"Laine!!!" Veronica and Teresa's voices rang out one after the other, as Teresa unleashed six Arcane Missiles in a fury, beams of energy chasing after the Blood Red Duke.
The Blood Red Duke's enraged face was suffused with boundless madness. Filled with hatred, he glanced at the burning siege camp, pulled the reins of the Zombie Dragon, and dodged the energy beams.
He had rushed here riding the dragon after receiving a message from the Vampire Lord, but he was still late! The siege weapons were destroyed, and they couldn't take Turis quickly!
Thinking of this, the Blood Red Duke's face twisted entirely. He hated, hated all the Brittania Knights. He once was the Duke of Aquitaine and was supposed to become the king of Brittania.
Pulling the reins, the Blood Red Duke charged once again towards Laine, who landed amidst the fires, roaring like a beast in response. Holding the Warhammer, the Blood Red Duke drew the Aquitaine Sword from its scabbard in response.
