Just as Loris descended like a divine soldier and unleashed her full might, Makelele finally arrived at the scene with the Order of the Radiant Heart.
Like all friendly forces, they always arrived only after the most critical moment had passed. Was this what people meant by, "My teammates are always late"?
Of course, Makelele and the others had not deliberately arrived late. In fact, they had rushed here at full speed. The problem was that someone had not wanted them to make it. On their way over, a group of Slaughter Cult members who knew where they had come from ambushed them. Every one of them feared neither death nor injury and fought with extreme madness. Moreover, within the city, the paladins had to watch out for the safety of others, so they had genuinely been held up for a while.
Otherwise, even if they had crawled, they would have reached the battlefield long ago. After all, the Temple District was not far from the Upper West Side.
When Makelele saw Serilef slumped weakly on the ground, his heart immediately leapt into his throat. But this was not the time for words. He raised the slightly battered longsword in his hand and charged straight at the Bloodhulks Loris was beating up. His most urgent task now was to destroy these monsters as quickly as possible!
The other paladins followed suit and immediately launched a joint assault on the Bloodhulks.
When Pestilen saw the Order of the Radiant Heart enter the fray, he knew this test was over. These modified Bloodhulks were stronger than the previous kind and possessed even more terrifying regenerative abilities, but correspondingly, their consumption was also far greater.
Vampires generally transformed into Bloodhulks after going too long without blood, when the desire for blood completely