My Players Are So Fierce

“Block it! Block it! Quick, where are the gunners? Block the back street!”

Meow King, holding the Crimson Witch’s Staff, was standing on the roof of a two-story building, issuing commands as night fell. However, he was no professional like Onboard Joy Stick, so his orders lacked precision and were based more on intuition.

Still, the little players had an “illustrious” performance today.

Thanks to their dishonorable daylight ambushes, they had already collected 22 vampire heads by dusk.

Of course, those vampires the little players could locate so easily were far from elite, just fringe members of the clan. Even after killing them, all they got were feeble Vampire Hearts, yielding no significant rewards.

But it proved that hunting vampires during the day posed little risk.

Especially with the Witch Hunters’ special potions and sword oils, making the task even easier, though the fanatical armed Blood Servants were more troublesome.

Fortunately, the players had strength in numbers, or they could have easily been ambushed and wiped out.

However, as night fell, the tide turned abruptly.