Chapter 90

• “All of you are fucking useless!” Marcus shouted as he teleported from one place to another, and as he stopped in front of Priscilla - the witch who was using dark magic, his hands were already covered with blood, but it was not his or hers.
• It was the blood of those rogues and bewildered vampires whom he just killed right now to vent his failure and anger into. The five individual werewolf rogues were now lying dead with separated heads on the floor as the vampires only vanished into thin air. The others were gasping in fear as they took a step back, trying to get out of this way and not ignite much more of his anger.
• On the other hand, two-woman slave vampires from his kingdom entered and nonchalantly started to clean up the floor as if they were already immune to such a sight as they do it nonchalantly.