Meanwhile, in the spacious hall of a magnificent, quaint castle of the vampire's headquarter, a giant sand table was placed in the center of the room.
The sand table was large enough to include the seven continents and five great oceans—a model of every single geographical location on the globe.
All kinds of markings were scattered across the table, differentiating which areas were under the humans' or the vampires' control.
The markings even labeled which human district had the most garrisons and which had the most elites.
Similarly, the current state of the vampire clan's force distribution was also tagged.
Across the sand table, other than the large nations of Adrune, a majority of the smaller countries had fallen into the vampires' hands.
The territories reigned by the vampires were marked in red.
A large section of Adrune was colored red as though the entire region had been poisoned.
The Patriarch of the vampires, Herod, stood elegantly by the sand table in a black suit while holding a glass of fresh blood. He narrowed his eyes as he concentrated on the sand table, excitement dancing across his gaze.
Lyanna stood respectfully behind him with her hands clasped in front of her.
Noticing his good mood, she smiled. “Patriarch Herod, all thirteen princes are dispatched this time. With each prince being in charge of each district, we are swiftly taking over the continent. Other than a few superpowers in Adrune that are still ruled by humans, the rest are in our grasp. The number of our bondslaves has also hit the tens of millions mark. This is the most extensive scale we have ever reached over thousands of years of vampire history. That alone is more than enough to be deemed a great achievement.”
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