But when the shockwaves of the explosion tore through the air and echoed with earth-shattering force, not a single person in the scene turned into a corpse.

Because in the instant the white light shone forth, they all transformed into undead beings enveloped in will-o'-the-wisps.

This is the necromancer using the power of soul fire to allow the living to embrace death.

In this state, they will no longer fear death or be afraid of any attack.

Because they are the dead themselves.

August understood perfectly well, because the kingdom's Grand Duke was the most powerful necromancer.

Therefore, after Aurelion displayed her necromancer powers, he immediately used the anti-magic stone to guard against her.

In the end, despite his meticulous calculations, he overlooked the destruction of the anti-magic stone.

No, what truly caught him off guard was the appearance of those demi-humans.

Why would they obey Viktor's orders?

This is a terrible problem.

Even without the appearance of these demi-humans, August would not have lost so easily.

But now, how can he turn things around?

By the way, where is Earl Laureen? Where is Earl Laureen?!

Suddenly, August remembered something, raised his head, and shouted a name towards the courtyard, now a ruin:

"Count Laureen, Count Laureen!!!"

His cry seemed to pierce the sky, leaving countless noble lords who had turned into ghosts looking at each other in bewilderment.

Yes, where did Count Laureen suddenly go?

This is Earl Laureen's territory!

They had long harbored doubts, for this was Earl Laureen's territory.

Even amidst such a fierce battle, Earl Laureen's guards failed to appear.

Clearly, there must be something wrong with Earl Laureen.

And then there's Earl Laureen's daughter, who has actually been resurrected as a vampire...

At this moment, the nobles already had their own guesses.

Suddenly, crisp footsteps accompanied by the dull thud of a cane drifted slowly from afar.

Everyone was drawn to the sound of footsteps, and their eyes turned toward the source of the sound.

Count Laureen appeared not far away, leaning on his cane, and walked gracefully toward the crowd.

Under the blood-red light reflected in the night sky, the crimson glow illuminated his white hair.

His eyes were like scarlet jewels, full of depth and mystery.

Everyone looked at Earl Laureen in silence.

They had never realized that there was anything strange about Count Laureen's red eyes.

Now, after seeing so many vampires and blood clansmen, their suspicions have finally been answered.

Upon seeing Earl Laureen, Auguste urgently called out to him:

"Count Laureen, save me!"

However, Count Laurean simply stood there, calmly watching August.

The smile at the corner of his eye was like the light of the cold moon, and he said softly:

"Your Majesty, you have failed."

August was slightly taken aback and hadn't reacted yet when suddenly, the blood-red moon lit up, its deep red light shining down.

Like the first light before dawn, only this light carries a biting cold.

Under the glow of this blood-red light, August's body began to change.

Like a dying spark, signs of decay and death gradually appeared.

His once proud wings began to wither, like dead leaves gradually crumbling and scattering, and the red light in his eyes began to fade.

In that instant, his once incredibly powerful body became so ordinary.

His eyes widened as he felt the immortality he had long sought slipping away from his body.

August stared at the blood-red moon, his eyes wide with despair:

"No, why, no..."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Having absorbed all the blood energy brought by August, the blood moon in the sky became even more crimson.

Even the halo around the moon became larger, like a gluttonous demon proclaiming its satisfaction.

Earl Laureen bowed deeply to August and said sincerely:

"Thank you for everything you've done for me."

In that instant, Laureen's bowed body suddenly arched upwards.

The robes were torn, and a pair of enormous scarlet wings suddenly unfurled.

These wings were enormous; with a slight bend, they could encircle everyone present.

Moreover, what's even more terrifying is that...

These enormous wings, which blot out the sky, come in three pairs.

Its scarlet wings trembled beneath the sky, emanating an incredibly terrifying aura of blood.

The soft moonlight shone through the three pairs of wings, illuminating the veins on them with crystal clarity.

Earl Laureen raised his head again, and at that moment, his face underwent a noticeable change.

Red blood streaks gradually climbed up his face, his eyes turned bloodshot, and even his pupils turned into empty red.

He looked up and glanced at Priscilla in mid-air.

A hint of tenderness seemed to be hidden in his complex eyes.

Then, he took flight.

Like a thick, scarlet crescent moon hanging in the night sky behind him.

Earl Laureen slowly lowered his head, looking down at the crowd.

But in his gaze, only Victor was fixed on him.

The crimson emptiness in his eyes went completely mad, as if a beast had been unleashed its deepest cruelty:

"Now, it's time for our wrap-up work."

"Congressman Clementine."