The First Heir

Chapter 4210

“Lord Anthony, we’re halfway through the journey, but the major forces are still laying low. What should we do?” On the transportation warcraft, a man walked up behind Anthony and said respectfully.

Anthony replied without thinking, “Just keep going. It’s good if there’s no one. If there is, I’ll deal with them.”

Ever since the warcraft was ready to set off, Anthony had been standing on the deck with a calm expression and dark eyes. He was looking into the distance.

The white tiger beside him looked at the subordinates behind him from time to time with slightly unfriendly eyes. However, no one dared to disturb Anthony. He was an indomitable pseudo holy being, after all.

Meanwhile, a group of people who had been following the warcraft looked at Anthony on the deck with frowning eyes full of helplessness.

“I can’t believe the Oslo family actually sent Anthony out. I’m afraid we can’t take down this indomitable pseudo holy being.”

Everyone seemed helpless.

They only had a dozen pseudo holy beings in their group and only one at level nine. Without Anthony around, it was possible that they could make it.

Now that Anthony was here, however, it would be difficult for them to get the supplies this time.

“Let’s just follow them. Many forces have gathered this time, with more than a few level nine pseudo holy beings among them. When those people show up, we can join forces to deal with Anthony. I refuse to believe that we can’t gather ten level nine pseudo holy beings!”

Everyone around nodded. It was their only option now.

***

In Lewe, Percy hovered in the sky with members of the Blood Moon Alliance. Everyone’s eyes were full of excitement and bloodlust.

This battle would determine the future of the Blood Moon Alliance, even the whole continent. However, they did not realize that many people around them did not belong to their influence.

The Blood Moon Alliance was made up of hundreds of forces, so these people who appeared suddenly could hardly attract their attention. Moreover, many powerful beings among them seemed very calm as if this event was just a game for them.

Time passed slowly.

A huge warcraft slowly appeared in the sky. The deck of the warcraft was filled with people, and Oswald Oslo stood at the forefront!

Oswald looked at the people in front of him indifferently, but the killing intent in his eyes became more intense.

At this time, a weary and weather-beaten voice rang, “Oswald, it’s been a while!”

Oswald looked in the direction of the voice. His gaze sharpened and chills exploded from his body.

“It’s you!”

It was an old man in a blue robe with messy gray hair. The old man seemed to contain everything in his eyes, appearing wise and peaceful.

“Dominic, I’m surprised that you’re involved in this matter. It looks like you have a descendant here.” Oswald’s eyes gradually darkened. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Dominic smiled and said, “Not exactly. Percy Lang is my apprentice and also the alliance master. I don’t want my apprentice to fall in your hands.”

With that said, Dominic turned to look at Percy. Everyone was shocked and looked at Percy in disbelief.