The First Heir

Vataco’s roar resounded throughout the manor.

The remaining six Hellhounds also raged and roared. Hearing that, a man with a Fusha longsword roared as he ran forward. He stomped on the ground and swung the longsword in his hand at Fennel and Philip.

Seeing this Fusha longsword, a biting chill appeared in Fennel’s eyes. He reached out and stopped Philip from moving forward. He said, “Let me deal with this one.”

After saying that, Fennel took a step forward, showed a middle finger to the incoming man, and mocked him, saying, “It’s just a roaring gorilla. Trying to scare us off with this is nothing but a mistake.”

The Fusha longsword in the man’s hand reminded Fennel of a certain event in the past. During the early days when the Hall of the Sun was founded, he had a very loyal follower. He was a friend who used to wield the Fusha longsword beautifully. The longsword was none other than the one in front of him, which was engraved with that guy’s initials on the cold blade.

Vataco stood on top of the white castle and laughed lightly. He said, “Apollo, does this longsword remind you of an unpleasant past? Hahaha, where’s your buddy who went through thick and thin with you in the past? He died under my hands because of you. Now, using his weapon to kill you is really the most wonderful ending in this world.”

at Vataco and said, “Vataco, you don’t deserve to be a god of the 12 Sacred Halls. Today, I swear to

longsword represented too much of the past and

‘Very good!’

eyes showed a killing intent as he said coldly, “You don’t deserve to have this Fusha longsword! He’s

black longsword. His gaze tensed as he swung the mace in his hands forcefully across. He

made Vataco who was in the distance above a little

Clang!

mace and produced a loud

Deafening!

metallic buzzing sound like humming cicadas within a radius