Thunder Territory.
That was right.
This was a false territory that William had developed in advance.
It was a territory that could only be used by Epic experts.
When the territory that could destroy the arena appeared.
The four legendary experts finally stopped watching the show …
They appeared at the same time.
He hurriedly dispersed the Lightning Domain that filled the sky and the lightning that was still spreading out.
The arena that rose ten meters high.
The entire area was shortened by half a meter …
The Thunder Territory dissipated.
Only one person was left lying on the ground in the arena.
What about Andros?
He had turned into ashes …
No.
The dust that filled the sky was him …
The Viscount of Darkness wouldn't be able to withstand the endless lightning attacks with just Andros' body.
Many people were dumbfounded.
Many people looked at each other and dared not make a sound. What was going on? They did not dare to ask.
Was the Lord of the City of Dawn a God?
Was he the reincarnation of the Thunder God?
Gosh!
Regardless of whether he was the Lord of Dawn, he was extremely powerful.
He was the top Advanced professional in the southern region.
Among the current high-grade professions, how many people could withstand this kind of operation?
The most popular super dark horse had now been reduced to ashes.
They could not afford to offend him!
Delosis was also dumbfounded.
He thought that if he had been in the Thunder Territory, he would have died …
Burned Cinder and the rest rushed to the arena. They were afraid that William would die.
Annie's eyes were red. She quickly carried William, who was covered in blood and electric currents, and fed him the Life Potion.
The effect of the Life Potion was amazing.
William's Health Points were rapidly recovering, and his flesh was recovering at an unimaginable speed.
It did not take long.
He slowly regained consciousness in front of the City of Dawn and the four Legendary experts.
But …
He was blind.
He could not see anything.
But he could see the information panel.
It showed that his eyes were permanently damaged because he had used more than two levels of combat power …
That was the reason why he did not want to use the Left Hand of the Thunder God. The side effects were explosive!
However, he didn't show it. He didn't want Annie, who was about to cry, to really cry.
His Soul Power could also spread out, allowing him to act like a normal person. It was just that it was somewhat inconvenient and he was not used to it.
The four Legendary bosses sensed something, but they didn't say it out loud. They just looked at William's left hand with deep meaning in their eyes.
That left hand that was always flashing with lightning.
That was the Left Hand of God that was able to exert pressure on them.
The Divine Emissary of the Palace of Darkness, Scarbrow, said in a deep voice, "This matter needs to be reported to the higher-ups. His hand …"
"Who cares? Report it to the higher-ups, and you still dare to talk about interfering? Tell me, what's with the appearance of the Viscount of Darkness? "Roland Fecker was furious. He grabbed Scarbrow's collar and asked fiercely.
Scarbrow wasn't a pushover either. He pushed Roland away and shouted, "How would I know how he appeared? Don't tell me you suspect that the Palace of Darkness has something to do with the Dark World.
You want to break the hard-won peace between the Brilliance Palace and the Palace of Darkness?
Are you worthy? "
"So what if I'm suspicious? I have evidence now.
Furthermore …
The headquarters did not declare war.
I have the final say in the Southern Region. If I say we're going to fight today, then you guys have to fight! "Roland cursed and was about to continue shouting.
Irene had already raised a barrier. After all, if outsiders were to hear about this, there would definitely be chaos.
She and Carlos hurriedly tried to stop the fight. It was not the time to accuse anyone, and it was not the time to declare war.
Because the Left Hand of the Thunder God was the main point.
Even though the reincarnation of the Gods was very powerful …
But reincarnation was just reincarnation.
Many of the reincarnations of the gods had been found, and some of them were even being monitored in secret. For the time being, they had no ability to resist.
But William's Left Hand of the Thunder God was the real benefit.
Who was Roland?
He was a Temple Knight.
Even though he was weak in some aspects, he was still a righteous person.
He was the commander-in-chief of the southern region temple.
He was the guardian of the southern region that William had mentioned.
Roland Fecker looked at Irene and the others and sneered. "You dare to touch him in front of me? Are you seeking death?"
The crowd mocked him.
Irene and Scarbrow narrowed their eyes and looked deeply at Roland.
On the other hand, Carlos from the Mercenary Guild was a pure Warrior. He looked like an uncouth man, but at this moment, he became the peacemaker. "What are you guys doing? You want to snatch his hand? Not to mention that he is the Blackleaf Elf Prince, his father and mother are not weak either. "Even though we don't know if his father is dead or alive, if his mother knows about this, she will fight to the death with both of you."
Carlos didn't try to hide his words at all.
He pointed out that Irene and Scarbrow were trying to snatch William's hand.
William could hear Carlos's goodwill. Perhaps the outsourcing strategy of the Dawn Mercenary Guild had something to do with Carlos.
Even now, he still had the intention of supporting him. Unfortunately, this old bastard was also sinister and sinister. He had almost caused him to break off all relations with the Magic Sanctuary and the Palace of Darkness.
But the lucky thing was …
His mother was still alive in this life.
Actually, he knew that.
Even though the Life Blessing could only be given once, it did not mean that he would die. Instead, his lifespan would be greatly reduced.
But the problem of lifespan …
There were many ways to solve this problem. Even though they were difficult, it depended on the person.
But just as Roland was about to say something.
William dragged his exhausted body out and slowly said, "The hand is mine. Even if I cut it off, it will still be mine unless my soul is destroyed!"
With that,
He slashed with his sword.
The Left Hand of the Thunder God fell off.
But in the next second.
It automatically connected to William's left hand.
How could the Legendary big shots not feel the faint soul connection?
Irene and Scarbrow also felt that this matter was troublesome …
It was not a matter of snatching the Left Hand of the God. It was a matter of killing the Blackleaf Elven prince.
It had to be known.
Whether William was an exiled prince or not.
As long as he had something related to the 'God'.
The Blackleaf Elves would not give up.
Especially when the Left Hand of the God was connected to his soul.
That meant …
He was recognized by the Left Hand of the God.
It meant that he was talented enough.
It could be said.
William was recognized by the Left Hand of the God. It meant that he had the potential to become a Legendary or even a Sage.
And no matter which faction wanted to snatch it, they would have to kill a potential Saint …
However, this would incur the wrath of the Blackleaf elves.
At that time.
Not killing a few Legends would be considered a light punishment.
As long as William died, his hand would be snatched away. It didn't matter if the Blackleaf Elves managed to snatch his hand back. As long as many people died, it would be enough to prove that the Blackleaf Elves were not desolate. Only then would they not be bullied.
The dead geniuses were not important, but the Blackleaf Elves needed a few Legends dead to maintain their dignity.
It was just like how the human empire had secretly killed a few Blackleaf Elves' Legends.
And there was no need to worry.
As long as William was dead, even if he had only a slight connection with the Magic Sanctuary or the Palace of Darkness, the Magic Sanctuary would not be affected.
Irene and Scarbro must die.
That was right.
Regardless of whether they did it or not, they would definitely die.
A Saint made his move.
Do you really think it's a fight between kids? Do you really think it's over with a bloody nose and swollen face?
It required the blood of a Legend to be sacrificed to the heavens.
After all, in the Legendary continent, there had been cases of low-level cultivators obtaining divine items and fusing them with their souls.
You want to snatch it?
Sure.
Find experts of the same level and let them fight head-on.
Playing dirty.
Did they really think that the fortune-tellers were useless?
They had no combat power, and their enchantment skills were useless.
But they relied on fortune-tellers for a living …
Who were they?
No matter which power was secretly involved, there would definitely be traces left behind.
Irene and Scarbro considered for a long time. They decided not to make this decision because they did not want to die.
Furthermore.
It was just a hand.
It was not a complete body of a God.
To the Legendary experts, they did not want to risk their lives to snatch it.
When William saw their expressions, he knew that he had passed this hurdle. But in the future …
He had many missions to complete.
After all, every attack by an NPC was a mission.
But in this way.
He did not have to hide anymore.
He could show his brilliance and combat power to his heart's content.
But the way he used it was a pain in the ass …
William took a deep breath and said, "You've finished your questions. What about mine?"
"What do you mean?" Scarbro raised his eyebrows. What? You want to regain your dignity?
The seeded contestant of the Palace of Darkness has been reduced to ashes by you. I haven't even said that I want to regain my dignity.
If you want to, go and reason with the Dark World.
William grinned. He had to suck up to someone powerful. He went to Roland and said, "The Magic Conference did not allow dark creatures to participate, right?"
"No!" Roland nodded.
"Is the Viscount of Darkness considered a dark creature?"
"If he's not, then the devil can become a dark warrior of the Palace of Darkness. What do you think, Scarbro?" Roland raised his eyebrows at Scarbro.
The latter nodded with a pained expression on his face.
"Alright. How do we count this battle? Anyway, I don't have the strength to fight another battle. But I want the reward for being the champion. I've defeated the Viscount of Darkness. I have to make this clear." William sighed and sat on the ground.
He had to get the reward.
But he really could not fight anymore.
His eyes had been destroyed, and there was no way for him to recover.
Especially when he used his Soul Perception in battle, it was very easy for him to be injured.
If he continued to fight with Delosis in this state, it would be strange if he was not defeated.
The mouths of Irene and the others twitched.
They cursed in their hearts. Blinding a pair of eyes was William's excuse?
It seemed that Scarbro knew the reward for being the champion in the southern region.
To most professionals, the Viscount of Darkness was a legendary figure that had never been heard of.
But to the higher-ups of the major forces, the Viscount of Darkness was extremely important.
Not to mention killing him.
It would be a great achievement if they could kill him or severely injure him so that he could escape from the Dark World.
Based on what they had sensed, there was no way they would be able to escape.
The Viscount of Darkness was definitely not dead.
But his soul had been severely injured. Even if he returned to the Dark World, his level would drop, and his power would be greatly reduced. This would reduce a lot of trouble in the Legendary continent.
The Viscount of Darkness was the person with the highest status in the Darkness Invasion. He had a great influence on the Dark World.
Roland Fecker looked at William with a complicated expression. The Viscount of Darkness was the destined opponent of the Viscount of Light.
But now, he had been defeated by William …
He had been unlucky for eight lifetimes.
But in a short period of time.
The Viscount of Darkness could not take revenge, and he did not have the time.
Whether it was the Gods' continent or the Dark World, it was extremely difficult for the injured soul to recover.
Finally.
The four of them looked at each other. They could only announce that Lancelot did not need to participate in the competition to obtain the reward for being the champion in the southern region.
But he could not obtain the title of the champion among the Advanced professionals in the southern region.
William nodded nonchalantly.
The reward was the most practical.
The so-called champion in the southern region would definitely obtain a Legendary Point …
But defeating the Viscount of Darkness would also be a good story. The four major forces would not hide this situation and would even publicize it.
So when the time came.
He would be the messenger of justice and the apostle of Light!
Tsk tsk …
He was going to snatch the title of the Viscount of Light from Lancelot …
And he would also obtain a Legendary Point!
As for his eyes …
William turned his head to the southeast and blinked his blind eyes.
He still remembered.
In the temple of the Thunder God.
The eyes of the statue …
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