The Blackened Plateau was split in half by the overwhelming Primordial Darkness and the pure Holy Light.

Leiu, wearing the exclusive set of the Dark Knight class, and holding the overpowered Anduril in his hands, finally sprung into action.

He had never felt so powerful, yet amidst all the chaos and the surprising turn of events, his heart was absolutely calm.

He felt serenity and clarity instead of tension and anxiousness. His targets were in sight and his objective was to kill all of them and survive this ordeal.

Whether it was simple pirates or the divinities themselves, it was all the same to him. It has, and will always be, kill or be killed.

Morality, perspectives, good and evil… all of that didn't matter in such a situation. He might be the bad guy, he might unwittingly be the most evil existence, yet he couldn’t care less.

“Insolent abomination!”

Hercules swung his lightning hammer at the relatively small Leiu, but he missed his mark.

Leiu shot forward, enveloped by a