That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate novel Chapter 381

Chapter 381
The bluish-red moon glowed neon above the horizon. That was the beauty of an eclipse moon. It was mesmerizing, celestial… lethal.

Grand Lord Zaiper brought his mount to a halt atop the rise, staring boldly at the eerie sky as the moon cast its ominous light upon the towering gates of Ravenshadow.

“Ready!?” he bellowed.

A deafening chorus of hooves came to a halt behind him. Zaiper turned, eyes sweeping across the battalion amassed in the clearing. A grin stretched across his face.

What a deal he had struck.

Three hundred vampire warriors stood arrayed at his command. His reward for allying with the Vampire King of the South. Tonight, he would see his vengeance come to fruition.

“Tonight marks the beginning of a new era,” he shouted, raising his blade high. “An allegiance forged in blood and purpose. Vampires and Urekai, fighting together.”

A cheer rose before him.

“By the end of this night, many Urekai will fall, for the greater good! And though I cannot stand at the front lines, not beneath that cursed moon, I know you, my army, will bring victory to me!”

“Victory is ours!” they roared.

Zaiper’s sword sliced through the air. “Three hundred vampire soldiers will strike at the heart of Ravenshadow. Without their Grand Rulers, my people are newborns, vulnerable and disoriented. Tonight, we take what was denied to us!” He turned, pointing forward. “Now go! Storm the gates!”

Steel clashed as the army rushed forward. The grand gates of Ravenshadow were breached in moments. The courtyard was empty.

“Frederick, direct your men south!” Zaiper called to the vampire commander.

“Everyone, move south!” Frederick commanded.

The sound of hooves ricocheted along cobblestone as the army poured into the city’s heart, spreading like a flood. Soldiers took positions at intersections, flanking alleyways, prepared for ambushes.

“What’s going on?” Frederick slowed his mount. “Where are the civilians? Where is—”

A sharp whistling split the air.

Arrows.

Thousands of them.

“Ambush!” Frederick’s second, Kelvin, roared. “Take cover!”

The soldiers scattered, shields rising, but the arrows came thick and fast. Spears following.

Zaiper narrowed his eyes. “They’re putting up resistance, are they?” He kicked his horse forward. “Let them. I could use some sport.” He turned back. “Frederick! Send men underground. I want the Chalice now. If it's not in the vault, check the Vortex Hall. Send a strong unit, they may encounter a Grand Ruler.”

Frederick nodded, dispatching his scouts.

Zaiper rode calmly into the southern side. Still, not a soul. His lips curled. Where is everyone?

Shouting came.

Screams. Roars. The chaos of war.

Men came fleeing from the shadows, faces pale.

“Werewolves!” one soldier cried. “The four-legged beasts are here!”