Kopofiel's complexion changed dramatically, "They've come, so soon."
This was not a pack of wolves controlled by vampires, but by dog demons, and if nothing went wrong, this would be the first and last thing it did for the refugee camp tonight.
By all rights, this wasn't something he should be doing himself.
After following the same person for too long, even his own personality had been influenced without him realizing.
Who says only devils can influence people?
People can also influence devils.
This matter mainly depended on who was in the dominant position.
Kopofiel urged his horse to sprint along the main thoroughfare of the refugee camp, shouting as he ran, "Within the count of ten, hide in the closest house to you, lock your doors and windows, plug your ears, get into the basement. After I finish counting to ten, don't open the door for anyone, including your husband, son, or wife. I'm starting the count now, one, two, three..."
