News of the Anvil Group Army's complete annihilation spread far and wide as if it had sprouted wings.
The first to fly into a rage was Gregory Hernandez, Archon of the Iron Thorn Conspiracy Group.
He could hardly imagine it. He had sent out a large number of elite legions, yet not only had they failed to restore the honor lost in the previous two defeats, they had turned the Iron Thorn Conspiracy Group into a complete laughingstock!
A mere rabble of lowborn beasts and scum had dared to set foot in his city!
Worse, right under his nose, they had wantonly slaughtered the noble houses that supported him.
In just a few days, more than a dozen families had been wiped out by those damned scum.
Every time Alvin wiped out a family, he had their heads cut off and hung from the doorframes of their homes. Their bodies, meanwhile, were all ground into pulp and scattered across the nobles' gardens.
Such Khorne-like savagery was undeniably shocking!
For a time, Soul Severing City was thrown into a state of panic. Every family lived in fear, terrified that they would suffer the same fate as the others.
Yet the group was impossible to track. Even though Hernandez had steeled himself and sent out a large number of Incubi to search for them, turning the city upside down, he still couldn't find any trace of Alvin and the others. It was as if they had vanished into thin air.
But every night, they would appear again and carry out another round of slaughter beneath the moonlight!
And now, Gregory Hernandez, who was already troubled enough, had received another piece of bad news.
The elite legion led by Meshal—the Anvil Heavy Group, serving as the main reserve force—had been ambushed on its