087. Ruppel Olfolse -5 (Part One)

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Aslan's nobles, manservants, and maids were fleeing from the royal palace. Even the empire's Paladins stationed inside had evacuated in haste as well.

The members of the Order of the Crimson Cross stared at the palace while restricting the Third Imperial Prince.

Oscal Baldur and White Olfolse had to temporarily stop their Vampire hunt, their expressions gradually hardening.

All of them stood on the spot and stared at the apocalyptic sight of a portion of Aslan's royal palace collapsing, then a skeleton king's massive figure making its appearance among the falling debris.

"What on earth is that now?!"

White was in the middle of yanking a Vampire's head off from its torso when this happened. His jaw dropped to the floor as astonishment filled up his mind.

On the other hand, Oscal was making a somewhat indifferent expression. "...The undead king, is it?"