Clatter!
A large group of Celestial Dragon elites dropped to their knees first.
The Holy Knights knelt with even greater reverence.
They drove nineteen swords into the ground.
They threw out the corpses of the Five Elders, those old dogs who had once served them, and brought the Celestial Dragon maids forward.
"We pledge ourselves to the Demon King for ten thousand years!"
"We pledge ourselves to the Demon King for ten thousand years!"
"We pledge ourselves to the Demon King for ten thousand years!"
Huh?
Ye Zhuo didn't quite understand. That was quite a move.
They had gone straight to kneeling?
Even the Five Elders, the ones he hated most, were dead.
Hadn't they just wiped out potential tasks he might have gotten in the future?
"The Celestial Dragon maids can stay.
Wipe out the Celestial Dragon elites."
Ye Zhuo waved a hand.
The Shadowkhan moved swiftly, covering the maids' faces before taking them to Demon King Island.
They had to cover their eyes. Otherwise, a single glimpse of the Shadow Empire would drive them all mad.
As for the remaining Celestial Dragons, they could simply be killed.
What use was their loyalty?
Did it mean anything?
"Your Majesty, we have ruled the world for years.
We know its countless affairs inside and out!
We can assist Your Majesty perfectly!"
The Celestial Dragon elites panicked.
In their eyes,
Ye Zhuo was domineering, bloodthirsty, and arrogant. He also loved being flattered.
Then there were his bizarre tastes, infamous across the seas.
The Five Elders were dead, and he had the Celestial Dragon maids.
Why wasn't that enough?
The words "Celestial Dragon" had once meant power and greed.
They loved those things, as did the rest of the world.
Why didn't Ye Zhuo?
As the Demon King, shouldn't he love them