On the way here, Saine had been keeping an eye on the war zone under the Titan God Race's responsibility.
How should he put it? In terms of devastation and suffering, the war zone handled by the Titan God Race far surpassed the Southern Battlefield under Saine's command.
One reason was that the low-level Titan Giants, often more than ten meters tall, seemed to regard all creatures of this plane as food.
Large numbers of Titan Giants roamed Faelun Continent without restraint, searching for anything they could eat.
These Titan Giants below Level 4—especially those at Level 1—felt no pity whatsoever simply because the native humans who dominated Faelun Continent looked somewhat like them.
In the eyes of most Titan Giants, these "meat worms," no bigger than their fingers, were merely tender-skinned, delicious food.
The Titan Giants rarely ate vegetables.
What a race full of savagery, violence, and destructive instincts!
The ignorance and crudeness of low-level Titan Giants
stood in enormous contrast to the handsome, beautiful, and refined bearing possessed by Titan Gods above Level 4.
For a moment, Saine even doubted whether they truly belonged to the same race.
"You should keep your giant legions under control."
"I don't mind killing during war."
"But if you continue causing death, injury, and terror in territories we have already occupied and conquered, the ones who ultimately suffer losses will still be us!" When they met again, Saine bluntly admonished Thor and Loki.
Having been berated right off the bat by their bargain-basement uncle,
Thor and Loki both wore somewhat bewildered expressions.
However, the two quickly learned what had happened through other channels.
Thor was the first to reply, "I'll handle this!"
"Looks like someone ignored the Divine Decree we issued earlier!" Thor said as he left, twisting his wrist.
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