Chapitre 570: The Messiah

Legends have it that in the darkest time of need, a hero shall appear. Nobody knows the hero's name, but everyone knew one when they saw him. Dressed in a white lab coat with a hair tied into a ponytail, his cloak was blown away by the powerful tornado creeping towards their city.

When misfortune strikes, they come in waves. Right after the werebeasts battled it out with the furious young dragon who destroyed most of their city structures in its rampage, the weather controlled by Queen Leah's rage decided to bury the remains of their dear home underwater.

"Retreat! Retreat!" King Gaon cried. There was blood running into one of his eyes, and the arm wielding his sword now swung limply by his side. "Drag the wounded towards the gates! Retreat!"