I only let Hephaestus hear my voice. The leaders I had spared previously had been sent to his corps, and they were causing trouble in their union. It was ridiculous to see them shaking in fear. I called in my people who were on standby at a distance.

After a while, Seong-Il scolded sternly, “Hurry up and move! Do you not understand me? Who the fuck still doesn’t understand Korean in the Final Stage?”

The leaders of the group, who were still alive, were being thrown into a corner. The ashes on the ground hadn’t been washed away even by heavy rain. The lightning bolts were gone now, but the leaders still saw them as a sickle of death. I could still hear their inner screams of terror as they glanced at me.

I looked away for a moment and lifted my head up towards the sky, trying to wipe away the ash powder that had stuck to my face.

More people were being brought here by my admirers, and the air was filled with groans. Many tried to hold in their moans as they thought it would hasten their deaths, but it was no use. Despite the heavy rainfall, their groans could still be hea...