The vampire duke’s expression sank. “Don’t forget that I’m the leader here!”

The demonkin and werewolf merely snorted. They didn’t retort, but that didn’t stop them from expressing their displeasure.

It was at this moment that three figures appeared behind the Martyr’s Palace. Their human silhouettes were negligible against the vastness of the void, but their powerful auras stood out conspicuously. The Minister of the Right and the two commanders of the Imperial Guard seemed determined to fight.

The vampire duke’s pupils shrank as he looked past the three divine champions. The airships were falling into a battle formation behind the Martyr’s Palace, affording the dragonship protection on its flanks and rear. It was no longer possible to surround and attack the target.

The vampire duke stopped tapping on the armrest. “The arachne are done for, let’s retreat.”

The demonkin and werewolf dukes appeared in projection-form. The former yelled, “Retreat!? If we pull back, the soldiers on the battlefield will fall into human hands!”

“I’m in charge here! You can issue orders when you have the authority!”

The demonkin was almost roaring at this point. “I will report you to the council!”

“As you wish, I’ll be waiting.” The vampire duke revealed a meaningful smile....