Regardless of whether it fit the style or not, this was indeed what Heiserana's mad force looked like. Heiserana herself also appeared quite confident in her elite troops. At her command, a group of Vampires in black robes hurried forward from the side, carrying all kinds of bizarre holy artifacts. They splashed a liquid glowing with a silvery-white shimmer over the RPGs and submachine guns of every Bloodkin warrior—of course, the aerial bombs weren't left out either. They chanted strange incantations. The ritual had faint traces of Christianity to it, but was also somewhat different. Clearly, it was a blessing ritual closer to ancient occult arts—or perhaps one these crazy Vampires had developed themselves. The exorcising power produced by the holy ritual caused a thin layer of smoke to form around the Vampires in response, but such mild scorching was nothing to these warriors. They could maintain peak combat capability for several hours under the exorcising power. This was only the beginning.
"This is my trump card, only recently assembled." Heiserana hugged the bear with a smug look, her smile almost feral. "Bethmos should be grateful that I failed to reach an agreement with those people in the Middle East last month."
"What do you mean by stockpiling all this stuff?" Jean stared at Heiserana. "Are you trying to destroy the entire city?! Or are you planning to..."
"Don't be so nervous. This stuff isn't enough to destroy the whole city, and it isn't meant to deal with you either." Heiserana grinned at Jean. "Of course, I admit I occasionally have thoughts like that... But mainly, it's for self-defense. I know our family isn't exactly popular in this city. It's full of old fossils, and those rotten old fogeys have never truly respected Bloodkin like us, who don't even possess