The toughest city to crack was handed over to Cynthia to resolve. Darcy, estimating the strength of the fourth-generation vampires, had specifically recalled all the God Race members who were out gaining experience, but in the end, Cynthia only took a third of them with her.

The God Race and the Knights had now become a standard combat pairing, and after a period of training, they had finally developed some rapport.

Two troops of Knights in golden armor, nearly a thousand strong, scouted ahead and guarded the rear, always maintaining a distance of about ten meters from the God Race contingent in the middle.

The vampires in Ochester had long known that the Slade Sea Region had fallen into the hands of the God Race. Vampires often came to harass the border where Ochester and the Slade Sea Region met. Now, with the alliance marching directly into Ochester, the Knights raised their vigilance to the highest level.

Walking in the center of the God Race group, Cynthia observed the Knight troops in front and behind with great interest. In just a few short months, these Knights had made considerable progress. Although they still couldn’t compare to Susan’s elite Knight squad, their ability to infuse the Power of Light into their sword energy gave them a significant advantage when dealing with vampires.

Furthermore, with the God Race present, they could often unleash several times their own strength in battle.

In reality, the God Race and the Knights had a mutually protective relationship.

Cynthia scanned the Knight troop and soon spotted a familiar face. The girl with curly golden hair looked much healthier; her overly slender arms and legs had grown stronger, appearing full of power.

Cynthia thought for a moment, then called out in the girl’s direction, “Sophie.”

Hearing Cynthia’s voice, Sophie turned to look, stopped, and placed a hand on the sword at her waist, giving a slight bow. “Excellency Cynthia,” she called out.

Cynthia beckoned to Sophie with her finger, calling her to her side.

“I heard from Darcy that you’ve been improving quickly and have gained experience fighting demonic beasts,” Cynthia said with a smile, brushing back her long silver hair. “We’ll be facing vampires soon. Are you afraid?”

Sophie touched the sword at her waist and shook her head, her expression resolute. “I’m not.”

She wasn’t afraid of vampires.

“Then do you know what to do when you see them?”

“Fight, and never retreat,” Sophie promised solemnly. “We will protect the God Race.”

Cynthia chuckled softly and shook her head slightly.

Seeing her shake her head, the hand stroking the sword at her waist paused. Sophie was a little confused. Had she said something wrong?

But this was how they dealt with demonic beasts.

While observing their surroundings, Cynthia asked casually, “Do you know what those Knights by Susan’s side are best at?”

Sophie frowned, thought carefully, and then shook her head. “I don’t know.”

“They’re best at setting traps.” Cynthia took out a map, glanced at it, and then signaled for the troops to halt.

She turned and whispered a few words to a God Race member beside her. After watching her lead the others to disperse, she turned back to Sophie and said with a smile, “As a Knight’s creed, I admire your fearlessness in battle. But sometimes, you can try other methods of combat.”

As she spoke, Cynthia looked down. She kicked aside the weeds on the ground with her foot, revealing the gray formation markings carved beneath. A slight smile touched her lips as she leaned in and whispered a few words in Sophie’s ear.

Sophie listened intently. Though puzzled by Cynthia’s orders, she nodded and turned to issue the commands to the other Knights.

A bloody mist, replacing the hazy night, enveloped the pure white castles. A blood feast was underway in the vampire city. The castles were brilliantly lit, and men and women in lavish attire gathered leisurely to share their prey, while the streets were littered with the discarded, lifeless bodies of their victims.

The stench of blood in the air was almost heavier than the scent of the bloody mist itself.

Several fifth-generation vampires sat on the city wall, breathing in the air they found so enjoyable and chatting idly. It wasn’t until the dark night was suddenly illuminated by a dazzling golden light that they sensed something was wrong.

A golden fireball slammed into the Blood Domain with a bang. Cracks began to appear at the top of the domain, spreading and growing denser like a spiderweb before finally shattering and dissipating completely.

The vampires who had been reveling inside the castles all came out, and the castle rooftops were soon crowded with figures. The golden fireball that had shattered the Blood Domain whistled downward, smashing a deep crater in the very center of the city.

“It’s that group of God Race from the Slade Sea Region,” a fourth-generation vampire said with a grim expression.

News that the God Race could use Light Magic had already spread throughout the vampire clans.

The fourth-generation vampires exchanged glances. One with a more volatile temper could barely contain his rage. “Damn it, I’ll go tear them apart.”

As he spoke, his figure shot out like a bolt of lightning.

The other fourth-generation vampires saw him go and followed. Although the fifth and sixth-generation vampires in the city were wary of Light Magic, they didn’t dare cower there while their lords had gone out, so they followed as well. The vast city was instantly emptied.

Outside the city, Sophie and the Knights drew their longswords as they saw the vampires emerge, standing ready for battle.

The vampires glanced at the Knight troop, sneered disdainfully, and then raised their gazes, searching for the God Race.

All the vampires stationed in the Slade Sea Region had been annihilated, with not a single one escaping back. This had forced them to take the God Race’s strength seriously and not act rashly.

The God Race’s Light Magic had an extremely wide range. While the vampires were still searching for their location, golden flames suddenly rained down from the sky. The vampires dodged the fiery attacks while trying to pinpoint the direction the flames were coming from. With their speed, they were almost instantly far from the city and near the Knight troop.

Sophie gripped her sword tightly and was the first to charge forward. A wave of white sword energy forced the fastest vampire to a halt.

The vampires and Knights instantly clashed.

Cynthia stood with ten God Race members on a hillside, observing the battle between the Knights and vampires. Occasionally, she would chant a spell and cast it over to block a vampire’s attack. The God Race members behind her were mainly watching for any Knights who couldn’t hold on, ready to help them retreat.

With the assistance of Cynthia and the God Race, although Sophie and her troops were still somewhat weak and were facing fourth-generation vampires, they managed to hold on for a surprisingly long time by fighting and retreating, until they could no longer hold out.

Sophie glanced at her comrades, whose faces had turned pale, and remembered Cynthia’s orders. She decisively commanded them to retreat.

Sensing the Knights’ intention to withdraw, the God Race began chanting spells. A dazzling golden light enveloped the Knights, escorting them as they fell back into the forest where Cynthia and the others were located. The vampires instinctively gave chase, but when they saw the forest shrouded in the night, they hesitated and stopped.

The Light Magic just now had come from this direction.

The Knights had already vanished into the forest. A fourth-generation vampire narrowed his eyes and sneered, “It’s probably a trap.”

Who knew how many God Race members were in that forest, with Light Magic prepared, just waiting for them to walk in.

The intention to lure them into a trap was too obvious.

The fourth-generation vampire gave a look to the others and said decisively, “Withdraw.”

They had another mission here; they weren’t here to deal with these God Race members. Although the God Race’s Light Magic was powerful, their frail bodies and slow speed meant the vampires weren’t afraid of them.

As long as they weren’t trapped, the God Race couldn’t do anything to them.

Sophie led the Knights back to Cynthia’s position. When there was no movement from behind for a long time, she grew worried. “The vampires didn’t come in.”

Had they failed?

As Sophie thought this, she instinctively looked up at Cynthia, only to find her looking completely relaxed, with no hint of gravity on her face.

Cynthia was tossing a gray stone in her hand, a playful look on her face as she gazed toward the city. Sensing Sophie’s stare, she turned her head slightly and said softly, “Let’s go. The prey has already entered the enclosure.”

Sophie was stunned and wanted to ask something, but seeing that Cynthia had already jumped down the hillside and started walking away, she tucked her doubts away and followed behind her.

The vampires returned to the city in small groups. Before they could observe the situation on the God Race’s side, they saw a petite figure in a red robe standing next to the deep crater in the city center, impatiently fiddling with a dagger.

When Eunice saw the vampires return, she looked up, scanned them quickly, and muttered, “Nine fourth-generations…”

“Not one missing. Very good.” Eunice nodded in satisfaction, then suddenly bent down and placed another gray stone she was holding onto a specific spot on the ground.

At some point, many inscribed patterns had appeared on the ground within the city.

The vampires were startled when they saw Eunice, but they quickly reacted. A fourth-generation vampire flashed over, intending to snap her neck, but a black chain appeared out of thin air and entangled him.

After placing the witch stone, Eunice waved her staff, and a black whirlwind enveloped her, carrying her rapidly backward.

A vampire rushed forward to grab her but was blocked by an invisible force.

A gray mist began to rise from the formation under their feet, and an invisible barrier enveloped the vampires.

One vampire tried to smash the barrier but was thrown back, a look of horror on his face. “What is this?”

Chelsea and Betty, who had snuck into the city while the vampires were away, peeked out from the castle where they were hiding. Seeing the trapped vampires, Betty’s face lit up with joy. “The formation really worked.”

Although Chelsea was also happy, she was more level-headed than Betty. “It worked, but there are nine fourth-generation vampires in there. They’ll break through it soon.”

Betty leaned against the window, her eyes sparkling with happiness. “Don’t worry, don’t worry. The God Race already have their spells ready.”

As if to prove her words, the God Race members who had been waiting nearby according to Cynthia’s instructions unleashed the Light Magic they had been preparing for a long time.

The vampires within the formation were instantly engulfed by golden light.

“So formations can be this powerful,” Betty said, gazing at the golden light with a look of relief and gratification. “Cynthia was right. We witches are useful too.”

When Cynthia had approached them to discuss using this formation against the vampires, both she and Chelsea had been very uncertain, because they had always felt that this formation, which could only trap enemies without any offensive power, was rather useless.

But now, in coordination with the God Race, it was incredibly effective.

“It’s a good thing Cynthia had us sneak in here and set up a formation too. Those vampires really didn’t go to Cynthia’s side.”

There was another formation where Cynthia was, one they had prepared long ago.

Chelsea leaned against the window frame, staring blankly in the direction of the golden light. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a figure walking toward their castle.

It was Eunice. Chelsea frowned. She thought of the Dark Magic Eunice had just used, and her tone turned cold. “Eunice and the Anderson Family are still practicing Dark Magic.”

Ever since the Anderson Family’s practice of the Power of Darkness was exposed, not only had they shown no remorse, but they had become even more blatant about it.

Betty knew Chelsea disliked Eunice, but she still wanted to ease the tension between them. “Maybe the Power of Darkness isn’t as scary as the rumors say. Eunice has a bad temper, but she never harms humans.”

“And she’s always been helping us,” Betty said, then added as if remembering something, “Oh, and the Anderson Family too.”

“This time, with the God Race planning to take Ochester, the Anderson Family has started to help voluntarily. I heard they’ve already conquered a city.”

The three witch families had lived together since their founding. Although there was often friction between them, it was undeniable that they were always together. Their bonds ran too deep.

They were witches first, and Garcia, Morgan, or Anderson second.

Seeing the Anderson Family willing to help the God Race made Betty very happy.

Chelsea was silent for a moment, her tone still cold. “Maybe they have some ulterior motive.”

Unlike Betty’s optimistic attitude, Chelsea had been wary of the Anderson Family ever since she learned they practiced the Power of Darkness.

“I don’t believe they’d be so kind-hearted.”