The transcendent dragon descendant died, and the level-19 dracons behind it twitched violently like melted candles.
'Rustle!'
They turned into a pool of mucus, and no one stood still.
No one paid attention to the dracons. The players set their eyes on the figure who knelt before Richard.
"Is it worth it?"
A few players watched as the hero died most arrogantly. Kratos held the transcendent and the broken battle axe. Their hearts trembled.
The muscular warrior player subconsciously looked at the figure shrouded in yellow sand beside him. He felt an overwhelming degree of regret.
"Was it worth it for a hero of this level to kill a transcendent at the cost of its life?"
A word suddenly appeared in his mind.
His will was his subordinates' everything!
He would complete it even if he had to sacrifice everything!
The muscular warrior player took a deep breath. Complicated emotions shrouded his eyes.
