In the face of cruel reality, all words, all ideals seem pale and powerless.
At this moment, the Watcher Leader looked at them, the expression on his face growing more painful!
He pressed his chest and forcibly pulled out that snake-shaped blade, blood flowing down from the wound.
Ignoring his own injuries, he muttered to himself: "Did I really make a mistake? Was my choice wrong from the start?"
"I inherited the legacy of the Ancient Emperor, the Watchers I founded... was it all wrong?"
"Father... tell me, where did I go wrong?"
However, in the next second, his expression suddenly changed, his eyes filled with anger and madness!
"No! I'm not wrong, it's those damn traitors!"
"Did they betray me?"
"Traitors! You are all traitors!"
With those words, strong golden light burst from his body, gradually forming a phantom wearing war armor and holding a great sword.
