Chapter 628: A war that is just beginning
This was perhaps the greatest treasure of the Murphy Clan. It has existed since ancient times.
The garment is a Saint Armor in all its glory, made specifically to shine during periods of great war. It enhances agility and speed while also providing great resistance to powerful attacks.
It is resistant to magic, making it an armor feared by humans.
But that is just the tip of the iceberg. The armor itself is equipped with many assassination weapons, which are currently on Sophia’s body. There are a total of 18 assassination weapons, all of which are of Saint Rank.
This is the largest and most complete set of Saint Weapons in existence today.
Its last owner was the only one who could rival the Dark Lord, and he has been dead for a long time.
That’s why it was time for this set of Saint Weapons to find an owner once again.
Originally, Frederick was going to use it so that he could have two people at Gray Allen’s level in the same faction. The problem is that once this armor and weapons are assigned to an owner, they cannot be claimed by another while the former owner is still alive.
When Frederick learned of Sophia’s first awakened ability, he finally made the decision not to claim the armor, realizing that she would be more worthy of it than he was.
That is why it is now in her hands.
Once the saint armor was attached to her body, she left.
As she left, Sophia looked at a man who had just arrived. Behind him were quite a few people, more women than men.
"Brother," she said.
Wilfred, seeing his beloved younger sister wearing the ancestral robes, smiled proudly.
"We hope you will lead us to victory. I brought all my subordinates. If you die today, I will too," he replied.
She smiled. "Don’t worry. This time we will win."
"Hahaha, since those are your words, I will believe them. Come on. It’s time to cause a massacre." He also drew his Saint Rank sword and wielded it.
Then Sophia looked at the ground beyond the tents.
There were large movements of people, weak and powerful. Cannon fodder and leaders. They all seemed to move in unison, caught up in military chants and war cries.
They were sending a message: they wouldn’t waste any time. If they didn’t prepare, they would be wiped out.
That’s why Sophia looked at the elders. "Send my order. All allied forces will move. We’re going to war. I will command them myself."
Although the elders were initially hesitant, they eventually agreed, as there was nothing they could do in these circumstances. The opportunity to retreat had been lost.
Furthermore, with Wilfred Murphy nearby to stop Sophia from doing anything crazy, they felt more at ease.
Within a few dozen minutes, a large number of people from the Murphy Clan stood before Sophia Murphy and Wilfred Murphy. They were all neatly arranged in groups of 100, 500, and 1,000.
They were armed from head to toe, trained men and a large number of powerful individuals.
Although the Murphy Clan does not compare in quality to the Allen Clan’s regiments, they are not too far behind. They also have large regiments capable of destroying nations on their own.
And today, all that vampire artillery was present. In addition, huge special combat vehicles from the Vampire Clans were ready to engage in a great battle.
They were numerous and powerful.
Sophia’s gaze swept around the area, inspecting each of her subordinates, ready for war.
"I would be lying if I told you this won’t be a difficult battle. We can all see the numbers. In terms of numbers, it’s difficult to match an entire kingdom, but even in terms of wealth, we are facing the richest kingdom in the world, and the Wagner Clan is not responding to messages, which possibly means that they have also betrayed the race."
"That’s why, for now, we’re on our own. There are more than 2 million vampires in front of us, and they’re after our heads and those of every one of our family members. They’re not looking to negotiate; they attacked us from behind, almost killing our leader. That’s why retreating here would be a disgrace to all our ancestors and to our leader."
"I know very well that the Clan’s feelings right now are the same as mine: we want revenge. But I also know very well that there is one or more traitors among us."
"For those traitors, I have a few words..." Sophia’s eyes suddenly became deadly dangerous.
"I swear by my name and my body, as the bearer of the Family Treasure, that I will find you. And when I find you... You will suffer the worst death you can imagine. Your nails and even your hair will scream in agony, for you will be subjected to the worst of torments."
After those hate-filled words, she smiled softly, making it seem as if it had been an illusion.
"Until then, you can enjoy your stay in this world. Good luck hiding, but I remind you that my clairvoyance has no limits." She smiled mockingly.
Finally, she looked at the battlefield in front of her.
"There are more than 2 million vampires, the best in the Kingdom. But I can also see that there are quite a few powerful ones from those new Clans. How do you feel when you see them?" she asked suddenly.
She hadn’t asked a question until now and remained silent to hear the response from everyone following her.
They took a deep breath before answering in a war cry: "We feel the urge to kill traitors and show them why they shouldn’t play with fire."
"They beat our leader and thought no one would come to his defense. They thought that without the Lord Leader, our Clan would have no one left. What do they think?! We feel the urge to tear them to pieces!" they roared.
Sophia finally smiled.
"If that’s the case, I don’t think I need to say anything else. Our enemies are waiting for us; they want our heads. It’s time to make them pay."
"HUOOOOH!"
Suddenly, at Murphy Camp, everyone let out a cry and began to move as well.
Despite the large army in front of them, the squads that could fly did so, while those that couldn’t stayed on the ground and advanced head-on against the large army.
On one side, the leaders stood at the back, watching everything happen with smiles on their faces.
On the other side... the leader was ready to cause a great slaughter.
A very fruitful one.