It had clearly been a malicious setup, a Level-4 lifeform's fall steeped in conspiracy.
Yet after several rounds of discussion and sparring between Saine and the Level-4 Centaur God, it had somehow been twisted into "negligence" and a "misunderstanding."
It was not that this world was too dark. Reality had always been this way.
Hephaestus had not actually died because his comrades stood by and watched, nor because of the Alien Creatures' frenzied counterattack.
He had died by his own hand.
His arrogance, coupled with the lack of restraint that came with sudden wealth, meant this fellow's death truly did not deserve anyone's pity.
The Centaur God who had come to handle Hephaestus's fall and the Maya Tribe's rights protection issue was named Hekam.
He was a male Centaur God with pure white fur.
Whether in strength or temperament, he surpassed the fallen Hephaestus by far.
Saine thought highly of this Centaur God.
Because Hekam had keenly realized that Saine and Luluenman did not actually intend to thoroughly investigate the problems and doubts surrounding Hephaestus's fall.
And precisely because of that, this Centaur God should have known what Saine and Luluenman wanted.
Tearing their faces apart completely would bring no benefit to either side.
As for the Maya Tribe's regrouping and the fate of Hephaestus's remaining forces... those matters naturally had to be handled by the idiots whose hands had not been clean while doing business.
Hekam had no intention whatsoever of shouldering any responsibility for them.
Just as the Level-4 Centaur God was about to leave, Saine suddenly called out to him.
"My Ash Holy Tower will soon be established. When I launch wars of conquest abroad afterward, I may lack sufficient lower-level auxiliary legions."
"Would you be interested in participating in a war led by me when the