The First Heir

Vataco laughed and said, “Apollo, don’t antagonize me. Your aggravation methods are useless. Today, I just want to watch you slowly be tortured to death! And that includes the Eastern man beside you.”

Vataco’s evil eyes with killing intent landed on Philip, who was next to Fennel.

Why did this unfamiliar figure possess such strength?

With such strength, he could be considered one of the best among the 12 Sacred Halls of the West.

Was the reason why the Hall of the Sun had developed so rapidly over the years? Was there another Sun God in the dark?

and charming Vataco who stood at the top of the white castle in the distance. Using the rules of insight, he roughly gauged that Vataco’s strength was definitely in the fifth zone,

fully proficient in the control over the rules. Moreover, the

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upstairs and said, “Come out, my warrior.

Fennel’s and Philip’s eyes focused

figure descended from the sky with an overwhelming chill and murderous aura. It was a woman with an almost perfect figure. She were black fitting tights and metal protective gear on her four limbs. There were two scimitars hung at her waist. She also wore a corset, which showed off

able to help but gulp at this sight. Moreover, she swayed from side to side when she walked. She exuded strong

cold light under the refraction of the sun. The most terrifying thing was that the devils on the scimitars were devouring human lives, which looked very

Philip the entire time, like a