Now, two chiefs had arrived, and Marshall Connell was seething with rage.
But there was nothing he could do.
Before coming, he had already learned from his son that the three who attacked him were gods.
Today, they had already become enemies, destined to be formidable foes of the Northern Region in the future.
The potential of those three prodigies would undoubtedly reach its peak one day, stirring a killing intent in Marshall's heart.
However, the higher-ups of the human race wouldn't allow him to act on it.
His influence within the human race was limited.
So, Marshall, who had arrived in anger, left quietly.
The Foreman chief glanced over, frowning. "Marshall is resentful. The Northern Region is a crucial stronghold—one of the nine lines of defense against the demons. If anything goes wrong there, the consequences will be disastrous."
