The First Heir

Fennel and Philip did not say a word and just looked coldly in the direction of the castle’s entrance. Their sharp gazes passed through the guards of the Hall of Evil, surging with a chilling and murderous intent.

Behind the guards, three figures stood side by side. The three figures varied in height and strength, but their surging arrogance made everyone afraid to look at them directly. No one dared to make any predictions. Such domineering auras were arrogance that could only be developed by those who had remained in the top position for a long time. It radiated right from their very bones.

It was impossible to fake. Moreover, there were kingly auras that flowed through them. Such kingly aura could be found on Fennel too, which was on the same level.

At the gates of the white castle, the three figures stood proudly. Over the distance of a hundred meters, they made eye contact: with Fennel. A burst of invisible sparks crackled in the air.

This was the confrontation between the gazes and auras of the mighty!

hundred meters. The entire space felt as if it had been weighed down by a million

of Evil stood in the center and felt the oppression caused by the invisible sparks, which made them hot all over. This tense atmosphere made them sweat,

made one tremble. This

they were the top existence. They were a symbol of glory and honor.

the top symbol of the Western world. Moreover, in all the wars in Western history, never had there been three gods who came together.

felt

these three join forces to go against him was enough to show that the three major

Even the Strategist’s backup plan would take a while to arrive. Before that, Fennel and Philip must