Cery felt the scorching gaze from the Giant Spirit God Witch, making her a bit uneasy. She did not get angry, simply leaving silently.
"Brother, what's the matter, could it be that you've taken a fancy to her?"
Lei Long suddenly laughed.
"Yes," Abel replied directly.
"She's not ordinary, containing the blood of some big figure. She's quite suitable for you, except your strength isn't enough. She's level 8, and you're only level 6."
"What's that? Give me a thousand years, and I can reach level 8 too."
The people of the Fire Dragon Knight Family pride themselves on being confident and strong.
...
Five years later.
Nora Calendar 1700, Blood Battle 1588.
Nightmare World, Lost Domain.
The Lost Monarch stood up from the throne, moving a decayed body that hadn't been active for hundreds of thousands of years, emanating a terrifying and overwhelming aura.
