Bang——
One by one, the Mamluk cavalry crashed thunderously against the rising black shields.
Blood left jagged grooves on the shield wall.
A drop of blood slid down the patterns of the shield, landing at the edge of the mouth of the Ghost Face Relief—it subtly shifted its eyeballs, and the tongue at the edge of its mouth swiftly licked the blood into its mouth.
The Ghost Face Relief squinted its eyes, revealing a look of enjoyment.
It dared not overdo it and could only steal a taste now and then.
The weak souls floating in the air, once they got close, would be wrapped in the gloomy wind and sucked into the mouth of the Ghost Face Relief.
Before marching, Losa had already instructed this fellow not to make the scene too ugly, or it would be irredeemable—if others found out that his followers were vampires, werewolves, evil spirits...
How could Losa keep up with his holy charades?
