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The swarm of Blood Lizards that drilled out of Blood Thorn's body displayed considerable combat strength.

The first vampires to arrive upon hearing the news were merely Blue Blood Knights.

"Screech! Screech!"

The Blood Lizards let out piercing cries and pounced in a swarm.

Under the influence of the Minute Law, every Blood Lizard inherited a small portion of Blood Thorn's power.

Therefore.

These little creatures were by no means weak.

The vampires saw only crimson shadows shooting out from around the skeletons.

They could not make out what they were at all.

Then.

The Blood Lizard swarm began feeding.

Agonizing bites tore through the vampires' bodies, drawing one scream after another from them.

They desperately flailed their arms and used their combat techniques with all their strength, trying to drive away the Blood Lizards.

But it was completely useless.

Whenever a crimson shadow flashed past, it savagely tore a chunk of flesh from its prey.

Very soon.

Amid miserable screams, several Blue Blood Knights fell.

A huge swarm of Blood Lizards surged forward and completely submerged them, gnawing them down to bare bones in only a few breaths.

At this point.

The disturbance inevitably spread.

Three Mystic Adept-level vampires, the so-called Red Blood Nobles, led a group of Blue Blood Knights in surrounding the great hall so tightly that not even water could pass through.

An even fiercer battle immediately erupted.

Using the complex terrain inside the hall to their advantage, the Blood Lizards formed small squads and proactively attacked the vampires.

Their methods of attack carried more than a hint of wolves hunting in packs.

Whenever a Blood Lizard attacked, it always chose a blind spot in its opponent's vision.

Other Blood Lizards darted past directly in front of their prey, drawing their attention.

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