161. The Return of the King (Part One)

Translated by A Passing Wanderer

Edited by RED

Vampires were doubting their own eyes.

The spectacle unfolding before their eyes was like their worst nightmare imaginable brought to life.

The thick crimson fog summoned by the Vampire King was dissipating, and bright sunlight was pouring down from the heavens above.

The rain of blood also disappeared, replaced by white feathers of divinity falling from the sky.

"W-what should we do?! Tell us, what should we do!?" the Progenitor Vampires urgently shouted at their commander. This commander, a Count-class Vampire, couldn't say anything, however.

Why was he charged with making a decision here, anyway? No one had anticipated a situation like this!

The holy water produced by the Holy King had already risen up to the ankles of the vampires standing on the top of this mountain. There was a giant at least twenty metres high floating in the air, while below it was an army of holy undead clad in heavy armour.