Deities: Starting From Goblins
Chapter 1308 - Chapter 1308 Chapter 718 Intertwined Willows

Chapter 1308: Chapter 718: Intertwined Willows Chapter 1308: Chapter 718: Intertwined Willows The man emitted a powerful aura all over his body, like a ferocious beast poised to strike. His eyes were bloodshot, flickering with a bloodthirsty glow. Although he wore silk satin, a hint of rage and unease could be seen through his attire. His gait was agile and powerful, each step seeming to tread upon the heartstrings of those around him.

Along the way, many people who saw this figure actively made way for him, their eyes filled with awe and fear. They knew that this man was not kind-hearted, and his appearance oftentimes heralded bloodshed and slaughter. And this time, it seemed his target was none other than those innocent people of the Sect…

Timothy Daiziel quickly surrounded the post station with his men, their eyes brimming with murderous intent and cold indifference. Meanwhile, the people of the Sect were trapped in the middle, their eyes filled with despair and helplessness. A cruel massacre was about to unfold, all because of baseless hatred and prejudice…

In the dim and slightly oppressive great hall of the City Lord’s Mansion, Timothy Daiziel stood respectfully before a person draped in a black robe, his features stern. The Big Shot’s eyes were as dark as the Abyss, seemingly able to peer into the deepest secrets of the human heart. Timothy’s face was filled with outrage and determination, his fists clenched and veins bulging, clearly on the verge of an emotional eruption.

“Rest assured, Master, I’ll go today. I’ve long detested these Humans, feeling they’re all sanctimonious folks, not fit to remain here!” Timothy’s words were laden with barely concealed fury, his gaze flashing with deep disgust and contempt for the Human race. His words were like a sharp dagger, piercing right into the Master’s heart, but also intensifying the satisfaction in the Master’s eyes.

The Master nodded slowly, the corner of his mouth curling into a cruel smile, “Good, well said. Your determination and courage are what I admire. I will await your triumphant return!” His voice was deep and powerful, each word weighed heavily on Timothy’s psyche, further solidifying his resolve.

Timothy puffed out his chest, his eyes shining with unwavering light, “Don’t worry, Master, our success is guaranteed! These Humans dare to trespass on our territory, they must pay the price!” His tone was filled with confidence and determination, as if he had already envisioned the scene where he and his men would capture all the Humans in one fell swoop.

With that said, Timothy turned and strode out of the hall with large, determined steps, followed by a group of men with faces full of anger and menacing auras. They were like a pack of hungry wolves, ready to unleash a brutal hunt upon the innocent Humans.

Meanwhile, not far from the City Lord’s Mansion at the post station, several people from the Sect were seated together, their faces bearing traces of fatigue and worry. They had just arrived in the city and hoped for a brief respite, but instead sensed a mysterious and ominous aura slowly descending upon them.

“What’s going on?” one of them whispered, his eyes flicking with vigilance and unease.

“I’m not sure, but something feels off,” another one said with a furrowed brow, his gaze searching the surroundings for potential threats. Aside from the dim lighting and the quiet night, he found nothing.

However, while they were confused and unsure, Timothy had already arrived quietly with his men. Like ghosts, they appeared at the entrance of the post station, surrounding the Sect’s people. Timothy’s face bore a ferocious smile, his eyes filled with murderous intent and indifference.

“Hmph, finally found you!” Timothy snorted coldly, his voice cutting like ice, “You Humans dare to trespass on our territory, you must accept our punishment!”

Upon hearing this, the faces of the Sect members turned deathly pale, knowing that this time, they likely wouldn’t escape their fate. But just then, a figure flashed across the night sky like lightning, instantly appearing at the gates of the City Lord’s Mansion. He had an immense aura, his eyes as fiery as flames, as if they could burn away all evil and darkness. His arrival instantly made the already tense atmosphere even more complex and delicate…

Under the lingering twilight, passersby hurried on the streets yet were involuntarily drawn to a figure with an overwhelming presence. The man was tall and muscular, every inch of his skin seemed to contain boundless strength. His whole being radiated a powerful aura, a blend of dignity and rage that naturally commanded respect. His bloodshot eyes, like burning embers, revealed endless anger and determination. He was dressed in high-quality silk satin, the luxurious fabric shimmering with a soft luster under the sunlight, yet it subtly conveyed an undertone of barely noticeable rage, as if ready to burst forth at any moment.

Along the way, many who saw the figure stopped in their tracks and made way, fearful of provoking the seemingly unapproachable noble. They whispered among themselves, guessing at the identity of this formidable figure who dared to strut so boldly through the city.

This noble was none other than the City Lord’s once brother, the General of Spear Riders who had fought alongside the City Lord in countless campaigns, earning great Merit. His name was Dickson Lindman, one of the City Lord’s most trusted aides and a Big Shot widely known throughout the city. At this moment, he was hurrying to the City Lord’s Mansion with an urgent expression, his heart full of uncontrollable anger and unease.