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    ---- Chapter 2938 Cyril''s mockingugh 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 ying?" 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 particrly effective against the Dark ns'' 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 andunched 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 carnage. Yet, instead of being deterred, the remaining servants became even more fearless, driven mad by the bloodshed.


    ---- Cyril felt a flicker of regret for chasing this far down. He had not expected this brat to be so devious, using some unknown method to staypletely untouched. Still, he told himself that killing all these vampire servants first and then dealing with Andrew would work just fine. A massive roar suddenly thundered from another direction, filled with raw fury. Cyril''s expression changed, recognizing that the roar did not belong to an ordinary vampire servant. It came from Giuliano, the vampire duke who hade with him from the main vampire stronghold.


    Giuliano''s roar carried overwhelming rage and absolute dominance over the lower vampires. In an instant, the surrounding vampire servants did not just go mad; theypletely lost themselves and charged without any fear of death. They lunged at Cyril with even greater brutality. Cyril cursed under his breath. Giuliano was an idiot. Still, it was not entirely his fault. Every vampire servant that died weakened Giuliano, as if parts of his bloodline were being severed, which directly affected his strength.


    However, he never imagined that the one ughtering ---- his people was Cyril, an ally, rather than Andrew. As a result, Giuliano''s attempt to stir up the vampire thralls only made things far worse for Cyril. Cyril''s expression darkened when, amid the chaotic ughter, a corner of his robe was torn away. It was insignificant damage, yet it proved that his rhythm had already been disrupted. Within the dense mass of vampire servants ahead, a sword light suddenly emerged, like a colossal beast lifting its head from a pitch-ck sea.


    It appeared without any warning, catching Cyrilpletely off guard. ''Damn it!'' Cyril cursed inwardly. Andrew had seized the opening, hiding among the vampire servants andunching a sneak attack. With a cold snort, Cyril clenched his teeth and raised his arm to block the strike head-on. His arm instantly crystallized It was a secret technique of the Ludendorff family, one that turned flesh as hard as forged steel. However, he underestimated Andrew''s full-powered strike. For this single blow, Andrew had silently gathered his strength and focus to their absolute peak.


    The greatsword mmed down, ---- and Cyril first felt an unbearable surge of pain. Then, the crystalline energy coating his arm began to visibly copse from the outside in. It melted off his hand like ayer of warm butter. It was a gruesome and grotesque sight to behold.