Kapitel 332: Fate Killer

"Ugh, who the fuck are you now?" Mars turned to the red-eyed individual and felt like his body turned colder when he saw his eyes. "Red eyes. Another vampire? Fucking great."

"Hmm?" Rocinante turned around and smiled curiously. "Oh, he must be a Mist-Follower. How interesting."

Mist-Follower were the vampirekind who had reached high enough strength for the mist of Nightdale to follow them around. It was one of the highest honors a vampire could receive.

Reinhardt turned into the crimson light, flew past Mars and Rocinante, then appeared in front of Ambrose, towering over him with his impressive build.

"I have fought here every single moment after your disappearance." Reinhardt said coldly with a menacing look. "It's worse than torture, and that is coming from someone who enjoys proper fighting, and this is all because of you."

"Hah, it makes me happy that you are enjoying your time here." Ambrose said coldly.