Papa Paladin

In the basement, there was silence.

The hateful eyes of the crown wearer swept across the faces of the stick holders, and the high-level members of the Council of Truth subconsciously lowered their heads to avoid meeting his eyes.

Who wouldn't want to solve Zuo Yi's trouble?

The war that broke out between Zuo Yi and the Zhenzhi Council has made them sleepless, and no one wants to be the fourth or fifth stick holder to die in Zuo Yi's hands...

But the Zhenzhi Council had already dealt with Zuo Yi, and the result?

The bloody example is right in front of you, and no one will choose to be the first bird at this time.

This year, the Council of Truth is having a hard time. The "Fear Falling" plan implemented some time ago has encountered serious setbacks. Not only did it fail to achieve much results, but it lost its troops and lost a large number of elite stalkers under the severe blows of extraordinary forces from various countries. And the dagger holder, even the ring wearer suffered a lot of casualties.

The most serious thing is that the Council of True Knowledge is now reduced to a street mouse. Everyone in the world is screaming and beating. Recently, it was stabbed several times by the old enemy Tarot Society, and the basic situation is almost unstable.

Now he said he wanted to deal with Zuo Yi, how could Zuo Yi be easy to deal with, he was the new third Alpha in Daxia, his limelight even overshadowed Qin Wuyang and Fan Hailiu, and his strength was unfathomable.

And because of the "Fear Falling" plan, the Zhenzhi Council's influence in Daxia was almost uprooted, and there was no spare power to launch new actions.

The twenty wand holders present all had resentment in their hearts. Originally, everyone was living a good life, but the crown wearer insisted on coming up with a "fear coming" plan, forcing a so-called wave of terror all over the world...

Simply inexplicable!

The Council of True Knowledge is very powerful, but not strong enough to fight against the whole world, and the seven extraordinary forces are not vegetarians. How could they tolerate them making troubles in their own territory?

Facts have proved that the "fear falls" plan instigated by the wearer is a joke!

But slander is slander, and dissatisfaction is dissatisfaction. None of the stick holders dare to violate the authority of the crown wearer. Their strength and influence come from the latter, and the price of betrayal is too high.

The crown wearer looked back in disappointment and resentment.

If these guys in front of him were real people, then he would definitely whip the whip of true knowledge and beat them hard, making them remember their identity and responsibility.

In the eyes of the crown wearers, the stick holders have all fallen. They have wealth and power, and they are used to living a luxurious life.

An Alpha makes everyone shudder, and shames the Council of True Knowledge.

Unfortunately, he can't whip the hologram.

The crown wearer realized that it was unrealistic to expect these rod holders to deal with Zuo Yi.

He suppressed the anger in his heart, waved his hand and said: "Think about it for yourself, Zuo Yi is already crazy, he will not let you go, today's meeting is here, but next time you must come up with a plan ,otherwise…"

"Your cowardice and retreat will be punished by God!"

The last two words were squeezed out between the teeth of the crown wearer, as if they were ravings from hell, carrying the deepest curse, which made all the stick holders present terrified!

Because they know that the threat of the crown wearer is by no means a false threat!

The stick holders stood up one by one, silently bowed to the crown wearer, and then exited the meeting room.

When the holographic image of the last rod holder disappeared, the crown wearer sitting alone on the main seat couldn't help but roared angrily: "It's trash, it's all shit!"

As the contemporary wearer of the Council of Truth, all the stick holders are personally selected and cultivated by him, giving them strength and investing resources to help them grow.

Raising soldiers for a thousand days and using them for a short period of time, but when it came time to really need them to make sacrifices for the organization, all of them became dissatisfied.

Although the crown wearer is not worried that this group of subordinates will betray, because they all made the oath of gods and demons when they joined the club, but he can't guarantee that everyone will be loyal and dedicated.

The organizational system of the Truth Council is very strict, and it has been standing for thousands of years, but in today's era of drastic changes, its existence has encountered unprecedented challenges.

But in the final analysis, power is king. If he has unparalleled power and can personally suppress Zuo Yi, then all stick holders must be respectful and respectful.

However, the wearer dare not.

Because he knows exactly how powerful and terrifying Zuo Yi is, all kinds of deeds show that Zuo Yi is very likely to be the most powerful Alpha in the world, or one of them.

The crown wearer does not have any confidence to defeat Zuo Yi.

His angry roar now can actually be said to be an incompetent roar!

After roaring a few words, the crown wearer took off his golden mask slumpedly, revealing a pale old face.

He stood up slowly, opened the partition wall of the meeting room and entered the secret room.

The crown-wearer of the Council of Truth took off his robe and coat, revealing his thin upper body, and then knelt down in front of the altar enshrining the Dreadlord.

On the altar, the fearful demon king with a ferocious face suddenly seemed to "come alive". A pair of obsidian-inlaid magic eyes revealed a sharp and cold light, staring at the crown wearer kneeling in front of him.

"waste!"

An extremely cold voice suddenly sounded in the crown wearer's mind, as if a red-hot steel needle had pierced deeply into his skull: "Incompetent waste!"

The crown wearer couldn't help but let out a scream. He pressed his head on the cold floor and begged for mercy: "My lord, please forgive my incompetence. Please give me a little more time."

The dreaded demon king didn't answer, and the lifelike idol quietly oozes a large puff of black smoke, which instantly condenses into a four or five meter long whip of thorns, which strikes the wearer like lightning.

"ah!"

The whip fell silently, but the crown wearer was convulsed by the whipping. His whole face was distorted. He didn't know how much pain he had endured, and his eyes were full of despair.

Like a well-whipped underdog.

But the Dreadlord showed no mercy, and the whip of thorns hit him again.

The door of the secret room closed automatically without a sound, blocking the mournful howling of the crown wearer.

When the door opened again, it was already half an hour later.

The wearer with whip marks all over his body slowly crawled out of the secret room, dragging a long bloodstain behind him. His upper body was already bloody and bloody, and bones were even exposed in many places, which was extremely miserable.

"Left, Zuo Yi..."

Gritting his teeth to say the name, it seemed like a curse word, echoing in the meeting room for a long time.