Gruji sat in the seat of honor inside the main tent, listening to the messenger's report with a thoughtful look on his face.
He had only gone to soak in a hot spring, planning to enjoy himself a little.
How had he ended up capturing someone?
Should he interrogate him?
Gruji found himself in a dilemma.
He was not afraid of failing to get any information. He was afraid that he might actually get something out of him.
After all, he had been the last general to join God's Whip and had not yet had time to cultivate his own faction.
The army he had brought out this time was basically all Attila's men.
He could not control his own subordinates.
If those deputy generals loyal to Attila found out that he intended to slack off, they would definitely act on their own.
Then, once those idiots provoked the god who had created the divine realm...
It would all be over.
Gruji knew better than anyone that he was merely a Hero Rank warrior.
Under a god's command, leaving aside demigods willing to blow themselves up for their god, gathering a dozen or so Hero Rank powerhouses would not be difficult, would it?
What was there to fight them with?
Gruji was not being so negative because he feared death.
The fact that this miserable assignment had fallen to him already explained many things.
Gods who had not been chosen by that lord and had been abandoned within the Cauldron of the World were basically no different from dead.
As long as he left them alone, this god would go mad on its own.
There was no need to risk his life against them.
He was only afraid that his subordinates would be too loyal and create unnecessary trouble.
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