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"Your Majesty, the area west of St. Arthur's Castle has completely fallen!" Witte, looking haggard and with a slightly hunched posture, staggered to Fyodor's side. His once bright eyes were now bloodshot, revealing deep exhaustion and despair.

Upon hearing this devastating news, Fyodor's heart tightened, but he did not show much surprise on his face, as if he had expected such an outcome.

He slowly asked, "So, what is the current situation of the Fourth Army? Is there still a glimmer of hope for us?"

However, as soon as he said it, he shook his head, knowing in his heart that it was almost a pipe dream for the Ursus Empire to win this war against such a powerful enemy.

After a moment of silence, Witt, his hands trembling, pulled a report from his robes and handed it to Fyodor, saying in a low voice, "Your Majesty, none of the personnel dispatched to the Fourth Army have returned. Footage taken by drones that took off from outside the military control zone shows a large number of soldiers loitering there..."

At this point, Victor paused, took a deep breath, and continued, "Those soldiers seemed to be behaving strangely; they were probably no longer human, but rather monsters that were neither human nor ghost..."

As Fyodor listened to Witte's description, he couldn't help but shiver, a chill instantly rising up his spine.

He instinctively pulled his cloak tighter around himself, muttering to himself, "What a terrible disaster this is..."

At this moment, Witt quickly took out a map and spread it on the table, pointing anxiously to a spot and reminding, "Your Majesty, please look here. Based on the data and intelligence we have collected, the mechanical behemoths of Lungmen are rapidly approaching us and will arrive at the city walls soon!"

Fyodor stared at the arrows on the map that represented the path of the mechanical behemoths, his face growing increasingly grim.

He looked up at the chaotic scene outside the palace—nobles frantically directing their servants to load chests of gold and silver jewels onto carts, preparing to flee the soon-to-be-fallen city; city guards rushing about to put out fires, trying to stop the flames from spreading; and the soldiers and police, as if possessed, mercilessly hacking and slashing at civilians on sight…

Seeing the tragic scenes before him, Fyodor felt a wave of helplessness wash over him.

He sighed deeply, turned to look at Witt, and asked with a wry smile, "It's come to this now, Witt, where do you think I can go now?"

The people of Ursus huddled in their houses, trembling with fear, while police and city guards, their uniforms stained with blood, patrolled every street.

If Emperor Fyodor and his inner guards hadn't still been in the city, Saint-Germain would probably have been a living hell by now.

In a slum in Saint-Germain, dozens of infected people surrounded a strange machine.

There was an infected person with a crazed expression, trembling as if possessed by a demon, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the huge and mysterious machine in front of him.

His already tattered robe now swung wildly with his violent movements, as if trying to break free and fly away.

Suddenly, as if he had made up his mind, the infected person slowly reached into his robe with trembling hands, groping for something.

A moment later, he pulled out a strange, dark, shiny, pyramid-shaped object.

The object exuded a chilling aura and shimmered with an eerie light in the dim light.

The infected people around them saw this thing and their eyes instantly turned fanatical, muttering some unintelligible words.

Under the fervent gaze of these fanatical believers, the infected person did not hesitate to gently place the pyramid-shaped object in his hand into a hole on the machine.

Just then, the infected person shouted with all his might, "The Holy Spirit lives on! All things are one!"

As he shouted at the top of his lungs, the entire machine suddenly burst forth with a dazzling blue light.

At the same time, a series of noisy footsteps and shouts came from afar.

It turned out that Ursus military police, who had heard the commotion, rushed over with sharp machetes in hand.

Their faces were menacing as they mercilessly slashed at the infected on the outer layer.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and five blood-stained heads fell to the ground with a thud, rolling onto the cold ground.

However, the infected who were devoutly kneeling in worship seemed oblivious to the bloody scene, completely absorbed in their own world, as if the military and police did not exist. This unusual reaction made the bloodthirsty military and police realize that something was wrong.

Realizing that the situation might be far more serious than they had imagined, the military and police did not dare to delay and immediately called the city defense forces for support via communication equipment.

Just after they finished reporting the situation to the city defense forces, a deep purple teleportation portal slowly appeared in front of them.

Bloodletters wielding hellblades surged out of the portal like a tidal wave. Their hideous faces loomed in the darkness, and the hellblades gleaming in their hands exuded a chilling aura.

Upon seeing the blood-soaked ground before them, the vampires roared with excitement and charged forward madly.

The ecstatic vampires brandished their blades, mercilessly reaping every head they saw.

As heads fell one by one, blood splattered like a fountain, while the Hellblade, constantly absorbing the blood, shone with an increasingly dazzling light, as if enjoying this bloody feast.

The fanatical infected who were kneeling on the ground were powerless against this sudden attack. They could only watch helplessly as their companions fell one by one and were quickly slaughtered.

The crimson blood stained the entire ground, forming a shocking sea of ​​blood.

However, just as the last infected person collapsed, the portal suddenly erupted with an even stronger energy fluctuation, accompanied by a muffled roar, as if an invincible ferocious beast was about to step out from it.

The soldiers and police who had been so arrogant before were now filled with fear in the face of such a brutal enemy.

These soldiers and policemen were like lambs to the slaughter under the vampire's fierce onslaught. With just a few casual swipes of his knife, the vampire could easily decapitate them.

The vampires, who had won so easily, were clearly disappointed with such a weak opponent. They continued their rampage while glancing around with contempt.

Just then, an exhausted city defense force finally rushed to the battlefield.

However, a vampire had just swung his blade and beheaded the last soldier, the head arcing through the air before crashing heavily into a pool of blood.

Almost simultaneously, the terrifying mechanical behemoth slowly emerged from the portal.

Its massive body is completely encased in thick steel, making it look like a mobile fortress from a distance.

Its internal, fiery body radiates high temperatures, resembling flowing lava, making it too terrifying to look directly at.

Standing on all fours, it was as tall as a three-story building, and every step it took caused the ground to shake violently, as if the entire city was trembling.

The vampires shouted, and as if in response, the giant beast raised its head to the right, emitting a mechanical roar that sounded more like a machine than a living being.

"Ugh——"

The same scene unfolded throughout St. Glory Castle, as a dozen or so Tekkaman Destroyers manufactured by Kilsager set foot in the capital of Ursus.