"Even if I were to burst forth with all my might, it would not be so easy to dispose of Kyle and Dickert."
"The Forbidden Spell Wizard's methods are terrifyingly powerful."
"Is it... that Blasphemer?"
"If that's really the case, then Dark Sun Divine Fanatic 'Dickert' died without any injustice."
"However, on the other hand, has that Blasphemer already grown to such an extent?"
Byron Adam raised his head and looked towards the sky.
With a barely perceptible sense of peering, he could feel it.
Byron Adam, who did not continue to advance, asked in a deep voice.
"Dark Sun Blasphemer, Tuck Ramore."
...
"Dark Sun Blasphemer, Tuck Ramore."
Seeing Byron Adam, who stopped in his tracks and declared his own name,
Tuck knew that the other party was partly guessing.
But the underlying message behind this was quite intriguing.
This Black Witch Gods Tribunal's Twelve Star Son would normally face the other Saint Heirs of the same level.
