When Cheng Han proposed a "public deliberation," a voice of opposition spoke up:
"We were comrades, after all. Mu Qiang contributed greatly to the Black Armor Army. Killing him with a single shot would have been enough. There's no need to mess with his corpse."
The speaker was Yue Lin, who had usually been quite close to Mu Qiang.
Cheng Han wore a cold expression. "Yue Lin, your sympathy for Mu Qiang is a weakness in your mind. It will become something the Heretical Gods can exploit.
"The Heretical Gods' methods are far more terrifying than you imagine. So long as you reveal even the slightest weakness, they may infiltrate you bit by bit until your mental defenses collapse completely."
Yue Lin stated his position directly. "I swear to be enemies with the Sartre People for the rest of my life and to remain forever loyal to the Wan Hao Clan. I only hoped he could die peacefully."
Cheng Han's tone was mocking. "Mu Qiang is our enemy. I intend to alter an enemy's corpse, yet you stood up to oppose it and even hoped the enemy could die peacefully. Is this what you call 'being enemies with the Sartre People for the rest of your life'?"
Yue Lin froze, at a loss for words. "This... I..."
Cheng Han barked, "Look into my eyes!"
With a thought, a subtle change immediately occurred in his gaze, which carried a stream of information.
Yue Lin instinctively looked over.
The next instant.
Disgust actually appeared on his face.
Cheng Han sighed. "I just used a secret technique to transmit the scene of 'a Sartre town being bombed' from the dream into your mind. You seemed to find that scene extremely repulsive."
Yue Lin fell silent.
Only then did he realize that his words