The smooth marble instantly cracked open.
"Bastard! Pass the order down, all cultists, at any cost, must stop that demon!"
With a command, thousands of troops, mighty and grand, set out.
Sworn to a bloody battle to the end with that arrogant Vampire.
"Zhang Beixing, wait for me! I want to see how long you can remain arrogant!"
The Pope gritted his teeth, his eyes red.
He knew this battle concerned the survival of the Holy See.
If lost, there might never be a day of recovery.
However, faced with the overwhelming Dark Legion.
The defenders of the Holy City were retreating step by step.
Even the Holy Knights, known as undefeated, crumbled in this killing flood.
"How could this be... Lord, is light destined to be enveloped by darkness?"
Countless believers knelt on the ground, tears streaming.
They simply couldn't understand why the dignified Holy See suffered such a severe blow.
How terrifying is that Vampire King?
Just as everyone was at a loss, a sudden change occurred.
