บท 837: Holy Knight Of Murder

Ginger looked at Jasmine and Cerilla, "Alcott's level had reached a peak of… 892, all of his levels were pushed into the fighter's class."

Thud! Alcott landed behind them; he took a step forward and cracked his neck, "Finally got some exercises in; albeit wasted some money on those shells."

Cerilla and Jasmine could feel a shiver run down their spines, whatever monster they saw in their lives, it didn't compare to this overly muscular man. They've heard all the ridiculous tales of Alcott's adventure, but most seemed too stupid to believe. But now that they see him in front of them, it's all clear.

"Trying to kill my son; fine, it's war then. For decades I thought that I was impotent…but now that I seem to have one…" Alcott growled as he walked toward Ginger with all the dragons dead behind him in the hills.