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The Crusaders seem to slow down, confused by the psychic tendrils digging into their brain. However, it doesn't seem to work as well as Chantelle had expected. Even as she attempts to compell them, she can tell that these soldiers are... not entirely human. Their brains had been altered in some way, and they had the unwavering conviction of a psychopath. Not only were they immune to her beauty, but they seemed incapable of even recognizing her beauty. A temporary confusion was all she would be able to gain from them through mental addling, and she would be forced to use the distraction to run.

Mere minutes away, a large death machine stomped through the wasteland. Four robotic legs carried it forward, hissing and steaming. It's armour plating was covered in holy symbols, to ward off the undead. On each side of the central cockpit was a smoke dispenser that spread a mist of holy water. a central rotating turret placed on the front of the vehicle sported a massive flamethrower, built to incinerate any undead who might oppose them. It was a sight that had been imprinted into many a vampire before, a weapon that had gained somewhat of a reputation. Nearly impervious to vampiric blade and claw attacks, it's weaponry was able to excellently dispatch even large groups of vampires with relative ease.