Stones kept falling from the high wall, the wall was already cracked, and it was not far from collapse, and Klev carried the RPG and blasted it into the wall that was about to collapse, and this shell became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The entire wall fell outward like an iceberg, crushing countless people and bringing the entire army to a halt in its offensive, thanks to Klev's resourcefulness.

When the smoke cleared, the Bright Camp launched a hysterical charge, which soon turned into a one-sided massacre in the city.

At this moment, a bloody light flashed in the sky, and almost in the next moment, a vampire appeared in the sky above the city with a gloomy face, and this person was the president of the Dark Council:

Impalate Duke Dracula

O'Nold was shocked when he saw this, and immediately wanted to fly away, Dracula glanced at it, and a blood-colored bat seemed to fly out of his body slowly, seeing this bat O'Nold's eyes showing a trace of despair, and the next moment his whole person exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Dracula looked at the soles of her feet, a cold glint in her eyes.

Suddenly, thousands of pointed wooden stakes burst out of the ground, but anyone who stormed the city had a stake piercing from under his feet and nailing it to the stake.

For a while, there were screams and moans in the city, as if there was purgatory on earth.

The wolf king on the side of the "duke" greeted Dracula,

"Thank you, the old man should be almost there," Dracula said, looking up at the sky.

As expected, a golden figure flashed in the sky, and when it approached, it was an old man with an unpretentious face, dressed in a white and gold robe and holding a golden cross scepter, this person was Pope Urban II.

"Dracula, take it when you see it," the Pope said in a deep voice

"You're going to let me take it when I see it?!" Dracula smiled sarcastically and clenched his right hand into a fist, and suddenly the people who were nailed to the stake exploded into a cloud of blood mist, ending their suffering.

"You!" Seeing this, the Pope's face turned red and he was extremely angry.

"Since you chose to start a war, then you have to bear the consequences, you won't understand such a simple truth," Dracula asked rhetorically.

"The strength of this Dracula in front of me is unfathomable, and fighting with him may not be profitable, and besides, it can't ruin the big plan," the Pope thought.

"What do you want?" asked the Pope.

"This army at your feet is taken prisoner, you exchange it for supplies, and the city in front of you, Brampton, belongs to the Dark Council," Dracula began.

The Pope struggled for a while, but still agreed to the conditions, although the loss was large, but not to hurt the foundation.

"Friction on the border happens from time to time, but Ornold, a fool, wants to take the city by force, and this touches the bottom line on both sides," the Pope thought to himself, and couldn't help but be angry.

Moments later, both sides withdrew from the battlefield, and Evan was still immersed in the shock of the bloody scene that had been before, and the stakes protruded in front of his eyes, the strong visual impact that she could not forget, Duke Dracula's twist could have made the difference between the lives and deaths of thousands.

The reconstruction of Timiska had begun, and Evan, Klev, and the surviving Dark Knights, Necromancers, and others said goodbye one by one and boarded a plane to Mississauga.

Both of them benefited a lot from the war, Evan received 20,000 military merits, while Klev received an astonishing 50,000 military merits, mostly because he knocked down the city wall, and in the end Klev insisted on giving Evan 10,000 points, saying that he could not use them up.

Both of them were immersed in the impact of the war, and they each exchanged a large number of cultivation items and returned home to bury themselves in cultivation.