"Commander, Agni and the Star Lions are steadily reducing the revival count of the 'bloodhounds.' There is no need to deploy the Thunder Spears."
King Bradley, clad in a blue officer's uniform with a black coat draped over his shoulders, nodded.
"Good work. How many casualties?"
"Fifty-six soldiers killed, fourteen seriously wounded, and two hundred and thirteen lightly wounded. We have also lost four Star Lions."
That meant nearly three hundred casualties. An infantry battalion only had a thousand men in total.
It was clear just how terrifying blood monsters like the Baskerville Bloodhounds were.
"Commander, Target One has entered the shadow dimension again and is approaching our base at a speed of 146 meters per second."
King Bradley abruptly looked up at the large screen and sneered. "So he finally couldn't hold back anymore."
Indeed, under the alternating attacks of the five Prism Towers, Alucard had been pinned firmly in place, unable to take even a single step forward.
He had no choice but to accept reality and slip into the shadows beneath his feet.
He intended to go straight to their doorstep and have a face-to-face talk with the commander.
But during this process,
Alucard began recalling the Baskerville Bloodhounds.
The Astral Realm soldiers scattered throughout the area discovered in astonishment—
The Baskerville Bloodhounds that had been pouncing forward just a second ago
suddenly turned into pools of blood in midair, falling to the ground and flowing toward the nearest shadows.
Even the bloodstains in every corner of the ground began flowing as though alive.
The blood inside the dead Astral Realm soldiers lying on the ground also began rapidly draining away.
In the blink of an eye, they had become pale, shriveled corpses.
Such a horrifying blood-soaked scene
made everyone present swallow unconsciously, their faces filled with