"The battle lasted an hour. In the end, we killed the 8th Rank vampire earl Gwen, three Seventh Order viscounts, thirty barons, hundreds of knights, and tens of thousands of Blood Ghosts?"
"Yes, Grand Duke." Arthur lay in the hospital bed as he reported the situation to Lynn.
Camp Commander Siward had fallen in battle. Both his legs were broken, and he had lost one hand.
Nearly several hundred knights had died, and all the rest were seriously wounded.
An elite unit like this should always have fought heroes against heroes.
That was the only way to reduce casualties.
But now, these knights and elite soldiers had made up for the lack of Hero Units, managing to kill a great calamity by sheer force.
At that moment, Lynn understood even more why history had always revered Saintesses and heroes.
The Demon Race revered great demons and demon generals.
Although these elite units could be worn down and killed, the casualties were far too high.
And many of them were either Mechanism Monsters or Numerical Monsters. They had to counter their mechanisms with mechanisms, and match their numbers with numbers.
He had already understood what kind of combat power Saintesses and heroes possessed.
If these vampires hadn't been able to regenerate, the knights wouldn't have had to fight so hard or suffer such terrible losses.
According to the knights' accounts, these vampires had endless stamina. They simply couldn't be worn down!
And their attacks couldn't inflict any damage at all.
Unless a Mithril sword struck their bodies.
But for someone at the 6th Rank to gather enough strength to harm someone at the 8th Rank took a long time, and the enemy wasn't going to just stand there and let them hit.
In theory, it was impossible for someone at the