The black mist, filled with negative energy, made Hanbod Dracula feel something strange interfering with his vision.
It was as though something was constantly influencing his mind.
Douglas Polk fared somewhat better, but the vampires and werewolves below suffered far greater effects.
The fighting began to slow at that moment.
Some vampires and werewolves even grew sluggish after the black mist enveloped them, before vanishing as though they had been devoured.
Douglas Polk's eyes widened at the sight, and fear crept into his gaze as he looked at Voldemort.
"Stop!"
Douglas Polk charged at Voldemort, swiping his sharp claws down at the Death Eaters.
But black mist suddenly rose before Voldemort, forming a shield that blocked Douglas Polk's attack and sent him flying back.
The tremendous force nearly hurled Douglas Polk down into the ground.
Digging all four limbs into the earth and tearing furrows through it, Douglas Polk was shocked once again.
"How is that possible?"
"What kind of power is this?"
Douglas Polk stared at Voldemort and cried out in shock.
Meanwhile, screams from vampires and werewolves began ringing out all around them.
Not far away, Hanbod Dracula, the other vampire clan leaders, and the Twelve Golden Knights were also stunned by the scene before them.
They stopped fighting and turned their eyes toward Voldemort.
Voldemort was behind all of this.
"Heh, heh, heh. Voldemort, you've certainly planned this well," one Golden Knight said, looking at him. "You're actually using vampires and werewolves as sacrifices."
"Such evil magic reminds me of certain secrets that must never be revealed."
The Vatican held many journals passed down through the ages, recording information about the gods.
As the Twelve Golden Knights, they were qualified to access these historical records alongside the pope.
And that information was deeply etched into their minds.