A Descendant of the Ancient Race
Redakteur: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Kant lowered his head, as if to show his humility in front of this beautiful girl.
But his palm gently gripped the hilt of his sword.
The golden light above his head shone brightly, and the power that belonged to the sun slowly flowed. Meanwhile, this girl, who was wearing a complicated and gorgeous dress made of golden threads, slowly floated in front of Kant.
She was like a god who stood high above.
Her delicate red lips opened, and her voice was very indifferent. "Servant, quickly answer my question."
"This is the current era."
Kant laughed lightly, and his mouth was filled with mockery.
He slightly raised his head to look at the beautiful girl whose thigh was floating in front of him. The malevolence in his eyes intensified, and he gripped the hilt of his sword tightly. He instantly swung out his sword, "This is the cruel era!"
A cold light flashed.