The sound of battle echoed through the night.
Wave after wave of the United Army's siege continued.
Various factions launched their attacks, leaving no respite for the Blood Race Royal Court's defending forces.
Even the countless Ghouls could only leave their corpses scattered across the ground at this moment.
Right at the edge of the battlefield.
A massive pile of Ghoul corpses lay there, with flames constantly burning them.
The entire battlefield was filled with the stench of charred flesh.
And at the center of the Royal Capital.
In the towering castle.
At this moment, there were very few Blood Race left in the castle, making it almost like a ghost city.
On top of a spire at its pinnacle.
The king of the Blood Race stood silently on the balcony, hands behind his back, gazing at the direction of the battlefield.
"Kill, come quickly, I can hardly wait."
Perhaps because his ideal was about to be realized.
