Beneath that enormous cloud, at least a thousand demons were gathered.

They each held a ball of light of a different color in their hands, channeling their different powers into the cloud, together supporting the cloud!

What do they want to do?

What are the vampire clans up to?

Number 11 gritted his teeth, constantly thinking in his mind, large beads of sweat sliding down his forehead.

Not just her, but every soldier on the battlefield looked up. They were so focused that they didn't even notice that the half-vampire had already quietly left the battlefield.

So much so that even though they were all so distracted, they didn't suffer a counterattack from the mixed-blood vampire.

"Look! There's someone flying under that cloud!"

Suddenly, someone in the army shouted, pointing at the clouds in the sky and exclaiming in surprise.

Upon hearing this, Number 11 suddenly understood. As if he had grasped something, he took down the binoculars hanging from his waist and gazed into the distance at the clouds.

Far below the clouds, Bourne looked down at his pocket watch, as if calculating something.

Behind him, a crowd of figures moved about, with many winged vampires hiding behind the beast, quietly awaiting Bourne's orders.

Soon, Bourne seemed to realize something. He put down his pocket watch, looked down at the location of Number 11, and frowned slightly, saying, "You've noticed something?"

But the next moment, Bourne's furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and he calmly said, "But it's too late!"

"All you demons, heed my command! Full speed ahead!"

[Sigh!]

The demons responded in unison and immediately accelerated forward, moving at high speed along with the clouds above them, like a wild and unruly rhinoceros that recklessly cleared obstacles across the grasslands of the sky, moving at an absurdly fast pace, and soon reaching the top of the army.

"Artillery, prepare! Heavy firepower to pierce the clouds!"

Silver Tooth #11 bites down, issuing the command.

These clouds can block out the sunlight, allowing pureblood vampires to move freely during the day.

No, it must be destroyed!

Soon, the cannons on the roofs of all the armored vehicles were aimed at the sky, and missiles were poised to be launched, awaiting the command from No. 11.

Number 11 closed her eyes, then slowly opened them again. With a deep breath to calm herself, she let out a long sigh and screamed:

"Fire!"

Boom boom boom boom boom!

In an instant, dozens of missiles shot into the sky, spreading an aura of destruction that seemed to possess an undeniable power, capable of annihilating anything that came into contact with them.

However, faced with such a vast number of missiles, Bourne quietly lowered his altitude, reached out his hand, and actually tried to grab the missiles.

Bang!

The missile exploded, releasing thick plumes of smoke.

The next second, a hand covered in frost emerged from the thick smoke and swept it away.

Bourne's figure gradually came into view. Half of his body had been blown off by a missile, yet he remained fearless and indifferent, as if he felt no pain.

The next second, dozens of vampires sprang out from behind him, rushing to block the missile with their own bodies!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Missiles exploded one after another, but they didn't damage the clouds in the slightest.

All the missiles were intercepted by the vampire himself, at the cost of having half of his body blown up.

Bourne's expression hardened slightly, and he slowly began to speak: "Fellow countrymen..."

"...Dinner's ready!"