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Chapter 862 Chapter 862: What a deal he had struck! Three hundred vampire warriors were lined up at his command, his reward for allying with the Vampire King of the South. Tonight, he would see his revenge fulfilled. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Fɪndηovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "This night marks the beginning of a new era!" he shouted, raising his sword. "An alliance forged with blood and purpose. Vampires and Urekai, fighting together." A cheer rose before him. "By the end of tonight, many Urekai will fall, for the greater good!

And though I cannot stay at the front, not under this cursed moon, I know you, my army, will bring me victory." "Victory is ours!" they roared. Zaiper's sword cut through the air. "Three hundred vampire soldiers will strike at the heart of Ravenshadow. Without their Great Rulers, my people are newborn, vulnerable, and disoriented. Tonight, we will take what was denied to us!" He turned, pointing ahead. "Now, go! Storm the gates!" The clash of steel echoed as the army charged forward at full speed. The massive gates of Ravenshadow were assaulted within seconds. The courtyard stood empty.

"Frederick, lead your men south!" Zaiper shouted to the vampire commander. "Everyone, move south!" Frederick ordered. The sound of hooves echoed off the cobblestones as the army flooded the heart of the city, spreading like a flood. Soldiers took positions at the intersections, flanking alleyways, prepared for ambushes. "What's going on?" Frederick slowed his mount. "Where are the civilians? Where is...?" A sharp whistle cut through the air. Arrows. Thousands of them. "Ambush!" roared Kelvin, Frederick's second-in-command.

"Take cover!" Every story starts at gαℓησνs․com The soldiers scattered, raising their shields, but the arrows came thick and fast. Spears followed. Zaiper narrowed his eyes. "Are they putting up a resistance?" he asked, urging his horse forward. "Let them. I could use some fun." He turned. "Frederick! Send men underground. I want the Chalice now. If it's not in the vault, check the Vortex Hall. Send a strong unit. They might run into a Great Ruler." Frederick nodded and sent out his scouts. Zaiper rode calmly toward the southern side. Still, not a soul. His lips curled into a smile. . . .