Lermontov's eyes had gone wide.
His mouth hung open, but no sound came out for a long while.
Just that morning, these people had still been his subordinates. Yet in less than an hour, they had all joined hands with some kid who had appeared out of nowhere to hold a cult ritual.
And judging by their crazed expressions, if he tried to stop them now, he would definitely die on the spot.
Lermontov swallowed, his back drenched in cold sweat. Taking advantage of no one noticing him, he quietly edged backward.
Of course, he did not think he was running away.
The incarnation of an evil god had descended upon this land. He had to report this news to prevent it from causing even greater destruction.
At the same time, the Imperial agents who had been bled half to death looked at the crazed crowd before them and were scared out of their wits.
After a cult ritual, sacrifices would surely be needed.
And they looked exactly like sacrifices.
Who!
Could someone please come save them?
At that moment.
These Ursus agents finally understood the value of life, the twists of fate, and the beauty of peaceful living.
Just as they desperately wriggled backward in an attempt to escape, Lermontov suddenly turned and ran.
Seeing this, the people still writhing on the ground completely lost it.
You old bastard tricked us into coming here to put on an act, and now we've all been turned into ingredients while you still want to run?
"Someone's running away."
"We want to report him!"
"I have important information to confess. Please spare my life."
The people writhing on the ground all began shouting, directly interrupting the Reunion Movement members who were in the middle of getting fired up.
Having their mood forcibly