The sun gradually dimmed, its lingering glow falling on the faces of the Present World's guards, storing its last sliver of light in their resolute eyes, where it shone brightly.
The sun slumbered, and night fell.
Chen Ze glanced at the message on his Wristwatch, then looked back at the River of Forgetfulness behind him. They really had caused an incredible commotion.
Sun Cheng clicked his tongue. "I regret it. I should've been the one openly guarding them. I've never seen anything like this in my life."
Mo Yi's gaze sharpened as he received the message. "Activate Level-Two Defense! Prepare for battle!"
"Ah, I really want to visit the River of Forgetfulness. The proposal stage must be spectacular." Kaitis sighed as he swept back the red hair over his forehead.
Gerard spoke coldly. "What would you go there for? To play the clown before the opening and give everyone a laugh? Spare us."
Kaitis's face went blank. "Gerard, nobody will think you're mute if you keep your mouth shut."
Mo Yi pretended not to hear. One was a bastard from the Americas who bared his chest and flaunted himself shamelessly; the other was a stiff knight from New Rome. Whenever they met, they had to take a jab at each other.
Good heavens, I really hope the Americas and New Rome produce some talent so we can kick these two out.
Morkov of North Russia stepped between Kaitis and Gerard with a cold expression, determined to show them what mattered.
"The Supreme Guards of the Present World should stand united."
Mo Yi glanced at Morkov's developed pectorals and felt nothing but weary. Better kick this musclebound brute out too.
An icy aura prowled through the night. All four abruptly turned, instantly assuming combat readiness as they stared into the distance.