At the same time, on the ground’s surface, Ghouls and Undead suddenly appeared on the right side of the expedition army.

Vandalieu had never intended to rely on Talosheim’s sturdy walls and catapults to engage in a defensive battle.

Talosheim’s defenses were strong indeed, but since there were no reinforcements to wait on, he hadn’t thought that holing up in the fortress would make any difference.

And if things dragged on, the expedition army would likely request reinforcements from the Mirg shield-nation, and it would be terrible if the Pure-breed Vampires lost their temper and showed up personally.

That was why he would quickly exterminate them while they were still underestimating him.

To that purpose, Vandalieu had used Golem Transmutation to build a tunnel and a large cave in which his allies could wait.

“UOOOOH!”
“KILL THEM AAAALL!”

“Protect the children! Slaughter the intruders!”

“Don’t you dare set foot in our nation again!”

The morale of the Ghouls and Undead, who had been on standby underground for several hours, was high. None of them would had any problems with being in complete darkness, and more importantly, this was a battle to defend their home.

There was no way that their morale could fall.

“E-enemies!”

“Rise up and… face them! Uegh…”

The expedition armies attempted to fight back like the elite soldiers they were, but the disease was eating into their bodies and robbing them of their strength. Even as they tried to stand up and regain their formations, many of them succumbed to the violent nausea and spewed gastric juices all over the ground.