Villain Ch 1365. New Great Lord
A ripple of unease spread through the villagers.
The head priest's hands trembled slightly before he lowered them, his voice less sure now. "But… you are not him. You are not the one we have served."
The Devil Emperor's smirk widened, his crimson eyes glowing with something almost amused. "Your Great Lord has long since fallen. I have taken his place."
The villagers staggered back, their expressions torn between devotion and fear. Some whispered among themselves, others trembled where they stood.
"This is wrong," the priest murmured, as if struggling to process what was happening. "The Great Lord cannot be replaced."
The eerie glow from the ruined altar flickered like a dying flame, casting long, twisted shadows over the villagers. Their whispers spread like wildfire, fear and confusion lacing their every word. The Devil Emperor, standing at the altar, let out a low, dark chuckle.