The Mastermind!

Lane was badly hurt.

His injuries looked as though someone had tortured him to the brink of death. Soren had thought the Noble Council would, at most, arrest him. Out of respect for Soren as a deity, they would not make things too difficult for Lane. That was why Soren had ordered his troops to show restraint and avoid heavy casualties. But the Noble Council plainly had no respect for him at all. What they had done to Lane was like slapping Soren across the face again and again.

This was a severe blow to Soren's standing among his half-elf followers. The heart of his Portfolio was [Half-Elf], yet Lane, his envoy, had been tortured by the Noble Council in a half-elf city. What would his followers think when they saw him? Soren was the God of Half-Elves, but even the nobles of that race showed him no fear or respect. It was a flagrant insult to his divine authority!

These people had to pay.

"Lift the restrictions!"

Soren's expression was icy as he slowly gave the order. "Take this city! Kill anyone who resists!"

Bloodshed was now inevitable!

As a deity of Evil Alignment, Soren had to make his enemies fear him. If even the half-elves did not fear him, why would anyone else?

In an instant.

Soren's order reached every officer. The next moment, fierce fighting erupted on Falling Leaf City's main avenue. A giant clad head to toe in Heavy Armor charged through the streets with a massive battle-axe. Even Port Nyanzaru's elite guards dared not get close to him; only two Steel Golems stayed at his side to cover him. Elsewhere, Scarface led another squad forward. The battle had barely begun when several half-elf units joined them.

They were all people Lane had originally organized. Anger