'Is that really our god?'
'Are you dumb? Is there anyone capable of removing our main consciousness and place them in his mind against our will?' Meriam cursed at such a retarded telepathic message.
Just the unique evil aura was definitive evidence of Nimo's identity...The fact that he could order them around as he wished was merely a bonus.
Without a single second wasted, Meriam swiftly kowtowed and begged for forgiveness, "Meriam greets the Great Paragon and wish to be punished for having ill intentions."
When others saw her behave like this, they finally broke their petrification and copied her actions...It didn't matter whether one was an authoritative imitator inside the war room or a newly added member to the army.
All of them kowtowed twice and remained in the same position while shaking slightly, waiting for their god to pardon them.
