"What the fuck is happening? Why did those blood suckers turn into red mist?" A scout stood amid, the clanging of falling weapons on the ground.
Beside him, another guy, who was just exchanging blows with an enemy vampire, watched as the red mist that became his enemy flew in a certain direction. It overlapped with other red mist around. "The hell?" The sword of his opponent fell to the ground at this moment.
"It probably has something to do with their leader. I saw their leader who was fighting the General of the Army just now flee."
"Really? Hahaha! So this means we've won? Damn it! We finally won! HAHAHAHA! Fuck those vampires and their ancestors!"
