Eleanor was furious. "Are you questioning my decision?"
Jiang Chen retorted loudly, "Exactly! And it's not just me; they all question your decision. They're just too scared to say it. You think you're the Son of God, high and mighty, but your decision is wrong, and of course, I'm going to question it."
"I'm fighting for the Alliance of All-Gods, not to die for you."
The others laughed.
They, too, questioned Eleanor's decision. Attacking like this would lead to countless deaths. Standing atop the city walls, they could unleash magic from a distance; it was clearly a poor decision. Yet, no one dared to question it—not when it came from the high and mighty Son of God, Eleanor.
How the hell did she even level up? Is she fit to lead a group of Heroes in fierce battle? Does she even know how to wage war? Jiang Chen desperately wanted to voice these thoughts.
Eleanor trembled with rage. This damn Hero. Daring to question her decision.
