One punch.
Mr. Assath's body flew back instantly, slamming into the Throne. Even with a Vampire's body, a clear depression could now be seen in his chest.
He truly lived up to the title of Hercules.
Heracles's two modified metal arms were like terrifying Great Killer Weapons... He approached Mr. Assath once more and reached out, grabbing Mr. Assath's head.
"An upper Vampire Noble is nothing special." The man with back muscles resembling a ghostly face pounded his fists into Mr. Assath's body. "There's still a long time until dawn. You'd better hold on."
Beneath the Throne, a group of Black Armored Warriors watched this scene in horror, their bodies utterly powerless. They could not even stand up.
The colorless and odorless poison permeating the air had nearly stripped them of the physical strength they prided themselves on... The servants, being ordinary humans, seemed unaffected.
But how could these ordinary human servants dare to act under such circumstances... Their loyalty was built solely upon the Vampires' terrifying martial power.
Perhaps there was even a trace of delight in the servants' eyes now.
At last, Heracles stopped throwing punches. Mr. Assath lay collapsed beneath the Throne like a pile of mud... Yet Heracles still seemed unsatisfied.
Just then, the hall doors swung open!
A handsome young man in golden armor slowly entered... At the young knight's side, two squads of fully armed warriors charged into the hall at the same time.
Seeing this, Heracles released his grip and threw the Mr. Assath he had just lifted down the steps.
The ruler of the City of Divine Blessing rolled down in a sorry state until he finally came to a stop.
"You came early." Heracles sneered from atop the Throne and began walking down step by step. "An upper Vampire Noble is