Piaro's Vulgarity

'What the hell was that? Was that damn human taunting me?' Melchior thought as he clenched his fist venomously.

He already hated his situation plenty enough. He did not need to be humiliated by being looked down on by the human as well.

"Advance!" Melchior barked.

Following Melchior's order, the commanding Pureblood Vampires led the lower-rank vampires beneath.

"The bat formation is no more! Everyone, forward! We will join up with the first army and advance together!" a Pureblood Vampire voiced, his crimson eyes glimmering with intensity.

Invisible strands of mental power spread out and seeped into the minds of the lower-rank vampires, prompting them to obey him.

The Pseudo-Vampires and Halflings in the vanguard immediately issued shrill cries and hisses before charging ahead.

However, Red Wyvern Ancestor suddenly descended from the sky with a heavy drop, splitting the ground apart and blocking their advancement.