Chapter 302 (1/2)
Regardless of the absurdity of it, Hessiana’s Daredevils were indeed decked out as such, and by the look on her face, she had every confidence that her elite strike force would do their job. At her order, a group of vampires, clad in black robes came forward. In their hands were a bunch of odd-looking sacred relics. They started pouring a white, almost silvery liquid on the Daredevils’ RPGs and assault rifles. The bulk of it was of course, reserved for the bombs.
The “priests” were chanting some sort of bizzare incantation and the whole process looked almost like a Catholic ritual, but there were differences. This was clearly more akin to some ancient benedictorial ceremony, or something this bunch of lunatics just cooked up. The benediction process imbued the weapons with powers to excorcise their foes. Meanwhile, a thin mist started to form around the vampires. However, this light burn meant nothing to these warriors. They were capable of going hours on end under this power and this was just the begining.
“This is my recently assembled trump card,” Hessiana said with a gleeful smirk on her face as she hugged her teddy bear. “Bethanos should count himself lucky. I didn’t settled my negotiations with the arms merchants from the middle east last month.”
“What is with this hoard of weapons?” Zeon stared blankly at Hessiana. “You don’t mean to tear the whole city down do you? Or do you mean to…”
“Oh, don’t you worry. These toys won’t blow the city apart and I’m not planning to use it against you either.” Hessiana giggled. “Sure, I’ve thought about it once in a while… but no, it’s mainly for self-preservation. I know my family isn’t well-received in the city. All those stubborn, rotten-to-the-core idiots have never truly respected us—a family of vampires without a ‘proper lineage’. I know what they’ve been calling us behind our backs: violent mongrels, sewer rats, beggars in king’s clothes… They wouldn’t dare say it in front of us, but I can’t even count the times they’ve verbally stabbed us behind our backs. So, I need to make sure I have the capability to wipe their insufferable smirk off their faces any time of the day.”
Hessiana pointed towards her Daredevils as she laughed. “The good boys and girls here have all went through proper military training. Since World War I, I’ve allowed them to play with these toys that humans have made. The people here should count themselves lucky. No one has dared to cross us in the last hundred odd years… until today.”
Zeon’s face was a steely green. He realised the true horrifying power of these young vampires that took the same path as Vivian. It was not mere strength or rhetoric, it was their ability to think and adapt.
…Well, pretty much everyone in the shelter who was stuck in time was f*cked, himself included.
Zeon Lucas could only sigh as he crossed his arms. “Well, thankfully we are allies today… But, how effective are these against otherworldlings anyway? Have you tried it before?”
“Of course.” Hessiana pointed towards her men again. “Humans are a race that we really need to marvel at. They’re weak in flesh and because they’re weak in flesh, they’re willing to go tooth and limb to master powers beyond their mortal self. That has ensured their survival in this planet. With fire and explosions, they’ve created weapons that have far exceeded the powers of many supernatural races. Their only shortcoming is that they lack the ability to counter magic. Your usual bullets may maim and kill, but most of the time their power is drastically reduced by magically enhanced bodies or barriers. Hence, I thought to imbue these weapons with enchanments; sprinkle some holy water on the weapons, carve some spell runes on the bullets or even use blessed silver to make the projectiles. Sure, they may not be as effective against otherworldlings as they are against humans, but believe me, these toys will make those Shadelings cry ‘mommy’.”
Each and every one of the weapons on hand were technological marvels. They had been reconfigured from the inside out to counter any form of magical protection. The weapons themselves were imprinted with long lasting enchantments and sacred materials. Before they even go into combat, they would be further blessed with holy water and other temporary buffs. Hao Ren believed that all the gears present were at least very least, rare items with Holy Attributes +10, Critical Hit +15 and Hit Rate +100…
Zeon looked at Hessiana. “…This would need some massive overhaul… You can’t purchase this kind of stuff, how do you do it?”
Hessiana grinned. “I’m not stupid. How can I let you in on that? Go figure it out yourself.”
Zeon rubbed his nose as he gave out an awkward laugh. Lily too had finally realised something. “These wouldn’t be cheap, no?”