Guild Wars

Chapter 1320: This Is Your World Council? - End

Huh?

That was the thought that ran through everyone’s minds, because they couldn’t even begin to fathom what this fellow was saying.

However, even Eva and Shuangtian, who were watching from a distance, had their faces change, much less those present in the room. After all, they understood the implications behind Draco’s words more intimately, and their disbelief was greater than everything that came before when put together.

"Nonsense!" Leero Onassis’ face changed as he stood up in anger.

"I can accept that you are strong, stronger than any human alive, and I can even accept the eventual outcome that the World Council will face, but what I cannot accept is you slandering me like this!" Leero roared as he pointed at Draco with bulging eyes.

Draco, for that matter, was amused and tilted his head in confusion. "Who said I care about your opinion? It doesn’t matter what you or anyone else thinks. The only thing that matters in this world is what I think."

Silence!

Everyone was thoroughly stunned, not expecting to hear such a disrespectful line that directly invalidated the existence and thoughts of literally everyone. Anyone who uttered such words would, at best, be ridiculed and, at worst, beaten up until they cried for their mother.

Hearing it from Draco, though, made many people begin to breathe heavily as they felt the pressure of the disregard of a higher being. If Draco didn’t limit himself henceforth, it was likely that the hearts and minds of some of the weaker viewers would directly cease to function on the spot.

If a god says you should die, how dare you continue to live?

Luckily for them, the topic shifted immediately when Draco no longer cared to listen to Leero Onassis spouting garbage. He directly pointed a finger at him. The dark tendrils that had retracted after killing all the miscellaneous people in the room surged menacingly toward Leero, causing his demeanor to change drastically.

"What are you doing?!" he cried out in fear as he tried to dodge, but the dark tendrils were too fast and too flexible, instantly trapping him and binding him in place.

Without further words, one of them pierced his torso and went through to the other side, directly siphoning a huge amount of blood as if to turn the former councilor into a desiccated husk on the spot.

At this moment, Leero knew he could no longer play coy and directly unleashed his long-hidden power, a green light of power emerging from his body that swept through the entire council chamber. Minus the camcorder that was recording everything live, every piece of electrical equipment in the room was ruined immediately.

The dark tendrils had surprisingly been partially melted, looking listless and weak as they slugged back toward Draco, whose expression was a shade colder, still wearing a smile. As for Leero, his entire visage had changed from a slim, olive-skinned man in his thirties to a buff mini-giant that stood at nine feet tall.

His body rippled with muscles that were not too large to be unseemly, and his neatly combed black hair had turned into a light green color, becoming more unruly and spikier. His brown eyes became a blazing green, full of wrath and primordial rage that could barely be concealed.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Across his skin, there was a green glow that shimmered in and out of existence like some form of aura, and the power it radiated caused everyone but Draco to be rooted to the spot, unable to move.

Naturally, with their direct connection to the primordials, the descendants suffered no such weaknesses. This was what formed Leero’s core confidence and arrogance to talk anyhow to Draco, because as one of the strongest among the current descendants, his ability to siphon from Gaia was extremely high.

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Draco also knew this, which was why he found this all so amusing.

He folded his arms and raised an eyebrow at Leero. "I could kill you with the flick of my finger. The entire time I’ve been here, I haven’t even used 1% of my full power, yet nothing you idiots put up could stand in my way."

"But since it would be so easy to kill you, it would serve no purpose. Rather, I will let you go back and train hard day and night so you can be a good stepping stone for one of my kids, as you represent a power close to what I had before achieving full bloodline awakening." Draco said with a nod, making his decisions on the spot.

Leero’s expression became ugly, about to protest and ridicule Draco for thinking too highly of himself, but Draco wasn’t having it.

"Begone." Draco muttered calmly, waving a hand casually like he was knocking away a fly.

Immediately, Leero was swallowed into a space vortex then banished back to his clan estate in the Mediterranean, shocking him greatly and making his family members feel extreme trepidation at this kind of power.

Meanwhile, in the ruined council chamber, the final three councilors sat in their seats with dumbfounded expressions, barely able to follow along with the rapid changes, revelations, and decisions. Never in their lives had they felt more like side characters in another’s story than they did today.

James Rockefeller especially looked like he had aged a hundred years in one go. His broad frame and calm expression had fallen, his shoulders slumped, and his eyes listless as he looked at the turncoats who stood behind Draco.

The best councilors were among them, including Nathan, Rosa, and Li Jian, while on his side were only Metro Van Duyn and Franklin DuPont.

One was a schemer who had tried many times to usurp James’ number 1 spot on the council, while the other was a brash and arrogant fool who was simply clueless about most things. In the end, this was what formed the core of the World Council, along with him, who had taken great pains to set it up back then and expand its power to this extent.

"Awww, don’t look so beat up Mr. Rockefeller. If it makes you feel any better, you can see this as an early retirement after a lifetime of glory, because as of now, the World Council will officially be disbanded." Draco cooed sympathetically, but his words were anything but.

Turning to the camera, he wore a casual smile as his eyes seemed to pierce the hearts of those viewing. "From now on, all governments of the world will be suspended. Every world leader in office is required to send a delegation, including themselves, to the Purgatory Group headquarters for the reorganization of the world’s political landscape in the face of this new world order."

"Of course, you are free to not come and rebel while touting slogans of freedom and justice. In exchange, I will slaughter a random million citizens of the rebelling state as well as every adult male over 18 years within the family of all political leaders of that state."

Draco tilted his head and released a playful yet insidious look toward the camera. "Don’t doubt me on that. Do not try to humanize me, I have no moral bottom line as long as it suits me and there is not a single evil act I cannot perform if I feel like I want to do it."

Draco nodded his head with satisfaction. "The date of this takeover summit will be exactly seven days from now, and I have already given the venue. Be there before 10 am, or you shall be counted as a rebelling state no matter your circumstances."

With that, Draco turned and disappeared from the council chamber along with his entourage, leaving three confused ex-councilors wearing expressions of dismay at being downgraded to common floor members faster than the speed of light.