Chapter 4210
The First Heir
âLord Anthony, weâre halfway through the journey, but the major forces are still laying low. What should
we do?â On the transportation warcraft, a man walked up behind Anthony and said respectfully.
Anthony replied without thinking, âJust keep going. Itâs good if thereâs no one. If there is, Iâll deal with
them.â
Ever since the warcraft was ready to set off, Anthony had been standing on the deck with a calm
expression and dark eyes. He was looking into the distance.
The white tiger beside him looked at the subordinates behind him from time to time with slightly
unfriendly eyes. However, no one dared to disturb Anthony. He was an indomitable pseudo holy being,
after all.
Meanwhile, a group of people who had been following the warcraft looked at Anthony on the deck with
frowning eyes full of helplessness.
âI canât believe the Oslo family actually sent Anthony out. Iâm afraid we canât take down this indomitable
pseudo holy being.â
Everyone seemed helpless.
They only had a dozen pseudo holy beings in their group and only one at level nine. Without Anthony
around, it was possible that they could make it.
Now that Anthony was here, however, it would be difficult for them to get the supplies this time.
âLetâs just follow them. Many forces have gathered this time, with more than a few level nine pseudo
holy beings among them. When those people show up, we can join forces to deal with Anthony. I
refuse to believe that we canât gather ten level nine pseudo holy beings!â
Everyone around nodded. It was their only option now.
***
In Lewe, Percy hovered in the sky with members of the Blood Moon Alliance. Everyoneâs eyes were full
of excitement and bloodlust.
This battle would determine the future of the Blood Moon Alliance, even the whole continent. However,
they did not realize that many people around them did not belong to their influence.
The Blood Moon Alliance was made up of hundreds of forces, so these people who appeared suddenly
could hardly attract their attention. Moreover, many powerful beings among them seemed very calm as
if this event was just a game for them.
Time passed slowly.
A huge warcraft slowly appeared in the sky. The deck of the warcraft was filled with people, and
Oswald Oslo stood at the forefront!
Oswald looked at the people in front of him indifferently, but the killing intent in his eyes became more
intense.
At this time, a weary and weather-beaten voice rang, âOswald, itâs been a while!â
Oswald looked in the direction of the voice. His gaze sharpened and chills exploded from his body.
âItâs you!â
It was an old man in a blue robe with messy gray hair. The old man seemed to contain everything in his
eyes, appearing wise and peaceful.
âDominic, Iâm surprised that youâre involved in this matter. It looks like you have a descendant here.â
Oswaldâs eyes gradually darkened.
Dominic smiled and said, âNot exactly. Percy Lang is my apprentice and also the alliance master. I
donât want my apprentice to fall in your hands.â
With that said, Dominic turned to look at Percy. Everyone was shocked and looked at Percy in disbelief.