Fi Za, the president of the Assassin Guild, and the imperial guard at the Dark Emperor's side had both been effortlessly slain before this Integrity Knight named Bercouli.
Anyone with eyes could see that even Shasta, one of the stronger Ten Lords, stood no chance against him.
Yet when faced with the Dark Emperor's orders, did they have any room to refuse or resist?
No. Under the rule of "absolute obedience to the strong," even if they knew they were being sent to their deaths, they could not defy the Dark Emperor's command.
As a result, aside from a few battle maniacs like Iskhan, the other Ten Lords of the Dark Territory all wore rather grim expressions.
They might not have gotten along with Shasta, and perhaps they had even wished for his death before.
But now, they could not help but feel sympathy for a fellow in the same plight. After Shasta was killed, would it be their turn to fight this monster?
"Your Excellency on the throne, you should be the strongest person in the Dark Territory, shouldn't you?
Are you not planning to fight personally? Are you just going to keep sending your subordinates to their deaths?"
Seeing the expressions on Shasta and the others' faces, Bercouli seemed to realize that although the Dark Territory had superior numbers, they were far from united.
Thus, he turned his gaze directly toward the Dark Emperor, Vector, and tried to sow discord.
"Although you are quite strong, as far as I know, the strongest person in the Human Realm is supposed to be the High Priest, isn't it?
Since you are not the strongest, you are not qualified to fight me!"
Hearing Vector's words, the Ten Lords of the Dark Territory cursed inwardly. That bastard clearly lacked absolute confidence and