86: means

Locke did not immediately attack them, but instead waved his hand at Emilia, while also giving her a look and glancing toward the wide-open door.

Linked by the Star Slave Contract, Emilia shared a telepathic connection with him and immediately understood the meaning behind his gaze.

With the corners of her mouth curling slightly, she cast a contemptuous glance at the members of the Marcus Faction, then walked to the wide-open door and closed it again. After finishing this, she did not return to her seat but stood directly in front of the door.

The implication was clear: no one was allowed to leave this conference room now.

Locke looked at the members of the Marcus Faction again without saying a word. Although the leading noble elders were somewhat terrified by his gaze, they remembered that their backer, Marcus, was still alive, so they continued:

"Lord Locke, may I ask what the meaning of closing the door is?"

"Sigh!" Locke let out a sigh, then shook his head at them.

"I already gave you a chance. It's a pity, but it seems you still wish to die."

After saying this, his gaze instantly shifted from lethargic to sharp, filled with killing intent.

The group of Vampires from the Marcus Faction, being stared at by him, all thought to themselves that things were going badly, but they still issued a warning:

"Lord Locke, what are you trying to do? Our Elder is still alive. If you take action today, when he wakes up later, he will definitely..."

As they spoke, they even began to reach for the weapons at their waists.

But before they could finish their sentence, they were ruthlessly interrupted by Locke.

"Rest assured, after sending you on your way, I will immediately go find him. I imagine you will have company on the road to hell."

"I assume you won't feel lonely."

Locke finished saying, enunciating every word. In the next second, he exerted his full strength, with no intention of holding back at all.

A fierce aura immediately erupted from his body, and his black trench coat fluttered without any wind.

All of this happened in less than the blink of an eye.

The crowd had not yet had time to marvel at the aura Locke displayed before they realized he had already vanished from his seat at the head of the table, having rushed into the crowd of the Marcus Faction at a speed no one could track.

Then, at the very first moment, he activated the newly acquired skill, Dead Eye!

The moment the skill was activated, the movements of everyone in his eyes slowed down. He was adept with this skill and instantly locked onto those leading noble elders.

It was as if he had entered a flow state in that instant.

The expressions on the faces of those noble Vampires seemed frozen, their hands stopped in mid-air while reaching for their guns, and their eyes were filled with disbelief and fear as they looked at him.

Because his speed was simply too fast, leaving them completely unable to react.

Not just them, even Emilia, the strongest person present, had not seen Locke's movements clearly.

"This skill is truly not bad; it seems even more powerful than in the game, and it's really smooth to use."

Locke mused to himself while locking onto the main targets, then began to swing the Crusader Sword in his hand from left to right. The tip of the sword sliced through the air, emitting a "clang, clang, clang" sound, while leaving a silver arc in the air.

Then, a sharp sword light suddenly flashed in the conference room, and the frozen time seemed to start flowing again.

The Vampires of the Marcus Faction, watching the blade Locke swung, had no chance to resist at all. They couldn't even reach their weapons, and could only watch helplessly as the sharp blade sliced through their throats.

It wasn't that they didn't want to resist; it was just that the sword came too fast.

This sword-swinging speed was something even an Elder like Victor, or even a half-step extraordinary powerhouse, wouldn't be able to react to.

How could this group of ordinary Vampires react?

Especially since Locke did not underestimate them or hold back at all.

He activated all the skills that could increase his combat power at the very first moment.

Except for those with side effects, he used everything else.

It is no exaggeration to say that he was more than a notch stronger at this moment than when he dealt with Victor two hours ago.

Therefore, this battle could be called a massacre.

The longsword in Locke's hand was invincible, like cutting vegetables, and in just a few seconds, he instantly decapitated these dozens of people.

Before they died, astonishment still lingered in the eyes of this group.

And the last thoughts of those noble elders before they died were: "Why didn't you say you were this strong earlier!"

"If we had known you were this strong, we definitely wouldn't have opposed you."

But they ultimately had no time or opportunity to say these words.

Dozens of round heads, like ripe melons and fruits, fell onto the floor of the conference room with a thud, thud, thud.

The originally luxurious and noble white carpet was instantly soaked with blood.

After doing all this, Locke remained expressionless, as if nothing had happened, and lightly flicked his longsword, causing a scarlet bloodstain to splatter onto the wall.

Quiet, incomparably quiet.

Except for the sound of everyone gasping for air, there was no other noise in the entire conference room.

The scene of Locke taking action just now was truly shocking.

All the Vampires in the conference room, looking at him as if he were a god of slaughter, couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

There was fear and relief in their eyes.

They were all relieved that they hadn't done anything stupid and could read the situation.

At this moment, no one dared to breathe loudly; there was no help for it, the performance of those few sword strikes by Locke was simply too powerful.

They had completely failed to see Locke's sword-swinging movements.

But the fine heads that had fallen to the ground all demonstrated Locke's power.

Pitter-patter...

In the quiet conference room, only the sound of Locke's leather shoes stepping on the floor remained.

He walked back to the head of the table expressionlessly and then sheathed his sword.

After doing all this, he sat back down calmly, looked at the reactions of the crowd, and then asked another question very casually:

"You all know that I am a person who respects public opinion, so I will ask everyone again now, to avoid anyone saying that I act too tyrannically."

Speaking of this, he paused, leaving some time for the people present to react.

When everyone looked up, only then did Locke's mouth curl slightly, and he said unhurriedly:

"So, regarding the matter of me leading the Vampire Clan, who among you agrees? Who opposes?"

Everyone immediately lowered their heads and knocked them heavily against the floor, shouting in unison:

"From now on, the Vampire Clan will follow Lord Locke's lead."