The battle between the werewolves and vampires was about to erupt.
No, more precisely, Douglas Polk had no intention of exchanging greetings with Hanbod Dracula at all.
Wolf howls rang through the entire forest as countless werewolves attacked the vampires outside Dracula Castle.
The werewolves' attacks were savage and brutally violent.
Before one of the weaker vampires could even take flight, a werewolf swinging a Light Fist tore him straight in half.
Of course, the vampires quickly reacted and launched savage, brutal counterattacks.
A battle involving nearly twenty thousand combatants spread throughout the forest, sending countless trees flying.
Douglas Polk led an elite force in a bloody charge toward the heart of Dracula Castle.
Meanwhile, Hanbod Dracula and the other vampire clan leaders stood on the castle roof, watching the battle unfold before them.
Voldemort stood nearby with his men.
The battle before him was spectacular, and the werewolves' formidable fighting power made Voldemort covet them all the more.
Unfortunately, almost all the werewolves now obeyed Douglas Polk, and even those who refused to listen did not dare interfere.
Unless they wanted to lose the protection of the werewolf race?
That was impossible!
"Dark Lord!" Rather than act immediately, Hanbod Dracula turned to Voldemort.
If Voldemort failed to offer some proof of his sincerity, the vampires would have no reason to associate with him.
The vampire race had existed for over two thousand years, surviving and multiplying with methods and secrets of their own.
Even if they truly became enemies of the Death Eaters, they would not necessarily be afraid.
"Mulciber!"
Voldemort looked at Mulciber beside him and called in a low voice.
Mulciber nodded, then drew his wand and shot a magical orb of light high into the sky.
Upon seeing the signal, the Death Eaters who had been