fodder and sent into the Transylvania region, a strong Gold Stage being like that still couldn’t be controlled by anyone.
Even if Finoc actually worked for the Golden Flower Kingdom, he should have been kept by the side of General Loren, the commander of the Exploration Corps!
Unless the general had lost his mind and was willing to allow such a “human monster” to move around freely.
Most importantly, if Norfick had been active in the Transylvania region beforehand, why was her father aware of nothing?
The White Knight is not a profession good at concealment.
As long as Old Feinock appeared, his trace would have been caught by the secret agents of the Blood Vulture Clan.
His sudden appearance was illogical unless…
“There’s a traitor in the family!
The local intelligence network has been interfered with.”
A terrible guess appeared in the young lady’s mind, perfectly explaining why she had encountered such a desperate situation.
There were problems with the Blood Vulture Clan’s control of Transylvania, and the clan had not discovered the real threat.
The Gold Stage powerful ones had all been mobilized, and the enemy’s target could be guessed.
Cardman City.
They were going to attack Cardman City!
The conclusion forced the young lady to hold her breath for a moment.
When she realized the imminent danger to her clan, Phemys was even more determined to escape.
She had to notify her father of this news immediately, otherwise, the loss of the entire Blood Vulture Clan would be imminent.
However, the outcome of running away was not something determined by the runner alone.
All she could do was to constantly use her psychic skills to distract illusions in all directions to interfere with the pursuer’s perception.
However, minutes later, as the young lady was about to break out of the Smugglers’ Forest, the intense sunlight that exploded from behind burst like a waterfall of light beams sweeping over the entire woodland.
“Ah!”
Phemys cried out in pain.
She felt as if she had been thrown into a boiling pot, feeling the charring and scorching caused when the ripple of the solar psychic energy swept over her skin, making her lose the strength to maintain flight at that moment, and she crashed to the ground trailing a plume of black smoke.
This level of psychic explosion completely drained the life force of the high-level Psychic from the Circle Tower, who essentially launched a last attack with a death wish.
But it worked.
The lady, who fell to the ground uncomfortably, didn’t even need to sense it.
She could be certain that the midnight hunters she had summoned had just suffered a tragic defeat, and now the question was whether she had any chance of escaping from this deadly forest originally reserved for the enemy?
The answer was no.
While the young lady took a few minutes to recover from her burns and numbness, before she had a chance to spread her blood wings and take to the sky, the figure with the oak greatsword appeared before her.
Yes!
He was in front!
Not behind.
This proved that the young lady’s breakout attempt was also under the precise control of this White Knight.
The forest had confused her, leading her not closer to the border, but deeper into the woods.
Like a desperate prey played by a skilled hunter, no matter how noble her bloodline, she couldn’t be saved from this dire situation.
Old Finoc, holding his blazing oak holy sword, drew closer to Phemys in front of him, and the trees around him twisted with each step he took.
Those branches and vines intertwined, forming a formidable “birdcage” which even stretched over both their heads, isolating the route to the sky.
“What a lovely little missy you are, but you have a wicked heart, just like other vampires.
You should live your lives hidden in your night like rats.
But you always want to reach out to the world under the sunlight.”
The old knight said with a tone of disgust:
“It was you who started the war, causing the whole world to be in turmoil.
It’s now time for you to pay the price.
So don’t look like you are being bullied, child.
This is what you brought upon yourselves!”
Miss Phemys knew there was no way out.
In the final moment, she didn’t want to greet the everlasting silence in the cowardly manner, but rather decided to engage in a death match, which she didn’t actually like.
She drew the ritualistic magic dagger with her left hand, and with her right hand, she gathered the free dark psychic energy from the night, the crimson light pulsed at her fingertips, quickly moulding a psychic lance entwined with thorns at both ends.
This was also an advanced extension technique of psychic impact, but it hadn’t been recorded in the young lady’s handbook and learnt by Murphy.
