Chapter 1520: A Contest Between Two Deep Schemers P2

'Hehe. He will never know what hit him.'

Demonmir smiled wickedly.

His bloodlust permeated the surroundings as he envisioned killing Eren, casting a suffocating aura around him. He disregarded the suffering Rankers who knelt around him and ascended the raised platform in the next moment.

"I extend my gratitude to all the Rankers who have gathered here to support my cause," Demonmir began, addressing the assembled crowd below.

"Tomorrow, we will confront a vile evil man who has shown insufficient loyalty to the Last Blood Bastion despite the numerous opportunities we have provided," he declared in a commanding tone, captivating his audience.

"Tomorrow, we shall strike first and rid ourselves of Eren and his damned city..." Demonmir was in the midst of stirring up the crowd against Eren, but his speech abruptly halted as he vanished from the raised platform as if he had been transformed into a ghost.