Late at night, several vampire-transformed bats hovered over the Northern Territory.
He flew very high, high enough that the Magic Cannon had difficulty hitting him.
They spread apart, scattered so that if an enemy came after them, they could quickly escape in different directions.
The wind howled.
Below, there was a sound.
At first, it was very light, like the wailing of the night wind passing through the valley, but upon listening carefully, it was not the wind.
Puki, Puki, Puki, Puki...
A neat, endless sound, thousands upon thousands of Puki trampling the frozen earth.
Under the moonlight, countless Puki formed massive formations, endless, stretching to the horizon of the vampires' view, blending with the night.
The speed of the Puki's march was not fast, but they could travel day and night.
Just like now, the Puki Masters took shifts day and night, resting in the bellies of Fat Otaku Puki controlled by other Puki Masters when it was their turn.
