"Don't kill too many," Noan said, his face remaining indifferent. "Leave a few alive to spread the message to the others."
Vylyss smiled. However, at this moment, that smile was filled with killing intent and an icy coldness that would terrify anyone who saw it.
Even Zhisse and the second soul shuddered at the sight of that smile.
Vylyss lightly kissed Noan's lips before laughing and saying, "As you command, my Master."
Immediately after, she completely vanished into a stream of black smoke.
Noan took a deep breath. He knew that if he wanted to grow, he couldn't keep hiding like this forever.
The resource production speed of the 'Resource Archive Center' was too slow.
He had no other way to gather more resources except by plundering them from other Lords.
Although he was cowardly, he was by no means a good person.
He was neither a God nor a Hero; he had no obligation to serve anyone.
He would live for himself.