Within hours, the great regints of the Kingdom approached with great force at the forefront of the battle, led by powerful commanders and generals. The dark ground beneath them, illuminated by distant moons, would soon be painted a deep red.
The characteristic color of large-scale war.
Soon, the land was covered in the red of the uniforms of more than 2 million soldiers. anwhile, the light blue uniforms of the Murphys seed to be easily overwheld.
Then, the first clash occurred, and it was then that the Kingdom’s soldiers began to understand.
They were not fighting against a kingdom: they were fighting against a vampire clan.
A nearly one-sided slaughter ensued, wiping out thousands of people in an instant.
The few regints led by the Murphys jumped forward and began to unleash a bloody massacre that would dye their blue uniforms a deep red.
Fear rose in the hearts of those in the front row, but as those behind them pushed them forward, many of them couldn’t even defend themselves before they died.
"They’re just ants! They’re not even worth our ti!"
Despite this, so Murphys still died, as the commanders, generals, and powerful individuals of the clans soon began to attack, creating a significant impact between the two sides.
It was an explosion that shook the earth and claid many lives.
"Heh, the Murphys certainly have guts."
"I wonder how they’ll stop all of us and also those who... will soon manage to get past their little barricade."
"Hahaha. Don’t waste your ti talking to idiots who don’t know their place. The Age of the Vampire Clans is over; it’s ti for us to rule alongside our Pillars."
"That’s right, the Age of the Pillar Clans has risen to replace the Vampire Clans!"
"A new era is dawning on the earth!"
With war cries, the newcors attacked the Murphys, unleashing bloody rain on both sides, bringing them to a standstill in a matter of minutes.
The Murphys fighting alone couldn’t advance very far, which made sense considering they were the weakest regints, but...
Soon, that would be over.
From the left side of the battle, a figure soon appeared. This figure seed to dance with the wind, unleashing a wave of death with swift sword movents and precise cuts, not only among the weak of the group, but also among powerful individuals who could be recognized wherever they went.
Commanders and generals fell before his sword. Behind the figure, a large number of people unleashed fierce, sharp, and powerful movents. Each movent stained the ground bright red and created mountains of corpses.
Wilfred Murphy moved among them, wreaking havoc in the enemy ranks, while, for the first ti in many years, the true essence of the Subordinates of an Heir was revealed.
Each death caused by one of the people around him strengthened his master. Through the Heir token, everything was transmitted to Wilfred, and the gain in power he gained with each step was astonishing.
"Hey, stop that bastard!"
"Be careful, it’s Wilfred Murphy!"
"His power is over 100,000!"
"AGHH! Shit, he’s too powerful!"
Screams rained down in the best of cases. Most didn’t even live to scream, as it was a group with considerable power.
On their own, these Heirs could rival or surpass powerful Clans; they could even have the ability to make life impossible for any Kingdom along with their territories. And today, this would be proven.
While they were in shock, trying to fight Wilfred, so of them looked to their right.
"What the hell is that?!"
"AGHHH!"
"It’s SOPH--!"
Many people couldn’t even finish speaking before different powerful dagger attacks cut off their heads.
"Shit..." So generals who were looking to fight Murphy’s first groups were shocked and backed away when they saw that a single figure was wreaking havoc on the right wing on a scale greater than that of the left wing.
Just one figure!
It moved with astonishing skill among the people, and each of its movents was perfect, skillfully removing nurous heads.
Its movent even shocked the distant leaders, who were still watching the faces of the most powerful in Murphy’s camp, the elders, who were not participating in the combat.
These leaders, also called Pillars, frowned. They were surrounded by powerful people, including strategists from different parts of the kingdom and mbers of the king’s inner circle.
"Can you see her movents?" asked the one sitting on the right.
The one on the left frowned.
"She’s using Saint Weapons, right? I feel like her movents are fast enough to match or even slightly outpace us. How many Saint Weapons does she need to achieve that?"
"Right... Is that woman Sophia Murphy?"
The man sitting in the middle finally spoke.
"Sophia Murphy, everything she’s wearing is of Saint Rank. Her armor and weapons appear to be a set of powerful saint weapons."
Both of them looked at him for a mont and nodded. "Have you managed to do anything with those skills?" those beside him asked, but he shrugged.
"They won’t accept . These skills aren’t just anything; even with forbidden tactics, I can’t gain control of one of them."
"Hahaha, even so, you’ve finally surpassed the limits of your power. Right now, you should be over 170,000, right?"
The man smiled coldly. "Well, although I’m still far from being able to use these abilities, I must say that they have great combat power available, each and every one of them. You should try them later, look for so abilities from those idiots, they’ll give you a great advantage." He said and stood up.
"Where are you going?"
"To have so fun. There are several abilities in front of ; I think it would be a good idea if we try to get a few more."
"Are you going to fight?" one of them asked in shock.
"Haha, we were told that the Heirs owe almost all their power to those Growth-type abilities, right? Now that I know about these abilities, I firmly believe that if we don’t stop that crazy woman before it’s too late, we could end up dying."
Then he shot off toward the battlefield without waiting for a response from his companions, who remained skeptical of what he had said.
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