Aomazo had waited half a day in Area 51 before he finally saw a large crowd pour into the plaza.
"Lord! Have you finally come to save us?"
"I have a spot! I have a spot!"
These people were the last batch of diehards Amu had rooted out after taking over. Nuoqila had not finished purging them, so Amu had identified every last one after assuming control.
They had originally been set aside for the next human trafficking transaction. Now, Amu had simply sent them all here. They were fanatics anyway. Once he told them the Great Judgment had arrived and the Lord had come to collect them, a little coaxing was all it took to make them obediently worship Aomazo here.
Brando, Luo Yan, Seth, and the others mingled with the crowd, trying to approach Aomazo.
The twenty Little Greys stood in small groups, talking quietly. The sudden evacuation order had shaken them too, and they were all worried about their futures.
But when they saw the so-called "Illuminati leadership" arrive, they immediately resumed their cold demeanor, releasing terrifying pheromones to cow everyone present.
Aomazo looked at these people with satisfaction. The ancient pact had indeed been a scam.
It was nothing more than a promise dangled before the Illuminati, keeping them deeply invested and giving them hope.
Now it served another purpose: drawing the Illuminati's core members here in droves.
Without question, anyone qualified to compete for a spot had to be a core member. These people knew the most. Kill them, and the Illuminati would effectively be finished.
This organization had been cultivated by the Anunnaki. Now that they were abandoning Earth, they could not simply hand it over to the Ziwei Group.
Besides, Ziwei might use it against them. So Dulan had ordered Kabuli to tie