"Williams," Brand couldn't help letting out a sigh.
The Deputy Commander of the Holy Temple Knights froze slightly.
Then he saw blazing Black flames suddenly ignite in Brand's eyes, then in his hair, his hands; in an Instant, a pair of wings burning with Abyss Fire unfurled from Brand's back.
Brand's voice also turned hoarse and low: "You really are an idiot."
Williams nearly popped his own eyeballs out: "This… cannot be possible! Fool!… Fool! The Dark Dragon's legacy!"
He pointed his Sword at Brand and screamed in disbelief: "You… you're actually the Dark Dragon."
"No," Brand shook his head: "I am Brand."
"Go to hell!" Williams' face went White, and with a furious roar: "Heretic!" he raised the Longsword in his hand, just about to launch his attack on Brand.
But his movement suddenly locked up.
Because he saw Brand take out a short, roughly three-inch-long, gleaming golden cone-shaped object.
