The sunlight pierced through the blood-colored fog, shining on the city walls as if painting them with a layer of red lacquer.
Standing on the wall, Serafe, who had rushed from the Xilan Islands, looked down at the neatly arrayed iron-clad soldiers with satisfaction.
They were generally more than three meters tall, with muscles and armor seemingly fused together, as if they were born that way.
Though they resembled ogres, they didn't have the ogres' bloated physiques.
"Tsk tsk, every knight's ultimate dream is to become a Great Knight." Leaning against the wall, Serafe smiled sardonically, "Now they have achieved their dreams."
A young vampire murmured, "What a pity for those ogre brothers."
"What are you saying?!" Arkadura immediately scolded, "Sacrificing for His Majesty the High Priest is their honor, it is as it should be!"
"Hey, don't say that, they are meritorious ogres." Serafe, clad in a red robe, moved away from the parapet.
