"Careful, calm down!"
**BANG!**
"Damn! My foot!"
"The top of your head... watch the top of your head."
**CLINK! CLANK!**
"Linglin, drag this son of a bitch."
Kratos was at the forefront, defending the formation. He took the role of the tank, thrashing and cutting down the enemies that jumped upon him.
"Fuck this shit! Aren't we hunting a Vampire? How did it become the Ghoul apocalypse?"
They didn't know why the dead suddenly became undead.
Do vampires have the skills to create undead and ghouls?
They didn't know about that, but the only possibility they could think of was that Vampires used Blood Mystic abilities to manipulate their blood and use them as puppets.
Something that they never expected in their wildest dream.
Gritting his teeth, Kratos swung his blade at the soldiers who turned into Ghouls that appeared before him suddenly, but the blade cut through the air and did nothing.
