Chapter 645 - 260: Commanding the Dragon Horde, Savage Expansion
Chapter 645: Chapter 260: Commanding the Dragon Horde, Savage Expansion
"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.
His entire upper body, including his head, was brutally ripped apart by a giant, black-scaled claw, sending a spray of flesh, blood, and entrails exploding into the air!
A single claw, an instant kill!
The dozens of die-hards who had charged with him didn’t even have time to register what had happened before they witnessed a sight that froze their very souls.
Lektorn also received his orders and sprang into action!
[Frenzy] activated!
He let out a roar thick with suppressed humiliation. His massive body transformed into a black reaper weaving through the shadows before instantly melting into the ground.
SQUISH! SQUISH! SQUISH!
The feast of death began anew!
A series of flat shadows shot across the hard, dead-branch-littered ground at high speed. Each time one erupted from a kinsman’s shadow, it was accompanied by a mangled corpse being torn asunder!
In just a few seconds, the dozens of die-hards were all reduced to pieces, which fell like rain.
The battle was over the moment it began.
An absolute, crushing slaughter!
All the surviving Shadow-Stealing Wings watched this scene in terror.
They looked at the god-like, demonic figure, then at Lektorn, whose combat power had soared to an unbelievable level.
That decrepit waste they had mocked for years, the one they had scorned...
How had he become so fearsome and terrifying?!
Blood stained the platform red.
Lektorn reappeared, bathing in the bloody rain of his kin. He threw his head back and let out a long, cathartic roar.
Then, he turned to all his kin and, with all his might, let out a deafening proclamation.
"Brothers! I have returned! For revenge!"
"It was this great Master who granted me a new life! Who granted me infinite power and eternal life!"
He spread his wings, displaying his body, which pulsed with power.
"Open your eyes and look! What kind of lives are we living now?!"
"Your ’great’ Lord Belashen—how many of the rewards from the upper Dragon Race has he pocketed for himself?"
"Those life-extending treasures, that precious Ancestral Dragon Essence Qi—has he ever shared a single drop with you?!"
"No! Nothing at all!"
"We still have to fight over a few scraps of rotten meat! We still have to wait for death in starvation and old age, utterly hopeless!"
"For centuries, why has our clan’s population never been able to exceed ten thousand? Have you ever thought about it?!"
"Because we are nothing but livestock he’s raised! We’re watchdogs that can be cast aside at any moment!"
Lektorn’s voice, filled with grief, indignation, and power, worked in concert with the Spirit suggestions of the Black Nightmare Race. It was like a series of heavy hammers, shattering the last shred of illusion in the hearts of every Shadow-Stealing Wing.
He spun around abruptly and offered Lin Ye the most devout kowtow.
"Now! A new king has descended!"
"Follow the Master! Overthrow Belashen’s tyranny! For our race! Let us create a truly glorious era!"
Lin Ye’s icy gaze swept over every Shadow-Stealing Wing prostrated below, like a monarch Patrolling Territory.
His words, his power, and the Spirit seeds planted in secret by the Black Nightmare Race were rapidly fermenting.
Finally, an ancient dragon—the oldest among them, so gaunt and emaciated that even the membranes of its wings were dry and wrinkled—tremblingly raised its head.
It looked at the towering figure, then at its own body, which was on the verge of death. The last flame of hope ignited in its murky draconic eyes.
It struggled, using all its strength to bow its head—a head it had held high in pride for hundreds of years—in Lin Ye’s direction.
"Great... Master..."
VMMMM—!
The instant the master-servant pact was formed, a vast surge of life energy flooded into its body!
Before the horrified eyes of all the other dragons, the old dragon’s shriveled flesh plumped up at a visible rate. Its withered Scale Armor regained a dark luster, and its once-murky eyes became clear and powerful!
It... had returned to its prime!
This scene was like tossing a spark into a powder keg, instantly detonating the entire crowd!
The first domino had been pushed.
Then, the chain reaction began.
"This! This... is a miracle!"
"It... It really got younger!"
"Follow him! We can attain eternal life, too!"
"Master...!"
"We are willing to submit!"
"Master! Lead us to create a new era!"
Amidst the tsunami-like roars, one hesitant Shadow-Stealing Wing after another completely cast aside their final reservations and doubts, fanatically pledging their loyalty to Lin Ye.
’So what if it’s Belashen? He only treated us like dogs! A wise bird chooses which tree to nest in. This isn’t betrayal—we simply hadn’t met a worthy master until now!’