Back in Y City, Vill-V had seen the predecessors of Vampire Lords—the vampires.
And now, although the vampires had advanced into the more powerful Vampire Lords, Vill-V could still recognize them.
Vill-V had long looked forward to meeting Moros again. Now, the opportunity stood right before her.
Since that was the case, Vill-V naturally would not run away.
Vill-V sat upright in a chair inside the temporary workshop, her gaze passing through a surveillance system advanced even by this planet's standards as she calmly observed the activity outside.
As the last bat lightly flew into the surveillance system's range, the undead army composed of Vampire Lords and wraiths completed its encirclement of Vill-V's temporary workshop.
The next moment, the Vampire Lords and wraiths that had been flying through the air began breaking into the temporary workshop.
However, when the first wraith passed through the sturdy wall, which even Rocket-propelled Grenades could barely shake, and entered Vill-V's field of vision, it suddenly seemed to have been struck by Deep Freeze. Its entire body stiffened in place, utterly motionless.
Originally violent and filled with hostility, it had no choice but to temporarily suppress its natural hatred and killing intent toward the living under the necromancer's urgent command.
Moreover, as that wraith came to a halt, all the undead that had rushed into Vill-V's workshop stopped as well.
It was as though they had sensed the pull of some mysterious power, instantly ceasing their attempt to tear apart the only living being inside the building.
All of this change stemmed from one person—Moros.
As the master of this mixed Undead Troops force and a Legendary Rank necromancer, he had recognized the woman before the wraith as his friend whom he had not seen in years—Vill-V.
"Vill-V? Is that you?"
A cold yet familiar