At least in the North-Southwest Region, his name was firmly engraved in the minds of the Guadians and the higher-ups of the military.
Anyone who had seen Lugh would never forget his swift and decisive methods.
Even the people in the North-Southwest Region spread his legend.
On the worm train, Lugh sat on the sofa, quietly flipping through the book in his hand.
Lucy sat across from him, looking out of the window. Occasionally, she would look at Lugh across from her.
More than half a year had passed, and Lugh's seventeenth birthday had long passed.
During this half a year, Lugh had either been exterminating, hunting down and killing members of the Beast God Cult, or on the way to exterminating members of the Beast God Cult.
Because of the continuous encirclement and pursuit of the members of the Beast God Cult for half a year...
The aura on Lugh's body also became more condensed.