"Henry, do you know what the very first thing we should do after becoming the Divine Race is?"
Doctor Henry answered loudly without a moment's hesitation, his eyes burning with fervor.
"Naturally, we must cleanse the world and destroy the rebellious Holy Knights! Crush every force that refuses to submit and establish royal authority!"
"Hahaha... wrong!"
The king shook his head gently. His smile abruptly turned cold, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
Utterly bewildered, Henry looked up at the king, unable to understand what he meant.
In that instant of distraction!
Shlk!
A hand shot through the air and mercilessly pierced Doctor Henry's heart!
Blood gushed out, flesh flying everywhere!
Every researcher, lab assistant, and surviving test subject stared wide-eyed, frozen in shock!
Doctor Henry lowered his head to look at the bloody hand thrust through his chest. As he felt his life rapidly draining away, his face filled with utter disbelief, endless despair, and bitter resentment.
He had poured his heart and soul into creating an everlasting foundation for the kingdom, a foundation for the Divine Race, and a trump card that defied the heavens!
And his reward was to be ruthlessly silenced, killed with a hand through his heart!
"W... why... Your Majesty..."
Henry coughed up mouthfuls of blood, his voice hoarse and trembling, his eyes filled with the anguish of a man who could not die in peace.
The king slowly withdrew his hand and casually wiped the blood from his fingertips. His voice was cold and utterly unruffled, as though he were discussing something trivial.
"Henry, you're still far too naive."
"The most important thing, of course, is to eliminate every unpredictable factor. And you... if you can transform the royal family, what about other people?"
"You're too dangerous!"
"Besides, you just said yourself