The First Heir

When Milos let go, the red-white fireball blasted toward the shield formed by the battle gods like a falling meteorite.

Boom!

After the pale golden spear hit the shield, the shield was dull without any luster. The golden spear also disappeared into nothingness.

As the battle gods heaved a sigh of relief, the red-white fireball arrived.

This fireball was not weaker than the golden spear earlier but more powerful because of the unique level 7S fire element. It was as if a powerful missile exploded in the sky above the battle god battalion.

Flames instantly swept across the battle god battalion. A mushroom cloud also appeared above them.

Miserable cries resounded throughout the area, and the battle gods were no better. They had endured two powerful attacks in a row.

Fenrir roared, “Milos Clarke, it’s either you or me today!”

battalion that was almost wiped out, Fenrir knew he was wrong. He should not have

the battalion

his sweat and tears, and just to deal with one Milos

could he

with hatred. No one

two attacks just now were almost their limit. Even

only person who could still

of his energy and had to

he landed, several men in black robes suddenly

Augur, if you can help me kill Milos now, I promise

and his people now, he saw the

a lot from him too. Moreover, he

half of the battle god battalion single-handedly, so how terrifying his strength