He traveled through time and became the most useless trash among the Celestial Dragons. He was exiled by the Five Old Stars, laughed at, and had wine thrown at him in public.
Don Quixote Vies just wiped his face and took out a roll of parchment from his arms.
There is no law written on it. Only three sentences were written: Order is divinity. The contract is the path. Backlash is purification.
Then he cut open his heart and inserted a fruit that could control time. The sea water has no effect on him, and time can play with him at will. The chief judge of Judiciary Island was turned to ashes, the Blackfish Kingdom was razed to the ground by seven rounds of artillery fire, and the most evil generations of the Chambord Islands were slaughtered in pieces. Everyone thought he was crazy.
Until Malinfando's three hundred serial alloy explosive rocks were cleared at once, until the knights of the Holy Land Marie Gioia were cut in two by him. Im on the Void Throne finally spoke: "Who are you?"
Veis sheathed his sword, his silver hair hanging down his shoulders, and his three-color pupils reflected the world that had been burning for eight hundred years:
"I'm here to burn the old books."
