The Power of the Evil King
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
At the same time, in a hidden place of the snowy plains.
The Evil King, who had witnessed the scene of his defeat, did not show any signs of anger.
On the contrary, judging from his expression, a hint of pleasure could be seen.
A black-robed man looked at the Evil King, who seemed to have gone a little mad, and asked, "Master! I really didn't expect those guys to pass this test! What should we do next?"
The Evil King smiled at the black-robed man and said, "Kamps, in their hearts, what is morality now? What is conscience to them now? Hahahahaha!"
"Only when their hearts are filled with anger, can our plan be carried out more smoothly! Isn't that right?"
Suddenly, the ghost fire from before appeared in the Evil King's hand once again.
He looked at the ghost fire in his hand, then he smiled and said, "I really hadn't expected that! You're actually capable of attacking your own people! How interesting!"