The first time Arthur saw the Yellow-Beard Tyrant, Gaiyue, his entire body began to tremble.
In his impression, no matter what, Gaiyue was merely a somewhat stronger man.
But now, Gaiyue seemed to block out the sun in the east, casting a massive shadow over the entire city. The air around him twisted, and he looked like a giant holding up the sky.
Arthur gently covered his heart. He felt that this Yellow-Beard Tyrant could discover him at any moment, then tear him in half and hurl him into the sky.
But didn't Gaiyue always wear armor wherever he went? Why was he wearing a robe unsuitable for battle now? "Gaiyue pays his respects to His Majesty, the esteemed Magic King."
Gaiyue, the governor of the British Continent, suddenly crouched down and knelt on one knee, bowing his head in salute.
The guards behind him went weak in the knees and knelt directly on the ground. Their metal armor clattered loudly.
The shadow vanished, and sunlight shone everywhere.
Arthur, Ekte, and the distant townspeople stared blankly before looking at Suye in disbelief.
Even the notorious senators, consuls, and even the Roman Emperor of the Roman Empire could not make Gaiyue perform such a grand salute.
Not to mention the Original Gods of the British Continent—even the Black Wizard God avoided provoking him.
Gaiyue was not merely a governor. He was also a demigod.
A brutal demigod.
Whenever those Roman nobles saw Gaiyue, they became as obedient as little rabbits, terrified of angering this savage who enjoyed tearing his enemies apart with his bare hands.
"This is our first meeting." Suye calmly looked at Gaiyue below.
Gaiyue kept his head lowered and said, "I was fortunate enough to witness your glorious bearing through a Magic Image."
Arthur and Ekte's hearts jolted