"Destiny?"
Listening to the taunts of the Heart Image Dominator, a trace of mocking smile suddenly appeared on Richard's face, which was somewhat disheveled due to the attack.
"You dare mention destiny in front of me? I rose from insignificance, and within just a few thousand years, I became one of the seven Crown Thrones of the Wizard Civilization.
A guy like you dares to mention destiny in front of me!?"
Richard almost roared, suddenly enveloping himself in Holy Light.
Within that sacred light, countless Runes fluctuated, as if recording profound and mysterious knowledge.
His left hand brushed his waist, and a Magic Book with multiple layers of Seals appeared in his hand.
The words of the Heart Image Dominator gave him a hint.
The series of improbable events that had occurred to him were likely the work of the Civilization Devourer manipulating his Thread of Destiny.
To counter such an attack, conventional methods were useless.
