A Plan Without Flaws

Poland, Krakow.

The alliance led by the Apocalypse Knight and Dracula remained here, waiting for their enemy to walk right into the trap.

During the long wait, both the Templar Order and the vampires maintained their silence, but the atmosphere had grown restless.

So much time had passed that even the most confident among them couldn't help but suspect a flaw in the plan.

Otherwise, why was there still no sign of Fang Cheng, who should have arrived here long ago?

While Dracula and the Famine Knight Famon remained composed, the hot-tempered Ophi finally grew impatient.

She looked at Dracula and asked, "Is this your foolproof plan?"

Dracula replied calmly, "It is not yet time to declare failure."

Ophi pointed her finger at the door in the woods and mocked, "Then where is the person?"

No matter how well he phrased it, the fact that Fang Cheng had not appeared meant the probability of an accident was increasing.

At this point, it was at least seventy percent certain that the ambush had failed.

Dracula stopped putting up a front; after a moment of silence, he shook his head and said, "No plan is flawless, and I never guaranteed that this one was foolproof."

Ophi was instantly enraged, urging her horse toward Dracula, "Then now is the time for you to take responsibility for this failure."

Seeing their leaders clashing again, the Templar Order and the vampires fell deathly silent, not daring to even breathe loudly.

However, it was clear that they supported Ophi—a group of people had been waiting here like idiots for half a day, only to find not even a ghost, and even a patient person would be furious.

Dracula did not move, but Famon had already blocked Ophi's path, "Don't be impulsive; this plan has the support