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The Return of the God of War Chapter 3152

Stop Pretending

Dr. Erebus tried his best to refrain from bursting into laughter..

You fools! The price of the resources has been paid by your blood! If we bring you more

resources, you won’t have enough lives to spare.

Agent 1 smiled at Levi’s words as if arriving at a conclusion.

“What do you mean then, Mr. Garrison?” a voice in the crowd asked.

Levi brandished the withered branch. “Don’t you know where this came from? Somebody

has attempted to cheat me of my resources with the Ten Millenium Snow Lotus! After the

resources had been delivered, the Lotus remained to be found. Instead, they left me with

this miserable branch.”

“What! The cheek!”

“How dare they deceive Mr. Garrison? Do they have a death wish?”

Agent 1 and his men feigned surprise at the revelation.

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“Initially disappointed, it had then occurred to me that the branch resembled a sword,”

Levi said, his voice suddenly cold. “I swore to use this branch to avenge myself against

those who had lied to me.”

Agent 1 and his men felt a suffocating cold enveloping them, some even already

envisioning themselves being impaled by the branch and shuddered from the preemptive

pain..

“Many who had received my reward over that period have deceived me! I remembered

each and every one of them and shall avenge myself accordingly.”

The crowd was beginning to have an idea of where he was going with that.

Wasn’t there a genocide a couple of days ago? Though the death toll of over a hundred

thousand isn’t the largest in human history, but scattered all over the world, they had died

within a day. Amongst the dead were the Dark Sentinels of Elterton Union. How terrifying!

The person responsible for the widespread atrocities committed several days ago was not

known, nor was his relationship with Elterton Union.

However, Levi’s speech cast a light on the matter.

There are similarities between them and us. We have both deceived Levi to obtain his

resources. As they have died by Levi’s hand, our turn may very well be next.

At that thought, the crowd grew even paler.

If that’s true, we’re in big trouble. Could Levi have known this entire time that he was

being lied to? Has it been a trap?

Shuddering with fear, they did not dare imagine further past that point.

“Even Idrae had managed to deceive me. Am I really an easy target?” Levi mumbled to

himself. “In fact, they were so confident that they did not even bring their Deities!

Because of their arrogance, the three ringleaders and twenty of their men have all been

easily slain.”

At that moment, he appeared to the crowd as the devil himself.

What the hell is going on? That threat is more frightening than Idrae leading five thousand

Deities.

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Levi glanced at the crowd. “Each and every one of them were punished for their

transgressions. I have not acted against some of my enemies, preferring instead to give

them a chance to own up. I’m still waiting for a confession for those involved in the

deception involving the Ten Millenium Snow Lotus. These people did a thoroughly good job

of leaving no trace of their actions behind.”

As he spoke, Levi suddenly turned to Agent 1 and the others. “Do you know who are the

ones who had lied to me about the Ten Millenium Snow Lotus?”

Agent 1 and Agent 2 shook their heads.

“Not a clue,” answered Agent 3. “Could it be Idrae?”

One by one, the rest shook their heads slowly as if terrified that Levi would see through

their deception.

Levi laughed. “Still pretending, are you? Let me refresh your memory!”

The crowd gulped. “Of what?”

Under their stupefied gaze, the withered branch in Levi’s hand turned into a lethal sword

as he drove it into Agent 3’s stomach.

Blood sprayed out of the stab wound like a fine mist onto each and every one of the

audience’s faces.