Saint Armor Three

Aside from Dawn City, the strongest Mercenary Groups on the Legendary Continent had merged.

The news swept across the continent like a storm in a single day, drawing the attention of countless factions to this newly formed power.

William was stunned when he heard. For a moment, he could hardly make sense of it.

He could tell the three Mercenary Groups had joined forces to challenge the seemingly unstoppable Dawn City. But that wasn't how version 4.0 was supposed to unfold.

More to the point...

Nothing like this had happened in his previous life.

The flapping of his butterfly wings had sent so many events off course that they might as well have landed outside the galaxy.

So the prince convened a meeting for the first time in ages. Diablo, Burning Ash, Solimans, Doglitt, Tyrannosaur, Legolas, and his other subordinates all attended: twenty-one Epic fighters and two Legendary-Class Professionals in all.

And that wasn't even counting Moxis. Otherwise, there would have been one more Legendary-Class Professional.

By now...

Dawn City was nothing like it used to be. Gone were the days when it had just a few small fry and not a single heavyweight.

Yet only eleven years had passed since Dawn City was founded. It was a legendary tale, the sort Bards would love to spread far and wide.

William looked over his subordinates, secretly pleased despite his calm expression. "You've all heard about the Legendary Mercenary Group. What do you make of it? If you know anything, let's hear it."

Three Mercenary Groups had merged and called themselves the Legendary Mercenary Group.

Talk about arrogant.

Even William wouldn't have dared claim that title.

Who did these people think they were, acting as though they represented every mercenary on the Legendary Continent?

They hadn't even discussed it with Dawn