Chapter 302 (2/2)

“Premium player’s rage, heh.” Hessiana shrugged. “Our family never had a penchant for the luxurious life like your normal vampires. Heck, we don’t even hold banquets all that often. So, all the money we saved went into purchasing arms. We even have a couple of old Tiger tanks that we got from the Germans in the warehouse… Oh, right! Those! Eaton! Let those beasts out for a roar! Bring out the holy water pump! Give them a good bath!”

“Mistress… We can’t use holy water like this! We’ll run out of it sooner than we can replace it!” One vampire finally managed to muster the courage to calm Hessiana down.

That snapped Hessiana out of her excitement as she rubbed her chin. “Oh… so be it then… but still, bring them out for a blast or two. Let’s light the city up…”

Vivian finally lost it and smacked Hessiana in the back of her head. “There’s a limit to everything!”

The benedictorial ritual was completed by then and Hessiana’s Daredevils shrieked towards the sky and soon disappeared from their sights. These extremely armed group was a sight to behold. Their bat wings however, could only carry so much weight (that half-a-tonne bomb was just foul play) therefore, as they flew, they augmented themselves with weight-reducing magic or wind magic to drive themselves forward. Their plan was to rain hell upon Bethanos’ stronghold before the spell ended, and to clean up any remaining survivors.

Hessiana briefly explained their strategy. First, the team was to charge forth and lob the bombs onto the barrier. The impact would almost be close to taking out the energy barrier. After that, they would fire their RPGs into the mix and that should take the barrier out of action. They were to then douse holy water all over the place, cleansing the shadow energy around the area. Then, the assault team would fly in with guns blazing, and start hacking once they run out of ammunitions. They would also be setting the place on fire and shoud in theory, take out most of the stronghold. “I even sent a group to blow up the Bethanos Family Tomb and Memorial Hall. F*ckers, how dare they harm Lady Vivian. Don’t blame me for taking the fight up to their ancestors…”

Everyone around Hessiana started to break out in cold sweat. Lily quickly pulled Vivian’s arm as she nagged at her. “Look at what you’ve done. The lack of proper education and motherly love have drove her to this…”

The battle was spreading throughout the city at this point.

There were no talks, no negotiations, no quarter, no mercy. The shadelings had dared to provoke the vampires and now, the latter were striking back with vengeance. This was how the unusual creatures operated. When they fought, it was until the end unlike humans, who would still try to talk things out. Thus, Hao Ren and his merry little band were also dragged into the heat of battle. They followed Hessiana towards the territory of Bethanos on the far side of the city. Before they could even reach the hot zone, thundering explosions roared some distance away.

Zeon Lucas had already left the group as he led his family to fend off the invading shadelings. The fighting had already escalated from a skirmish to an outright battle. The northeastern side of the city was laid in crimson as flames erupted across the battlefield. That was the Lucas’ fight.

Another explosion lit the skies with a murderous din and after the initial flash cleared, a whole portion of the stronghold was ablaze. The Daredevils’ bombing run had just ended and they were now firing their RPGs towards any surviving ground forces. Hessiana’s ears perked up as she caught the noise of combat from the other side of town and unease appeared across her face. “This doesn’t sound right… That movement doesn’t seem to be coming from Zeon’s side…”

The cacophony of combat started to come from all sides of the city. Even smaller families who kept themselves hidden to weather through the storm of battle started sending word of some unusual movement. The flames of combat were starting to come from behind them as well and now the whole city was on fire. Things were clearly not right.

Suddenly, a frantic voice rang out from Hessiana’s communicator, which was hanging down her chest. “Mistress! Demon hunters! The demon hunters are here!”