With a smile, Gulliver waved his hand and commanded, “Crush them!”
“Understood!” Oleg and the other paladins replied in unison.
Oleg was the first to activate his lightsword. He roared loudly, “Warriors of the Gods, follow my lead and annihilate these vampires. We will trample over the bones of our enemies, all the way to Nathan. And in the end, we will claim his head. Charge!”
God Paladins and God Warriors raised their lightswords and charged forward with furious roars.
Hepburn had also led three thousand vampires into battle with overwhelming force.
Neither side was willing to back down. Like two raging currents, the two parties collided fiercely and engaged in intense combat.
Undeniably, these vampires were indeed elites among the vampires.
However, their rival was the Gods.
Moreover, it was an ace legion led by the Gods' grand admiral, Gulliver.
All along, the Gods' capabilities had been superior to those of the vampires.
Primordial vampires had also always lived in fear of being dominated by the Gods.
As the battle broke out then, the superiority of the Gods quickly became apparent.
Even though the number of the vampires was several times that of the Gods, the latter's combat power was too strong.
That was doubly true for Oleg, the paladin. He switched to his four-winged combat form and charged into the midst of the vampires, stirring up a storm of blood and gore.
He was also very cunning. For instance, he didn't bother tangling with strong vampires like Hepburn but would dodge immediately after a single exchange of blows to pounce on weaker opponents.
The weaker vampires, on the other hand, often couldn't withstand a single strike of his sword when faced against him.
For that very reason, countless vampires met their tragic end under his sword.
Hepburn was so livid that she had steam coming out of her ears.
The battle was exceedingly intense.
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