"I knew the Radiant Pope wouldn't come, but Ursula, you actually dared to come. Today, I'll make your blood spla—"
Mastema's voice had been loud, but the moment he saw the newcomer, he abruptly stopped in his tracks, and his voice dwindled to a mosquito's buzz.
Dark Child likewise widened his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitching as he looked at the Dawn City Lord before him.
Especially after he discovered that Lancelot had been taken away by him, an inexplicable fury rose within him.
But how could Mastema dare let Dark Child make a move? He immediately stopped him and said in a deep voice, "Dawn City Lord, we've always stayed out of each other's way. If you truly came to the City of All Evils as a guest, I could even let you enjoy all the comfort and joy of returning home."
"But you slaughtered the city, and now you want to take Lancelot away."
"You really don't take me, Mastema, seriously at all."
As he spoke,
Mastema stepped through the air, advancing step by step. Thirteen Saints followed at his sides, along with Dark Child. Their group's momentum was overwhelming, crushing countless Demons in the city until they could barely breathe.
William swept his gaze over the group and merely raised an eyebrow with a light laugh. "Oh? You intend to fight me?"
"Impudence!"
"Shut up." Mastema told his subordinate to get lost. Did he want to fight William?
Honestly,
he really didn't.
Ever since William had drawn level with the Savage Main God's Divine Descent state using a secret technique, whether they were Saints of the Gods Continent or Dark Lords here, no one truly wanted to fight the Dawn City Lord.
Even if some suspected that the Savage Main God and William had been