"It was still sunset just now... how did it suddenly turn dark?"
Two streets away from Speech Square, William curiously drew back the curtains and gazed at the silent night sky.
It was pure darkness, without the slightest gleam of starlight.
"And the troops that just ran past—Boss... something really did happen during the Pope's speech."
He looked at Aaron again, his eyes filled with scrutiny and hatred.
"The God of Suffering from the Desire Spirit Sect should have appeared already... You want revenge?"
Aaron looked playfully at this descendant of Xia Ya.
At present, Speech Square held far more than just the Desire Spirit Sect. Numerous evil organizations had gathered there, including the Gourmet Association, the Lotus Eater Society, Blood of Decay, and more.
Among them, Blood of Decay was William's true mortal enemy—the kind that had hunted his family down until only one person remained!
"I do!"
William gritted his teeth, thinking of Isabet.
To be honest, it had not counted as love in the beginning. Yet watered by hatred and deepened by the passage of time, it had become ever more etched into his bones and heart.
"But I know... there's nothing I can do right now. My Origin Quality level is still far too low." William drew a deep breath. "Boss... use me as you please. Tell me, what should I do?"
Since he was weak, he needed to have the awareness of being used as a chess piece!
"Though I'd like to offer you some comfort, I have to say—there is nothing!"
Aaron came to the window's edge and looked into the distance.
Beyond Speech Square, riots had suddenly erupted in other parts of Plymouth as well.
In one stretch of the night sky, a massive phantom of a blood-red holy grail appeared, black mud-like