"No number?" Cataloni waved his hand, and an invisible force pushed the messenger human Knight in front of him. "Are you playing me?"
"No, no, no." The Knight shook his head quickly. "That's just how the Holy Alliance is. The new regiment doesn't have a number."
"You're telling me this is a new regiment?" Cataloni glanced sideways at the battlefield. "A regiment that wasn't even formed three months ago?"
On the battlefield, classic linear tactics had already unfolded.
Lines of varying lengths segmented the battlefield, with Cuirassier Cavalry and Blood Knights, Hunters and Skirmishers, all locked in combat.
The Helical Gun repeatedly fired iron balls, raising sand, trees, and water pillars, occasionally accompanied by a series of wailing vampires falling to the ground.
In the sky, amidst shadows on the ground, senior vampires enveloped in blood mist flew or shifted, leaving afterimages.
