Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL
In the Simon Empire, Anthony was a myth in the eyes of the younger generation.
However, this myth was ended by Ye Shisan.
The two were not from the same era at all.
Anthony had graduated from the Academy almost ten years ago, and he was now the Master of a city. Even on the heavenly battlefield, he was a powerful existence that ruled a region.
As for Thirteen?
He was about the same age as them, around sixteen or seventeen.
Sixteen or seventeen-year-old Anthony had still been taking the rune school entrance exam.
And Thirteen hadn’t even started thinking about the academy entrance exam.
One was a genius that hadn’t been born yet, and the other was a powerhouse that had been famous for a long time.
But it was this long-famous Anthony who was actually killed by Thirteen, this young man.
Moreover, looking at the battle process, Anthony hadn’t even touched Thirteen’s clothes.
This kind of shock.
It was simply difficult to describe with words.
There was also Elizabeth showing off her skills to Lugh, making them feel that they were going to the Xi Zhao Empire purely to make up the numbers.
Not to mention compared to Thirteen, even if it was compared to Elizabeth and Camia… No, it was also completely incomparable.
They could be considered quite talented in the Simon Empire, and they were also nobles.
But compared to the nine great empires, they were really very ordinary, and could even be considered as being at the bottom.
The entire battle lasted less than an hour, and they felt as if their souls had undergone a baptism.
Those mysterious and complicated runes almost made their eyes go blurry.
Sure enough, Lugh had told them before that they only needed to protect Clare well. If they helped, it would only cause trouble for Lugh if they went over to help.
If nothing unexpected happened, they would die on the spot.
The thing they were most afraid of was that Lugh would be distracted by them, or even lose the battle in order to save them.
At that time, they would really be sinners.
“Is it over?” Rexton asked softly.
The scene of Lugh bombarding Anthony with fireballs and air bombs was still etched in his mind.
Anthony. The Prince of the Simon Empire, the city lord of a city, his idol when he was young.
He had gone just like that.
Furthermore, he didn’t even see his face when he left. He was directly blown to death by Lugh.
There wasn’t even a complete corpse left. He was directly blown into powder.
“It should be over…” Lorca swallowed his saliva and replied.
The two of them looked at each other and understood the meaning in each other’s eyes.
They would never become enemies with Lugh in their lifetime. Otherwise, they would definitely die a terrible death.
When they thought of the scene of Anthony’s death, their hair stood on end and they had goosebumps.
Thirteen was too f*cking terrifying.
“Let go of me.”
“I’m going to find the young master!”
Clare struggled with all her might.
She had wanted to follow Lugh from the start, but Vivienne had stopped her. She could only struggle, but she couldn’t break free until the battle was over.
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