Confusion filled Diablo's heart.
And at this moment, it was not just Benimaru and Diablo who were confused. The other high-ranking officials, the Ten Great Lords, and the immortals who had been summoned all wore puzzled expressions.
After all, gathering so many high-level combat forces at once was no small matter.
Could it be that they were about to go to war with some major power?
Or had Lord Emperor finally lost patience and decided to start a war to unify the entire continent?!
Had they been gathered to formulate a strategic plan?
In any case, all sorts of guesses and theories were flying around.
Just as everyone was speculating among themselves, a familiar figure appeared before them.
The newcomer wore a black trench coat, with long azure hair tied behind her. Her exquisite face carried a faint air of majesty.
It was none other than Rimuru, the one who had summoned them.
At Rimuru's arrival, the atmosphere froze. The previously noisy gathering fell silent in an instant, and the entire place became utterly quiet.
At that moment, even the sound of a needle falling to the ground would have seemed deafening.
"Lord Rimuru!"
Diablo was the first to react. He dropped to one knee, his posture elegant yet sacred, his voice filled with unconcealed reverence and faith.
"Lord Rimuru!"
Benimaru followed closely behind, kneeling on one knee in the same manner as Diablo, dignified yet respectful as he saluted Rimuru.
"Lord Rimuru!"
"Lord Rimuru!"
"Lord Rimuru!"
Following Diablo and Benimaru's example, many others imitated them, dropping to one knee and offering Rimuru a grand salute.
Both their postures and tones brimmed with respect and reverence.
Even the Three-Eyed Five Manifestations Immortal and several adeptal True Lords such as Cloud Retainer, Mountain Shaper, and Moon Carver—who normally lived in