"How... how is this possible..."
He muttered to himself, his face ashen.
"A mere vampire can actually invade our territory?"
"Could it be... could it be Heaven's will to destroy my race?"
"Master! It's terrible..."
A subordinate rushed into the grand hall in panic, almost stumbling.
"According to the scout's report, Zhang Beixing's army is already at the gates!"
"If we don't do something, I'm afraid..."
"Silence!"
Michael admonished sharply, unwilling to accept this fact.
But soon, he calmed down.
He looked out the window and pondered for a long while.
"Alright, since that's the case, let's have a showdown with that vampire!"
He gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with battle intent.
"Issue the order, summon all the Holy Knights. We must kill that demon without fail!"
"Yes, Master. We swear to defend the Holy City, not letting the monsters advance a single step further!"
The subordinate responded promptly, full of fighting spirit.
