The lord has finally permitted the roosters to crow. The time to exterminate the vermin infesting Hongyuan... has come.
| HP | 75,0 + (2,5*lvl) |
| DEF |
| Trigger | Dialogue |
|---|---|
| Identity Acquisition | The lord has finally permitted the roosters to crow. The time to exterminate the vermin infesting Hongyuan... has come. |
| Morning Greeting | It's so boring to just sit on a perch and doze off... I hope the new lord calls upon us roosters soon. |
| Afternoon Greeting | Lunch...? I've got to let off some of this steam first. If I'm not getting sent on a mission today, I'm gonna have to go beat up—I mean, spar with a fellow rooster. |
| Evening Greeting | Leave it to roosters to count the night(使鷄司夜). The sun's set, but if you don't mind the whole world finding out about the deed, why don't you leave it to us roosters instead of snakes or rabbits? |
| Chatter #1 | From the moment we were infused with the You Boluses, the roosters are cursed with an endless hunger for battle. To find a field of war where blood rains and embers rise, to spread and thrash our wings there! ... And that became our only joy in life. |
| Chatter #2 | Each one of the twelve branches of the Heishou inspire fear in people for different reasons, but most of the average citizenry that're not involved with Hongyuan's politics fear us roosters the most. That's because the sight of our branch walking down the main street in serried ranks usually implies that... an all-out war's about to break out somewhere. |
| Chatter #3 | Once the mission begins, we'll jump and peck at every little thing, every brief passing shadow. So... keep your distance, huh? Unless you're one of us, I won't have the wherewithal to tell whether I'm ripping up an enemy or a friend. |
| Post-Uptie Chat 1 | You think jumping around all over the place makes me look clownish? I don't care. I don't care as long as I get to cut more of 'em down, as long as I get to enjoy the slaughter a little more... I cut, I cut, I cut, and I cut... that's all there is to it. |
| Post-Uptie Chat 2 | Xueyan(Bloodflame) Blade, ironically enough, doesn't have a long blade. Instead, there's a special H Corp. oil flowing inside—the kind of oil that sparks into flames from the friction of this weapon hitting blood. |
| Idle | ... We're alert even in sleep, so rest easy. |
| Uptying | There's nothing unfair about the way you're going out. It's not bad luck or the lord's disfavor that killed you here today. It's your weakness. |
| Deployment | The lord has given us feed... |
| Stage Entry | From the perch to the battlefield. |
| Viewed in Battle | ... Stop gawking around like a chicken in a battlefield. A rooster with a particularly violent streak might just peck you to death. |
| Commencing Attack | Spread my wings, and bore them with my talons. |
| Enemy Stagger | You're cornered. Nowhere to go. |
| Staggered | ... <i>*spits*</i> |
| Enemy Killed | ... Dead. Where to next... |
| Death | I wanted to see the sun rise... over this battlefield... |
| Check Passed | ... That ended even before I had the chance to heat up. |
| Check Failed | I must've been too drunk on the heat of battle... |
| Victory Cry | This isn't enough. This isn't enough to achieve my lord's goals. I gotta be wilder, hotter, and puff my feathers up. |
| Extra Conditions Fulfilled | A family has been reduced to ash(家門一消). Just give us roosters feed... and we'll make sure the sand circle's picked clean of any vermin. Now that you've seen how useful the roosters can be, my lord, command us to our next battlefield, so that we may spread our wings there. |
| Defeat Wail | My talons may break... my wings may burn... and my flesh may tear, but... I need to fight... more...! More...! Nngh... |
Let's Get Battle-drunk
On Hit against targets that have 7+ <<((Burst))Rupture>>, (highest Reson. x 15)% chance to inflict 1 <<((Combustion))Burn>> (4 times per turn)
Combat End: If this unit has <<((Combustion))Burn>>, gain 1 <<((ChickenStance))Bloodflame [血炎]>>, 1 <<((CrimsonDamageUp))Wrath DMG Up>>, and 1 <<((ShamrockDamageUp))Gluttony DMG Up>> at the next Turn Start
Combat Start: Gain 1 <<((AttackUp))Offense Level Up>> and <<((DefenseUp))Defense Level Up>> for every 20% missing HP on self (max 3)
Bloodflame Blade [血炎刀]
CRIMSON x 3
When an ally with the fastest Speed inflicts <<((Combustion))Burn>> or <<((Burst))Rupture>> Potency with their Skills, inflict 1 <<((Combustion))Burn>> and <<((Burst))Rupture>> Potency (once per turn)
Oh, Let the Smell of Burning Blood...
Oh, Let the Smell of Burning Blood...
Oh, Let the Smell of Burning Blood...
Oh, Let the Smell of Burning Blood...
... Fuel My Rampage.
... Fuel My Rampage.
... Fuel My Rampage.
... Fuel My Rampage.
Bloodflame Massacre [血炎亂舞]
Bloodflame Massacre [血炎亂舞]
B-but did Daguanyuan not declare the end of the Family Hierarch war?
... As far as I know.
Then... what are they doing, marching down the main street in broad daylight...?
Red-crested gamefowls march grimly under the sun, at the hour when shadows are short.
There weren't any stomping of hooves or beating of drums, but anyone who'd been living in Hongyuan couldn't help but shrink with terror at the sight of this flock.
They... they seem to be marching toward Daguanyuan...
C-could it be treason?
Impossible... Ishmael of the Jia family may have had a relatively weak force, but... we've all seen it, haven't we?
... Yes, the victory was... uncontestable. She was bold, ambitious, and more importantly... legitimate.
Then just what in the world are they—? N-no, let's not linger on it. We best head back and lock ourselves inside. We do not want to get caught outside when those violent beasts do their thing...!
Merchants who were getting ready to open their stalls closed back up and locked themselves inside, while children who were about to leave were quickly ushered indoors by their parents.
The Heishou may indeed wield terrifying power, but it almost seems as though they are somewhat overreacting.
It need not be mentioned that the roosters were hardly the most powerful nor the most fear-inducing beasts of the Heishou Packs.
But no resident of Hongyuan found this behavior odd.
... Everyone in Hongyuan knew that, if roosters walk the streets, an all-out war must've broken out somewhere in Hongyuan.
By the time we get to Shi Xiaoling's room, they'll probably start turning the lights off in Hongyuan...
... so why'd the lord choose us for this mission, I wonder? Nighttime's usually for snakes and hares, isn't it?
No reason to hide and be all covert, that's why. I'm not complaining. Haven't you been getting tired of fighting amongst ourselves, sinking our claws into our own?
That's... I guess that's true.
Roosters have very little to do in times of peace.
At most they'd be summoned as guards, but even then, no one would really aim to give them an excuse to actually go all out.
But... not this master.
Xiaoling of the Shi family, huh... isn't he a member of the H Corp. board? The other board members won't be happy to hear this, I'm sure...
Maybe our lord's planning something big.
I wouldn't mind being used and discarded as pawns as long as I get discarded in a battlefield... but I'm pretty sure our current lord wouldn't waste us like that.
I guess so... he sure is something, I'll give him that. The way he wields the other branches is certainly a sight to behold.
Still... I hope the board of directors fights back.
If they do, they'll be sending soldiers of their own, right? Ah, it's so exciting! I've always wanted to be in fight after fight after fight...
Befitting the station of a member of the board, the room we walked into was awe-inspiringly wide...
... and impossibly tall, to the point where they could hardly gauge the distance between ground level and the top.
But none of it deterred the child; he giddily grabbed his weapon and marched on.
The lord commanded that this was to be an extermination, so let's sweep from floor to floor.
Toward the absolute joy of battling that awaited him.
T-this should be more than enough defenses, right?
Sir, your room is filled from top to bottom with all kinds of deadly traps. Not even serpents or hares would find it easy to infiltrate.
You only have to survive until the motion of no confidence is put to vote, and flee through the secret exit—
S-sir, it's an emergency! It's the roosters! The gamefowls are rising to this floor!
... What?
Oh look, everyone's here.
Indeed, it seemed that they triggered every trap on their way up here.
The flock of roosters standing by the door were practically torn to shreds, their skin and flesh cut to ribbons and hanging loose, their feathers broken and bloodied...
... But their bloodshot eyes only burned with mad ferocity.
The pain and struggle only seemed to invigorate them, as their every move seemed to be practically vibrating with excitement.
…….
Those mad roosters can't be negotiated with, sir! You have to run!
The soldiers moved to attack, but they were no match for the battle-high roosters.
Even when they were somehow able to lodge a battle axe in their shoulders, their thrashing only grew wilder...
And when their legs were broken, they would drag themselves across the floor with their arms just to get another hit in.
The mad dance of roosters finally met their match... only after most of the soldiers were wiped out.
So they're the fabled roosters, eh?
A sizable, rather expensive-looking workshop gear swept the room...
... and in a blitz, turned two overzealous roosters to mush.
Perhaps they saw a glimmer of hope...
The survivors all ran to hide behind the honored guest of the house.
I thought the Family Hierarch war was over. Or am I a little behind on news?
J-just protect us! Save us, and we will make it worth your while... Please...
Haah... looks like I'll be pulling some emergency contract fees tonight.
…….
Alright! Come get m—uh? Huh?!
He confidently stepped forward... only to be flabbergasted.
None of the roosters were going after him.
He swings his weapon, crushes a rooster's leg, but none of them even bat an eye in his direction.
The roosters weren't going after him... they were obsessively going after the family and their soldiers.
Y-you damn chickenshits, come here! Fight me!
I'm sorry, we roosters don't want a good fight.
We're just looking for more fights, that's all.
The guest, despite his efforts, was only able to protect just one or two major members of the family... but he could not stop the massacre that took place.
In a chaotic storm of blades, dozens of lives were lost; and the flaming swords of the roosters burned up any hiding places to ash.
Indeed, the roosters weren't looking for a good fight.
They were looking to get into as many as they could. And to drench themselves in the hottest clashes, the fighting roosters would turn away from the mighty, and instead go off to seek different battlefields.
But one of them, the child, was staring quietly into the guest's eyes with an indiscernible look... before slowly walking up to him.
You...
By this point, the guest was hyperventilating, his arms tired and hanging by his side. The trembling in his legs seemed to suggest that he was barely standing.
And he realized that the look in the child's eye had changed to that of a hunter's, eyeing his prey.
If you really were strong... so strong that you would prove too much for the roosters... then you wouldn't have been staring at our flock. You would've been met by a tiger.
Our new lord's... particularly good with wielding the Heishou.
... Let's spark the Bloodflame blade.
The guest barely manages to parry the child's strike away, but that single clash was enough for him to realize that he was spent, that he couldn't handle even a single rooster.
He turned tail, abandoning those he agreed to protect, but one of the roosters on the ground, whom he had thrashed to mulch earlier, suddenly came to and grabbed his ankle.
Let go, dammit! Let go!
As for the rest... the child barely had to do anything.
The roosters, high on blood and battle, were dancing in an endless party of death.
Hold on, I... I surrender! Feed me an Anamnaworm, make me write a contract... whatever your lord wants!
Oh, but we can't do that. Once the Bloodflame blade begins to burn... I can hardly let it go out.
Wanna know something? The sword keeps itself burning via the friction of blood against oil.
Which means... we can't stop the bloodshed.
Perhaps the child's master would've taken the guest under his wing. He was rather capable, after all.
But unfortunately for him, the child and his flock of roosters weren't thinking about something so grand as 'the future of Hongyuan'.
Knngh...
... They were just happy to kill.