"Don't believe his lies! Lektorn has always been a traitor! This is their new conspiracy!"
"For the glory of Lord Belashen!"
Lin Ye watched this group of "die-hards" jump forward. A cold, sharp glint of amusement flashed in his blazing golden, slit pupils.
'Excellent.'
'This scene was actually part of my plan.'
'Brainwashing alone lacks a certain sense of ceremony.'
'You always need a few sacrifices to announce the end of an old era and the birth of a new king.'
'These... are the sacrifices I deliberately kept the Black Nightmare Race from influencing!'
Lin Ye couldn't even be bothered to waste words. His figure vanished on the spot.
[Spatial Warp]!
The next instant, he appeared before the lead Centurion.
"SQUELCH—!!!"
There was no earth-shattering clash of energy, only the dull sound of claws tearing through flesh and blood.
The anger and loyalty on the Centurion's face were frozen for eternity.
