Do You Need a Hand?

Boom!

Just as the Noble Vampire Kazamir cursed Emperor Varan to die, a body came crashing into their battlefield like a cannonball, creating a small crater. Shortly after, a person crawled out.

Emperor Varan's gaze zoomed in on the pale-skinned person with a heavy heart; it was another vampire—one with a stronger aura than Noble Vampire Kazamir.

Meanwhile, Kazamir's rage slightly cooled down by the sudden interruption. He quickly recognized the crashlanded vampire and became surprised.

It was Lord Grimbald, the Noble Vampire holding the fifty-eighth rank in the Night Parade. He was a Late-stage Demigod. Even if his strength was suppressed to Mid-stage Demigod, no one in the Great Ratholos Empire should be his opponent.

"Lord Grimbald, who sent you crashing here? Did you underestimate your foe?" Kazamir asked with surprise, respect, annoyance, and even glee.

He was glad he wasn't the only vampire to be humiliated by inferior beings.