Chapter 328: The Shadowless King of the Black Sea (5)
The Trident of Baskerville.
The triplets, Highbro, Midbro, and Lowbro, who had sworn allegiance to their half-brother Vikir, now stood dazed on the beach.
While holding the baby madam who was whimpering while looking for Vikir.
"Master's level... 1, right?"
"That's right. He's a hundred times weaker."
"And he can fight like that?"
Vikir is a god of battle, his feet moving over the bodies of ghost ships and jellyfish, sometimes even breaking the surface of the water.
It was like watching a fighting dog born solely for battle.
An aura that was at least a Graduator Intermediate or higher, and a sword skill that was clearly Baskerville, but whose level of mastery was unknown.
Those who don't know Vikir would be puzzled if they saw him.
Why is Vikir not weaker than he was outside the tower, but stronger?