Cyril's mocking laugh died in his throat as he realized he was surrounded by hundreds of blood-red eyes, each filled with an insatiable hunger for blood. The vampire servants collectively fixed their gaze on Cyril, causing even the martial god to tense up and furrow his brow.

"What trick are you playing?" Cyril demanded. "Why aren't these monsters attacking you?"

Andrew remained expressionless, ignoring the question. The unique holy energy of Lomuia Grand Cathedral's Saint John radiated from his body, naturally suppressing the evil creatures.

The church's holy light was particularly effective against the Dark Clans' three races. Hence, the vampire servants instinctively shrank away from Andrew, desperate to avoid his purifying aura. However, they saw Cyril as a living feast and launched themselves at him with savage intensity.

Like a volcanic eruption, hundreds of vampires attacked Cyril simultaneously. He responded with devastating area attacks, creating waves of blood mist and c