What kind of figure was Gaiseric? He was the overlord who had unified the entire continent!
How could someone like him possibly have been ambushed without any ability to fight back? At the very moment Potter was about to become a God Hand, he struck back, preventing Potter from successfully becoming one.
But Gaiseric had not met a good end either. He had become a monster that resembled a skeleton. Though he still retained his will, honestly, in that state, he was not much different from being dead.
Though Potter had not become a true God Hand, he had still gained a portion of a God Hand's power.
All this time, Gaiseric had been constantly searching for a way to restore himself to his original form. One method was to defeat Apostles and then devour the Beherits condensed from his own flesh and blood in their hands, thereby rebuilding his body. Of course, the things most important to him were actually the five red Beherits—the Eggs of the King. Those were the most essential parts of his body.
Meanwhile, Potter began selecting others qualified to become God Hands. He needed to gather five people. Since those five had each only received one Egg of the King, their strength was actually not much different from Potter's, perhaps even weaker.
Potter had always been waiting. First, he formed bonds with these people, then sacrificed every last one of them. Only then could he become a true God Hand.
And now, he had succeeded. He stood just like that before Li.
Griffith roared at that moment. "Potter, what is going on?! My power! Where has my power gone?!"
Potter silently glanced at him, then knelt before Li. "My lord, it seems you are the spokesperson chosen by the Lord."
Li chuckled. Potter and