"Why has the Divine will descended!!?"
The expression under the Withered's hood changed suddenly, staring incredulously at the Holy Spear constantly gathering power.
Is it the one who has descended aiming at me!!?
Why?
No, it's wrong!
There shouldn't be any Divine intervention in this matter!
This is different from the plan!
The Withered's heart sank, sensing something ominous.
Things have gone wrong...
"...Damn it! Why are there so many problems here!?"
Fallen, at Legendary Peak strength, was feeling very uneasy now.
Very uneasy!
From the very start, things seemed full of issues.
Following the original plan set by the organization, he came here and assembled a group of expendable raiders.
With them, and his presence as a restraining force, he believed taking over here would be a sure win and could smoothly sacrifice this group of Beastmen with natural essence potential to the great Father of Ten Thousand Trees.
Indeed.
