CHAPTER 567: CHAPTER 248: END? BEGINNING!

Royal Capital.

In this dark and cold region.

The sound of battle cries pierced the darkness.

"Inferior races, they are just our food!" shouted a Blood Race Knight.

The skeletal warhorse kicked down the human warrior before it.

The Blood Race Knight’s long spear fiercely stabbed downward, piercing through the human warrior’s skull.

Drawing out the long spear, it swept aside, carrying some red and white matter with it.

Several other United Army soldiers trying to attack from the side were directly knocked down by the powerful force.

"Pathetic race! Only fit to be food!"

"Whoosh!"

Just as he finished speaking, a feathered arrow directly pierced his skull.

No one noticed the attack coming; it seemed as if the arrow suddenly appeared in his head.

The knight fell limply off the warhorse, crashing to the ground.

On a nearby rooftop.

An Elf clad in green enchanted leather armor snorted disdainfully.

"Disgusting creatures, frogs in a well."

Suddenly sensing something, he rolled aside on the spot.

A giant bat descended from the sky, crashing into the spot where he had just been.

A Blood Race Warrior leaped off the bat, drawing dual blades to engage the Elf in combat.

As the United Army stormed into the city.

The defeat of the Blood Race was already destined.

Right at the rear of the army, the commanders rode after their warhorses, lagging behind the troops.

But none of these commanders showed joy; their expressions were unusually grave.

The Bishop was among them.

He frowned.

Pondering the unresolved question from the attack on the Blood Race Royal Court until now.

"Why doesn’t the Blood Race’s main force return to defend?" the Bishop couldn’t understand.

A nearby officer also frowned, but casually replied, "Maybe there’s some internal conflict, and the general controlling military power betrayed the country."

"No, if that were true, the Blood Race’s main force should have retreated to hide, not continue attacking various ports at sea."

Because that has become a meaningless action.

Contradicting the earlier reason.

In short, it’s something incomprehensible, feeling like there’s some significant secret hidden that they can’t discern.

That’s why, even though they were about to end everything when reaching the Royal Capital, their brows remained furrowed.

That’s why the powerful figures of various races and forces didn’t appear openly but tacitly hid in the shadows.

To guard against that unforeseeable incident.

Now that they’ve broken into the city.

The Blood Race within the city was powerless to resist.

Amidst the advance of the United Army, the Blood Race was heading towards its final destination.

Many had already scattered and fled.

The United Army was moving in a circular formation toward the towering central castle.

Elsewhere.

The Night Watchers were also gradually approaching.

The prominent sight was the Land Bird ridden by the Night Watchers.

Due to the rapid increase in Night Watchers, the breeding of Land Birds didn’t keep pace.

So only the leaders and some captains had the privilege of riding Land Birds.

Yet, even this many Land Birds could only be provided by the Night Watchers.

"So, Kana, what exactly is your grandfather planning?"

Bobo finally couldn’t resist his curiosity and asked.

Everyone behind Kana silently looked at Kana’s back.

Because anyone with the slightest thought, anyone who had pondered this would know the biggest unresolved mystery.

It’s the Blood Race Royal Court’s lack of resistance.

Although the United Army’s attack hadn’t been completely smooth, with some disruptions and obstacles, overall, it was still fairly fluid.

But there was a reason for this smoothness.

They all felt Kana might know the reason, given Kana’s past behavior.

And they had asked before, but Kana clearly didn’t want to reveal it at that time.

But now things were different.

The "Blood Disaster" was about to reach its end.

Kana looked at the castle in the darkness.

Looked at the slaughter around the castle.

"The Blood Disaster... has only just begun."

With those words.

Everyone around was utterly shocked.

"What?"

"You, haven’t thought about stopping it?"

Miguel West asked; although he had followed Kana for a long time, he was still somewhat puzzled.

"Is it more serious than the current dangers?" The question came from Blake.

As the Legion Commander of the Night Watchers, he must guard against such dangers.

Kana glanced back at everyone.

Said calmly, "Some things we can’t stop now, his success was already destined when I was still weak."

Although Kana’s words seemed vague, the people around weren’t stupid; they could roughly grasp what Kana meant.

It was that Kana’s grandfather’s intent to bring the "Blood Disaster" was something Kana knew long ago, at a time when Kana might not have had the power.

If others heard these words, they likely wouldn’t believe Kana.

Because it meant Kana knew long ago but seemed to have done nothing to stop it now.

Even if he had told others?

But those present had followed Kana for a long time; they understood Kana’s character.

If possible, given the chance, Kana would have already started planning.

From the beginning, Kana joined the United Army, targeting the Blood Race Royal Court, not just because of their "grudges," but mainly because the Blood Race controlled too many fragments.

"As for the harm you care about... if viewed from a broader perspective, from a grander view, the harm is indeed much greater than the current superficial dangers.

But whether the harm will expand... depends on our actions afterward."

Hearing Kana’s somewhat serious words, which even exerted pressure on everyone, they actually felt relieved.

Because it indicated Kana was prepared.

It was akin to reassuring them.

It showed that although they couldn’t stop or change the emergence of danger before, they could do something about its scope.

This was certainly a good thing for them.

As the United Army continuously shrunk the encirclement.

Many Blood Race members could only gather below the castle, with some entering inside for defense.

But this was already a futile effort.

Because the castle was the only place the Blood Race could still cling to for survival, and to the United Army, this little castle could be easily destroyed.

"Your Majesty!"

Below, a Blood Race general who had taken over the command of the Blood Race army, shouted loudly at the tower above.

His voice filled with desolation.