Chapter 248 Painful Lesson
Lesser demons are not as "precious" as blood slaves. It takes vampires several years of hard work to save up a drop of their essence blood.
But the Lemurs are not as cheap as the dark creatures that black magicians can summon by casually forming a magic circle - this thing also requires vampires to consume their own blood to contaminate the creatures, and only a small number of the contaminated creatures can be deformed into Lemurs, most of them will just collapse into a pool of rotten meat.
Hannah Connell bled dozens of people in Darcy's mansion, including Viscount Darcy's family members, servants, guards, gardeners, cooks, and coachmen who stayed in the mansion, but only five people were successfully deformed.
Hannah Connell had intended to use these five successfully transformed inferior demons to teach the local priests and night watchmen of the Gold Coin Church a lesson!
It's not meant to be used as a toy for these undead spirits that don't even have the meaning of being killed!
When the fifth inferior demon was killed and the undead still did not know when to stop and tried to explore in the direction of the big house, Hannah Connell's patience reached its limit.
"You filthy maggots, you will pay for your offense--!"
The players who entered the courtyard heard the sound of glass breaking. They looked up and found that the luxurious floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor of the big house at the end of the courtyard were smashed. A female BOSS with flying golden hair, white eyes, and blood mist wings on her back, muttered lines that the players could not understand, and swooped down towards the players with murderous intent.
"Fuck, this boss is so handsome!"
"This monster can fly? How do we defeat it?"
"Disperse quickly, disperse quickly!"
The big BOSS that came roaring with dark blood mist was indeed very powerful. The fragile walker wizard players who were crowded too tightly and could not disperse quickly were just caught by the pair of blood mist wings that looked like decorations and were killed instantly on the spot. Several people died.
A knight player found out that his love exclusive healer was dead, and he flew into a rage: "You can fly, so what? Look at me, you bastard!"
Hannah Connell's mental strength was far higher than that of an average player with a potential value of 200, so she was unsurprisingly immune to this provocation.
The other knight players didn't believe it and shouted "grandson" and "bastard" and used provocative skills... but all were ineffective.
The BOSS swept over like a gust of wind, then turned back in mid-air, roaring and flying towards the crowd.
"Go ahead, knight! Can't even the boss stop you?!"
The monster flying in the air was very fast, and it was impossible to aim the output skills. The players had to stand still and wait. They were caught by the BOSS's huge pair of blood mist wings and were either killed or seriously injured. A group of players were very anxious.
"The BOSS level is too high, and it is immune to provocations!" The knight players were very frustrated.
"Do you know how to play knight? Shield down!"
"I can't even throw my shield away, and I'm going to hit you with my shield? Are you stupid? If you can do it, come on!"
The BOSS didn't care about the players' mood. It swooped back and forth four or five times, each time taking away a few squishy creatures who couldn't dodge in time. Nearly twenty people were killed in a row. The players finally realized that this monster could not be dealt with while flying, and they all hid under landscape trees, next to flower beds, and the like.
The Darcy family's courtyard was quite lush, with evergreen landscape trees such as osmanthus, privet, and pine, which were all quite strong. Hannah Connell's dive could cut off the treetops, but she really couldn't do anything about the undead that were about to fall to the ground. She simply stopped in the air, swung her arms and turned them into a long whip of blood mist, rolling towards the players who were playing dirty games.
"Opportunity!" After observing for a long time, En Bu Zeng's eyes lit up and he shouted loudly in the team channel, "The monster has stopped! All the surviving mages come out!"
The girl waved her bone claws and jumped out from the flower bed where she was hiding. She swung her thick wooden staff and threw dark blessings and shadow power onto the BOSS's blood mist wings.
The "vampire strategy" developed by the Obsessed Learning Group when they hunted the first vampire was said to be kept secret, but within the player group, keeping it secret is not that easy... Who doesn't have a few friends and relatives who are hostile to them? Who can really be so heartless and not tell a word when friends and relatives ask for information?
Since the previous BOSS could be dealt with by the method of conquering the sewer souls when it turned into mist, then the BOSS's blood mist-like wings can also be dealt with - this is the idea of no increase in entropy.
Her idea turned out to be correct... No matter what form a vampire takes, it is essentially still a high concentration of dark energy, and dark energy cannot repel dark energy, just like the sea cannot reject sewage mixed in with the sea water.
Twenty or so wizard players simultaneously "enthusiastically" gifted the vampires with mixed and unfamiliar dark energy. Hannah Connell's blood mist wings, which were as flexible as her arms, quickly lost control and she fell from the sky with a cry of "Ah"...
The players who had previously been forced to take the beating were overjoyed, and they pounced on the boss like mad dogs, throwing countless skills at its wings...
"Don't let this bastard fly again!!"
Players, both men and women, were using their skills crazily, all of them were roaring with red eyes, and they had no intention of showing mercy just because the BOSS was cool and handsome... Anyway, no matter how beautiful the model was, it was still a BOSS. If Sylvanas entered the dungeon, the residents of Undercity would not be polite at all.
Hannah Connell is not weak.
She was a Rhinelander who had received blood "gifted" by a vampire grand duke four hundred years ago. According to the custom of vampires being ranked by age (after becoming vampires), she was a vampire viscount.
The longer a vampire lives, the more difficult it is to deal with. Hannah Connell would not blend into a conspicuous big family like the Simpson's, but hide among the middle class, changing her identity to a safe one every ten years or so. So far, not to mention being dealt with by the church, the Gold Coin Church doesn't even know that there is such a hidden vampire female baron like her.
Just like this time when she was ordered to sneak into Innaderi to avenge her dead compatriots, she seemed arrogant and chose the most prestigious Darcy family first, but in fact she was paving the way for herself in advance - the Darcy family was completely wiped out, and they were wiped out in the central city where the nobles were concentrated. The local nobles would inevitably fall into panic and would inevitably do everything they could to get the church to send people to protect them.
As long as Hannah Connell uses the five inferior demons at hand to temporarily hold back the people of the church and get out of the church's sight for a while, she can abandon her current identity, use the human skin prepared in advance and packed in a suitcase to change into an anthropomorphic disguise, and leave openly, thus achieving the goal of shocking the Innadeli people with a bloody massacre and escaping unscathed.
With Hannah Connell's ability, implementing such a plan should be foolproof.
However, this vampire baroness forgot to take the undead into account... These active Tarantan undead will not ignore your good baby just because you don't provoke them.
One wrong move and the whole game is lost.
Under the unfair siege of the undead, which was eight times more than the Addicted Study Group that surrounded Baron Simpson that day, and the undead were immune to the main attack method of the vampires, Hannah Connell could not last longer than Baron Simpson. She could only desperately beat dozens of undead into white light before dying in despair.
When Bishop Lee Gene rushed to Sunset Boulevard with his men, there were no large groups of undead moving around on the street. Instead, the families next door to Viscount Darcy's had sent out their servants to peek out from the gates and walls of their houses, watching for something.
Bishop Lee Gene urged the coachman to speed up and drive the carriage to the gate of Darcy's mansion. As soon as he opened the door, he gasped.
The front door of Darcy's house was open, and the stone pavement at the entrance looked like it had been frolicking by a large monster, with large pieces of stone slabs flipped over.
The originally beautiful and grand courtyard was in a mess, as if it had been trampled by hundreds of bison. Shrubs, ornamental trees, flower beds, fountains, and even cobblestone paths were all destroyed.
Bishop Lee Gene walked into the courtyard quickly and nervously, sensing the presence of a vampire.
But this smell was not strong, instead it seemed to be gradually dissipating.
"...late again?" Bishop Li Gene was a little numb. He came as soon as he heard the news without any delay.
These Tarantan undead... well, he sensed again the very unpleasant stench that was like kitchen waste. This was the smell left by people who died from being contaminated by vampires. It seemed that although these undead were faster than him, they were still a step slower.
The Darcy family had encountered such a serious disaster. Even though Bishop Gene was walking in the devastated courtyard of the Darcy family, he still didn't feel it was real... This was really shocking. The old Bishop Gene needed some time to accept the reality.
When they were still some distance away from the big house, Bishop Gene and the people he brought saw... countless undead spirits, looting property unscrupulously in the Darcy family's mansion.
They all stood at the steps in front of the house. The undead didn't even give them a glance. They were still concentrating and skillfully using a knife to pry the silver candlesticks nailed to the wall of the living room, pulling the gold trim on the portrait frame, and packing the small ornaments in the display cabinet into the removed curtains...
Pastor Bert, who came with Bishop Gene to help, was almost dumbfounded: "Lord, Your Excellency, Bishop, don't you need to stop them?"
"... Let's first look for any survivors of the Darcy family." Bishop Gene wisely ignored this.
This group of undead have had the habit of looting the scene ever since they pretended to be humans to deal with the "Redwall Farm" incident. He has to rely on this group of undead to eliminate vampires, so naturally he won't do stupid things that will make the undead hate him.
Wise Bishop Lee Gene bypassed the undead who were obsessed with confiscating the house and entered the house. He went through dozens of rooms upstairs and downstairs, and found several pools of rotten meat in the utility room and servant's room on the first floor, the study and living room on the second floor, the bedroom on the third floor, and the attic on the fourth floor.
The pieces of rotten flesh found on the third floor were mixed with torn gorgeous nightgowns, tattered adult male home clothes with silver buttons on the remaining cuffs, long skirts belonging to adult women... and even children's clothes.
Bishop Jean sighed softly, lowered his head, and prayed for the old viscount and his family who had unfortunately died.
Viscount Darcy was not a devout believer and was always complaining about the tithe paid to the church. But after all, this was Bishop Gene's "old neighbor" with whom he had lived for decades. The tragic incident that happened to their family made Bishop Gene regret taking over the trouble caused by Rachel's family.
After praying, Bishop Gene, who seemed to have aged a few years, asked someone to notify the Darcy family members who remained in the fiefdom of Kane Town and various farms, and then walked to the corridor alone and opened the windows for ventilation.
"Such a tragedy must not happen again." Bishop Gene took a breath of the chilly fresh air and secretly made up his mind, "Even if there are hidden dangers... I can't care about it. Let the undead take the initiative to attack and eliminate those hateful vampires!"
After making the decision, Bishop Gene left someone to deal with the scene and left first, thinking about how to respond to the request made by Phoenix, the second daughter of the Odysseus family a few days ago.
Phoenix came with a large sum of money. Although he rejected the other party at that time, the generous Phoenix did not take the money away. Instead, she said that she would be willing to wait patiently for the church's reply and left the two cash boxes in the church.
Bishop Gene didn't dare to take the money himself, so he decided to send it to the Holy Land to avoid any trouble caused by the undead in the future and he would have to take the blame alone.
When Bishop Gene, who was full of thoughts, went down to the first floor... the undead spirits who originally thought that the people of their church did not exist, for some reason, became interested in him and swarmed around him.
Some of the undead opened and closed their jaws, making "KABAKABA" sounds, as if they were trying to communicate with Bishop Jean; some of the undead rudely waved their bone claws back and forth in front of Bishop Jean, as if trying to attract his attention; and some of the undead were even more rude and stretched out their claws to touch the priest robe on Bishop Jean and the priest scepter in his hand.
Bishop Gene expressionlessly slapped away the bone claws that were touching him, forcibly ignored these arrogant guys, and walked out without looking around.
He knew very well that if he was not calm and responded to the harassment from these undead, they would become more aggressive.
"...We need to warn Ms. Phoenix and her men to keep a distance from these undead spirits."
Bishop Gene strode away, and the players who had failed to entangle him were quite dissatisfied:
"What the hell, it's just a cutscene NPC!"
