Pure physical attacks were completely useless against this group of undead Blood Clan. They had no specific targets; anything that breathed would be attacked, and Adolf, Snow Emperor, Zeus, and Hades were none spared.
With a single slap, Adolf shattered a Blood Clan member's body to pieces. That foe could still move, but had essentially lost its aggressiveness. How many people among the various Allied Army factions could manage even that? The Blood Clan were never weak to begin with...
In a critical moment, one still had to rely on the Holy See and the few magicians from the Freemasons to fight magic with magic.
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