Chapter 252 Countless Lackeys
"Holy crap, the Grand Commander of the Knights?"
The red-haired woman's mind raced.
That idiot was just bragging to me about how awesome he was in the past, how he was a top figure in the European Round Table Council, and how any of his subordinates were ruthless and invincible. He even said that if he could wake up from the Mirror of Eternal Dream and return to Europe, he would be a local tyrant.
And then there's the person who can be called a knight commander by this cerebral palsy patient...
The N76 district chief stared intently at his boots, daring not to make another move—he knew Hamilton's temper all too well; those who could break through the encirclement at the Round Table were all incredibly cruel and neurotic, and might just kill him the next second on the grounds that his left foot had moved first.
The red-haired woman suddenly realized what was happening.
"You two idiots are spreading rumors and misleading the public."
"How much has the Knight Commander contributed to the world? How can you slander him like this?"
“On behalf of all Eoubs operatives, I will strangle you.”
The red-haired woman stood up abruptly, with just a thought—and Amber and Nori's heads were crushed by an invisible force. Strangely, the burst blood and brain tissue floated in mid-air, slowly wriggling as if in slow motion, before falling down after a few breaths.
Hamilton was speechless for a moment.
"Who do you think you are? There are no women in the Knights Order."
He asked the other person, who he had thought was just a plaything for Zelda to satisfy her lust, but he didn't expect that the person was quite strong and was the kind of useless person who could be used in a certain way. It seemed that he was probably an operative sent by another continent's branch.
"well……"
The red-haired woman was like an Oscar-winning actor.
"My name is Katherine. I am an elite operative from the Americas Division, sent to Siberia. I also contributed a great deal of effort in the mission to combat natural disasters."
"I don't know if you remember Joseph. He almost became my teacher."
"I met Mr. Zelda during a node brawl, and I saved his life."
"It's just a pity... the European Knights don't accept women, otherwise I would have switched sides and pledged my loyalty to you long ago."
"Waaah, I almost cried when I talked about this."
As Catherine said this, she actually shed a few tears, her tone extremely aggrieved. At the same time, she stole a few glances at Hamilton, thinking to herself, "You think you don't accept women on your side? If I didn't know I couldn't beat you, I would have given you a physical castration."
Hamilton was shocked.
What an idiot! It's outrageous that I listened to this bitch spout nonsense for so long.
But it doesn't matter. Right now, he does need some ruthless characters to consolidate his strength. It's better for him to kill indiscriminately than for someone to be a scapegoat.
"Hmm... looks like you're doing really well."
"And they killed many people."
"Then we need to have a serious talk about our future plans."
Selma was silent for a while, but what she was really thinking was, "Damn it, haven't you killed enough people? Now you're attacking me? That's really outrageous."
But since things had come to this point, he dared not say more and could only answer truthfully.
"Knight Commander, please let me explain."
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Twenty minutes later.
Zelda directly used his highest authority to gather all the subordinates in the N76 district. These people who had undergone the Bloodline Transplant surgery were all speechless. What was going on?
Although this place has always prioritized brute force and has a specific name, the Annihilation Army, it is essentially a resistance group forcibly incorporated by Zelda. Apart from a few dozen combatants led by him who can be considered experts, the remaining thousands are just some insignificant scum.
One of the team members felt that he had a good relationship with Zelda, at least they had been with some really good girls together, and they were the kind of friends who were just drinking buddies. So he just asked with a smile, "Hey bro, why are you taking this kind of shitty world so seriously? Humanity is practically destroyed, so let's not play the official game, okay? We're all thinking about how to have fun now, so stop pretending."
Normally, this executive wouldn't have spoken to Zelda, mainly because he had just returned from the N52 district, where he had seized many laser weapons from the Tattoo Gang. In theory, he was a hero and had even secured a lot of necessary funds. However, the other reason was that he thought the person in charge was just drunk and making a fuss, and that what he was saying was a bit too outrageous.
Therefore... one can imagine what this person's fate would be.
In the blink of an eye, he was killed by Zelda. As an operative responsible for clearing the battlefield in the Knights of Fame, and as one of the best of the B03, his special ability was so powerful that it could make even gods and demons weep. He could easily deal with ordinary B-rank characters, let alone a minor character like this with a gene transplant.
The man's entire soul was instantly frozen, covered by supreme power. In just a few seconds, he collapsed to the ground like a brain-damaged person who had lost his mind, sticking out his tongue and becoming a dull, mentally challenged individual.
This move immediately calmed down the other subordinates, and no one dared to say anything funny—damn it, the Zelda manager must have been tortured today, and he seems to be in a very bad mood.
Even though they were dissatisfied, the group lined up in accordance with the original arrangement without any negligence.
"Fellow countrymen, let me say a few words... Due to the changing times and the circumstances, the size of our annihilation army has to be temporarily changed. Now, all action plans and instructions will be under the responsibility of Lord Hamilton. In other words, he will be your leader from now on."
Zelda said this, while the person in question remained calm, surveying his subordinates with a scrutinizing gaze, wondering what new policy he was going to implement.
Thousands of annihilation troops looked at each other, all thinking—Damn, is this for real? We just finished with some women, and now you're suddenly making a last-minute change? That's way too much.
Besides, who are you, Zelda?
To possess such divinely bestowed abilities and still be replaced? That's utterly absurd... But that's all they thought. After all, the regional head was the strongest here, and they had to do whatever he said, even if it was because he was unhappy that their left foot stepped into the base first, and they had to make everyone perform suicides for him.
Hamilton surveyed the makeshift troops, feeling a deep unease. They were the worst of the worst, utter trash—calling them utter garbage would be an understatement; they were complete useless. Few of them would be of any use in a fight with other operatives. Bullying some civilians was one thing, but there was no need to go that far.
He was utterly speechless. Although he needed some junk to replenish his strength, those were still high-value consumables. What kind of high-quality stuff were these? They were the kind of items that nobody would even bother with if he threw them out as bargaining chips, okay?
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