“It’s never excessive to take one of the twelve major clans seriously, let alone the fact that the Dark Gospel Howard is here. Even though our spy succeeded in stopping him from a complete recovery, a crown prince isn’t someone an ordinary duke can handle. There will be a lot of problems if he escapes. So, it’s best for me to come personally.”

Progia glanced into the hall. “Those pawns weren’t bad at all. Who would’ve thought there would be traitors among the vampires, considering how strong their bloodline restraints are?”

The old duke clenched his teeth. “You’ll have to step over my corpse if you want to go in!”

“There’s no need for that, you’re too weak.” Progia swung his hand casually, sending the duke flying into the wall. The old man immediately fell unconscious from the impact. He had lost a large amount of essence blood to awaken Howard, so much so that he couldn’t take a single blow from the great dark monarch.

Progia entered the great hall, saying, “Howard, are you still not coming out?”

The roaring sounds behind the thick doors came to a sudden stop. A dark suppressive force expanded outward to cover the great hall. “Progia?! Are you trying to provoke an all-out war?”

“The war has already begun.” A shadowy wave flung the giant door...