"I remembered that bone sword. It was the sacred sword of the Ste West Tribe." Ignis walked forward, strolling through the airspace as he looked at Abart in the distance. "If my guess is correct, you should be the current chief of the Ste West Tribe."
Abart looked up at the silver-haired man wearing a silver mask and gritted his teeth. "You're Kvat III Silverwing, aren't you?"
"The sinner you speak of is already dead." Ignis stopped six thousand meters away from Abart, his eyes cold as he stated this.
"Heh."
"Hahahaha!"
Abart burst into laughter and roared, "Deceiving yourself while covering your ears? Then let me tear off that mask and see your true face."
In an instant, the enraged Abart had charged toward Ignis.
Seeing the hatred in his opponent's eyes, Ignis's gaze did not waver in the slightest. He gently raised his sword and slashed out a streak of Silver Radiance.
After being forced back tens of thousands of meters, Abart looked at the cracks that had appeared across his right hand and felt a profound sense of powerlessness.
During the Eleventh Holy War, his father had died at this man's hands.
After his father's death, his eldest brother had taken over his position and become the new chief of the Ste West Tribe, only to be killed by the man before him during the Twelfth Distant Holy War.
After his eldest brother died, he had taken over as chief as well. He had sought every possible method and made thorough preparations, hoping to kill this man in the Thirteenth Holy War, but his enemy had been imprisoned, leaving him no chance for revenge.
In the Fourteenth Holy War, he had encountered him again, but the God of Fate seemed to have played another cruel joke on