"Take off your helmet!" Laine removed the Blood Red Duke's helmet, revealing his true face, half-destroyed and half in a dying state.
Before he fell to become a vampire, he must have been a handsome man.
"In the name of the Lady! I judge you!" The Goddess of Revenge swept by, and the Blood Red Duke's head fell to the ground, with all his souls sucked into the subspace storm created by Laine, ensuring he could never resurrect.
The Blood Red Duke, who brought five hundred years of painful memories to Brittania, met his end by the Grismore riverbank.
Laine understood it wasn't that the Blood Red Duke was weak, but that he had become stronger; after this battle, he was touching the threshold of the Holy Sanctuary.
"No!!!" Riding a zombie dragon in the distant sky, Manfred arrived tardily, just in time to witness the Blood Red Duke beheaded.
