Regardless of how one looked at it, under Leilin's ruthless campaign of purges, the Ring of the Ouroboros had stabilized internally, even though the situation outside remained turbulent.
In Leilin's estimation, this was likely because the enemy's Dawn Star combatants had not yet made a move.
Without these traitors inside their ranks, it would take far more effort to once again sow terror within the heavily guarded Ring of the Ouroboros.
Thanks to these accomplishments, Leilin's reputation had spread not only throughout the Ring of the Ouroboros but across the surrounding territories as well.
"Now that the Stewart family has been wiped out, we should finally have some peace!"
Leilin sighed, then turned to Pike and asked, "How is Senior Robin doing?"
Only after accepting the position of enforcer had Leilin been somewhat startled to discover that his senior had already taken on a heavy responsibility from Gilbert ahead of him — leading his own clan to crush rebels across the land.
Moreover, according to rumors, Leilin's senior had undergone a drastic change in temperament. He not only enjoyed torturing his enemies but had even developed a taste for cannibalism.
Upon hearing this news, Leilin's heart sank.
Though the bloodline disease that afflicted high-level warlocks was truly terrifying, Robin's behavior had already gone beyond what could be attributed to the disease alone.
"Perhaps Master saw precisely this madness in him, which is why he so confidently entrusted him with cleansing our internal ranks?"
Leilin took a deep breath.
Compared to himself, Robin had gone much further. Leilin had at least only annihilated families for which there was solid evidence, but Robin had become even more fanatical — any family with even a shred of suspicion was subjected to his cold-blooded slaughter.
Even several noble bloodline families with deep ties to Robin's own clan had lost their legacies as a result.
By compiling a list of the families Robin had destroyed, Leilin had made a disturbing discovery: Robin seemed interested only in families with pure bloodlines, and the higher the bloodline concentration, the more horrific their deaths — many of their bodies were even left incomplete.
Knowing this, and letting his mind wander slightly, Leilin felt a chill run down his spine.
Though he himself was no saint, compared to Robin, he fell short by more than a little — and he certainly could never bring himself to do something so repulsive.
"Robin is drawing more and more complaints. It's possible that next time, we'll be the ones sent to stop him!"
Leilin said to Pike with a bitter smile.
"Robin is the Master's senior. I'm sure Duke Gilbert wouldn't do such a thing!" Pike tried to comfort him from the side.
"Let's hope so!"
Leilin sighed faintly, and not far away, countless white dandelion seeds drifted freely through the air like snowflakes over the ruins of the ancient castle...
As night fell, outside the original castle, Leilin's vassals had set up simple tents.
Inside the bubbling iron pots, meat broth simmered alongside generous portions of mushrooms and other ingredients, giving off an enticing aroma.
Throughout the entire camp, a cheerful atmosphere continued to spread.
This campaign had gone very smoothly. Though Leilin had set out with the intention of training his vassals, when things turned truly dangerous and casualties were about to mount, he had still intervened on several occasions.
As a result, the vassals had suffered minimal losses while reaping abundant spoils, and it was precisely this that drove them to keep pushing forward and striving.
But even the fiercest warlocks, when glancing toward Leilin's tent at the very center of the camp, felt nothing but reverence.
They had been with Leilin the longest and could be considered the most knowledgeable about him among all the members of the Ouroboros Ring.
It was precisely because they knew their Master's terrifying power that they showed even greater deference in his presence.
Of course, Leilin didn't pay much mind to this. As long as he maintained overwhelming strength, these vassals would have no choice but to follow him for the rest of their lives.
Inside the tent, Leilin wore a fitted black combat outfit, reclining halfway on the ground with his arms clasped behind his head in an unusual pose.
Across his body, strange runes written in blood could be seen.
From time to time, Leilin emitted low humming sounds, causing his entire body to shift in subtle motions.
During this process, wisps of mysterious power seemed to be pulled from the void itself, seeping into every part of Leilin's body.
The entire process lasted nearly an hour before Leilin finally stood up and looked at his hands.
At that moment, the Chip popped up a notification window.
"Subject has completed one session of Multi-Arm Power training. Constitution increased by 0.5, strength unchanged. Estimated progress in 20 days 13 hours: constitution increase of 6.7, strength increase of 2.1..."
"Not bad progress!" Looking at his freshly updated personal data, Leilin nodded in approval.
Multi-Arm Power was a cultivation technique he had obtained from the alien races of the Black Rain world. Although the elder at the Morning Star level had deliberately omitted many details, through the Chip's compilation and analysis, this path of power had been completely and systematically deciphered.
Through this training method, Raylin discovered that his physical stats, which had already reached their maximum values, actually had the potential to increase further.
Even though the increase was relatively small, it was enough to delight him.
Furthermore, under the operation of Multi-Arm Power, the resilience and coordination of his entire body had risen to another level, allowing him to unleash physical attacks comparable to those of ancient colossal beasts.