"Sir, is Bailey trustworthy?" After the departure of the members of the Hall of Gods, a one-eyed warrior asked in a lowered voice."Trust no one except for those from the Alessandro family." Anthony shook his head. The Grizz Lord, Bailey, whom he knew before was a loud and proud but mindless person. However, he seemed to have changed a lot now."Sir, if Bailey isn't trustworthy, are we still going to work with him?" The one-eyed warrior continued asking."Of course." Anthony narrowed his eyes and continued, "It doesn't matter if it's Kimboku or the Hall of Gods from the West, we have the same enemy which is Dragonmarsh! "What we need to do is to wreak havoc on Dragonmarsh and impede its development. With this pretext, it doesn't matter if we have our own plans. We'll work together as long as we share the same goal!""Understood!" The one-eyed warrior nodded heavily. In other words, the supposed corporation was just them using each other to achieve their own goal."Hurry up and
The one-eyed warrior was furious when he was being ignored. He quickly moved forward with his sword in his hands and delivered a powerful blow to the silhouette. The silhouette didn't turn around nor did it avoid the attack. Instead, it simply lifted its hand and caught the curved longsword aiming at him.Sparks flew when the silhouette's pale and weak-looking hand caught the one-eyed warrior's curved longsword. It was as if the hand was made of steel."W-What?" The one-eyed warrior's eyes widened in shock. He didn't think that the silhouette would be able to block a strike this strong with bare hands. He couldn't even retrieve his sword no matter how hard he tried. Who was this person?The one-eyed warrior's sword was broken into many pieces as the silhouette clenched its fist around the sword tighter. In the next moment, the silhouette turned around abruptly and revealed its pale and sickly face. Its blood-red eyes shone with a demonic glow in the dark.The silhouette growl
Dread often stemmed from the unfamiliar.The Kimboku warriors were skilled and brave in facing ordinary enemies. However, their courage faltered when confronted with the formidable Blood Devil Willem.Willem was a figure of mystery, endowed with immortality and the remarkable ability to transform into a bat. The mention of his name alone was enough to send shivers down the spines of many."Blood Devil?" Willem shook his head.He continued, "I'm not particularly fond of that moniker. I come from the distinguished royal lineage of the Esmington Empire, holding the honorable title of Earl."You can call me Willem or Earl Willem." A sly grin spread across his face, revealing two sharp fangs."Willem, no one cares about your noble status. You're Blood Devil, plain and simple," Bailey stated bluntly.He then gestured toward Anthony. "Let me introduce you to Mr. Alessandro, one of the ten Sword Sages of Kimboku.""Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Alessandro." Willem extended his hand, presen
"Mr. Alessandro, meet Vanzan, Noir, and Shyvan. They are notable figures from Eskus, each possessing impressive skills." Bailey introduced."Vanzan? Noir? Shyvan?" Anthony raised an eyebrow, growing more surprised by the moment. In Eskus, the Silent Specters, a mysterious and powerful assassin organization, operated discreetly. They would kill anyone for the right price. One of their notable targets was a former ruler of Glorian.The organization comprised three elite assassins—Vanzan, Noir, and Shyvan—named after Eskus's deities. Their mission success rate was an astonishing 100%. The assassination of the Glorian ruler was attributed to their skills.Their unparalleled ability to kill such a highly guarded Glorian ruler and evade capture spoke volumes about their prowess.Anthony was surprised by the arrival of Blood Devil Willem and Eskus' three elite assassins. Each of them was capable of unleashing a tempest of bloodshed and chaos."Welcome, gentlemen. Come on in," Anthony
Batuul's arrival lifted Anthony's spirits. Anthony realized that Bailey, sent by the Hall of Gods, had a well-thought-out plan for gathering strong individuals from various nations in such a short time.Willem, clad in a red robe, suddenly spoke with a smile. "Mr. Batuul, I've heard that you have perfected your body with Adamantine Body Art, which is quite impressive. I wonder if you could show us?" Before Batuul could respond, a bald disciple behind him sternly interjected. "My master is the Fist Sage of Alabastria, not a circus clown. Show some respect!""I'm particularly intrigued because Mr. Batuul is the Fist Sage. I'd like to see the authenticity of the Adamantine Body Art he teaches." Willem grinned, revealing his two fangs.Batuul responded calmly, "Feel free to test it yourself, Mr. Willem.""Alright then." Willem turned into a crimson blur, and he swiftly lunged forward. His left hand's black nails shot out instantly, extending 40 inches like sharp blades. With a fi
The Hall of Gods, with approval from Artea, arranged a meeting of influential leaders from various nations. This collaboration, if fruitful, would pave the way for future gatherings of a similar nature."I can just ignore the representative from Glorian as long as they don't get under my skin," Willem remarked, lifting his wine glass and savoring it quietly.After brief introductions and getting acquainted, the attendees engaged in casual conversations. As time passed, the clock struck 8:30 pm, half an hour past the agreed-upon time. Still, there was no sign of the Glorian delegation.While the other powerful nations refrained from openly criticizing, discontent was visible on their faces. They arrived promptly for this significant gathering, anxious not to miss any crucial information.However, the Glorians had the nerve to show up late—not just a few minutes late, but a considerable delay of half an hour, as if it didn't matter.Artea, as the world's leading nation with abunda
Jasper's words left everyone feeling uneasy. Their faces soured at his shameless behavior, an audacity they had never witnessed. Not only was he late, but he also exuded an arrogant, self-important demeanor, making it difficult to stomach."Abundant talent and resources? That's a laughable claim. What notable figures does Glorian even boast?" Willem scoffed, eyeing Jasper with disdain.Jasper's face darkened at the remarks. "And who are you to question the strength of my nation?"He went on, "Our nation's history is long, stretching back five thousand years. We were once a mighty superpower with a vibrant culture that still shines today. "Over the years, we've given birth to many heroes. Even the Dragonmarsh was once under our rule, a testament to our strength."Willem cut him off bluntly, "Your tall tales might impress your people, but they won't work on us."Everyone knows the truth about Glorian. Your so-called cultural heritage is nothing but borrowed. Even your prized spi
Willem declared confidently, "My hands are my weapons." As he stepped forward, his fingers parted slightly, revealing sharp black nails that sprung out like blades.Jasper, wielding a long spear, retorted, "Hmph! Looks like you haven't trimmed those nails in ages. Today, I'll give you a hand!" He wasted no time and thrust directly.The speed was blinding, leaving only a flash of golden light visible. Willem didn't retreat but charged forward, colliding head-on with the golden spear in a crimson blur."You're courting death!" Jasper sneered as his spear erupted into a flurry of shadows.In the courtyard, the dazzling light made onlookers squint. Each movement was swift, slicing through the air effortlessly. The golden spear shadows, tightly packed, resembled a volley of cannonballs, tearing through Willem's crimson afterimage and shredding it. The process unfolded with merciless simplicity, encountering no resistance."Hmph! Pathetic!" Jasper scoffed. His smug expression oozed