"You're truly ruthless. To test who had sincerely pledged allegiance to you, you actually resorted to such a method!" He roared in fury, "But do you really think a mere handful of fish-men can stand against Germa's forces?"
With a wave of his hand, the people around him sprang into action. Roaring in unison, they charged at the envoys of various nations, who were still resisting desperately.
Seeing the enemy's fierce advance, the fish-men immediately threw themselves forward without regard for their lives, trying to stop those vicious attackers.
However, since they had been elite agents sent to disrupt the situation, their combat strength naturally far surpassed that of ordinary people. In a single exchange, more than a dozen fish-men were unable to withstand them, blasted apart in sprays of blood and mangled flesh, dying on the spot.
Seeing the fish-men they had once despised and hated step forward to protect them even in such a crisis, many envoys of various nations were overwhelmed with guilt. Some even shouted as they struggled to their feet, wanting to fight shoulder to shoulder with the fish-men and ease their burden.
"Hmph!" Seeing his men overwhelmingly suppress the situation, the spy leader snorted coldly. "The Alliance Leader sending this group of fish-men out will only increase the casualties. Using blood to spur everyone's fighting spirit is truly cold-blooded and heartless!"
Ronglin smiled faintly and waved his hand. "They're merely the prelude. The second step comes next."
"Hm?" The spy leader's expression changed again, and an inexplicable unease rose in his heart.
As Ronglin spoke, he turned and shouted, "Caesar! Aren't you ready yet?"
Boom!
Answering Ronglin's call, ceremonial cannons around the meeting hall suddenly roared one after another. They fired clumps of pink, mist-like powder that drifted down and enveloped the entire venue.