The Almighty Dragon General

Chapter 7590



"Can't you be serious for once?"

"I am serious," James shrugged. "I'm curious to see whether the child of Waitara Path or the Hongrome Child would be stronger."

Thea groaned and then looked down shyly. "Jamie, you've been planning this all along."

James finally let out a mischievous smile. "Who needs to plan? If we want to have children, let's just have them."

Thea pinched James' waist hard and fell silent.

At that moment, Wyot suddenly shouted from the steps below, "Xovior, bring them up!"

With his command, a group of elite guards from the Doom Race escorted a large number of men and women to the massive square. They were not ordinary members of the race but lords and Heavenly Paths of various universes under the Doom Race's domain.

As soon as they landed, they knelt in unison and shouted, "Greetings, Clan Leader! We pledge our loyalty to the Doom Race and to you!"

Their synchronized voices echoed like thunder throughout the Chaos Temple, sounding like a death knell to the kneeling powerhouses and senior authorities. They never imagined that after Wyot had eliminated nearly half of the lords and Heavenly Paths, he would subdue all the remaining ones from the fifty-three universes.

Among them were the lords of more than half of the planes and the Heavenly Paths.

Without anyone noticing, Wyot had taken complete control of the Doom Race. Keeping the so-called senior authorities and nobles now seemed unnecessary.

Wyot aimed to establish his authority and become the supreme clan leader, with his word being absolute.

Wyot exuded a murderous aura, cold and ruthless, completely different from his previous self.

"If you make a mistake, you must be punished. If you break the rules, you

y the price. Will you do bet

mus or shall I help you?"

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yourselves, or shall I help you?"

His words were directed at the kneeling senior authorities and nobles. In simple terms, they could

either commit suicide and p

preserve their souls for

reincarnation, or be executed by Wyot with the Chaos Honlarne Sword, their souls obliterated with no chance of reincarnation. This was a choice that risked one's life, and the key was to choose the way to die.

The terrified senior authorities and nobles exchanged desperate glances.

At that moment, a female living being stood up. "Wyot Dalibor, are you really so heartless and ruthless?"

"No." Wyot looked at her. "In the past, I was too lenient and indulgent with you. You forgot the oaths and rules of the Doom Race.

"Back in Jorvahn Temple, you should have perished. It was Emperor Caden who spared you on my behalf.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

"Upon returning to Doom Realm, you remained incorrigible, acting as you pleased. You have only yourselves to blame for my ruthlessness.

"For the long-term stability of the race, to restore our dignity and reputation, you must die."

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As he spoke, he swung the Chaos Honlarne Sword, and a blue sword light flashed. The female living being's head fell to the ground with a thud.