"Do you have any brothers or sisters?"
Upon hearing William's question, Forseti felt the tension in his heart ease slightly.
It felt like a casual family chat!
Especially with the expression William had now.
How to put it?
Like a benevolent elder.
It seems the rumors were sowhat exaggerated.
"Lord William, I have no brothers or sisters," Forseti responded, now almost certain that the person before him was indeed William the Obliterator.
Forseti's tone of voice is now very earnest.
William the Obliterator was an incredibly powerful being, the ntor of his father, the God of Light, Baldr!
Whenever his father ntioned his ntor, his eyes were filled with reverence.
He had even asked who was more formidable, William the Obliterator or those high-tier god-kings.
His father's response, filled with disdain, was clear: "High-tier god-kings? Do they even compare to William the Obliterator?"
At that mont, he understood that William the Obliterator must be a being beyond all others in strength.
If William the Obliterator supported him, what did the high-tier god-kings of the Divine Realm amount to?
William, hearing Forseti's eager attitude, felt a bit embarrassed.
"An only child, huh? Then let it be!" William had actually been considering plucking off his wings...
"What brings you here, Lord William?" Forseti, not quite understanding William's intentions, had a gleam in his eyes.
According to his father, just a little guidance from William the Obliterator had significantly advanced his power level.
Forseti knew from his father, the God of Light Baldr, that William the Obliterator's strength was indescribably supre.
Even a little guidance from him promised boundless prospects!
As for the purpose of his visit?
William, however, fell silent. He couldn't possibly tell Forseti that he really just wanted to discuss how to obtain Forseti's pair of wings...
"Since you are Baldr's son... how about I give you so guidance?" William's eyes narrowed slightly, feeling the need to improve the impression others have of him.
Throughout his journey, William had realized that he had perhaps left a sowhat unfavorable impression on the Shapeshifter race in the past.
"That would be fantastic!"
Forseti, excited, knelt before William again, thanking him repeatedly.
"Have them all leave," William nodded and said, "I'll guide you one-on-one!"
Forseti took a deep breath, turned his head towards those maids, and said, "Didn't you hear? All of you, leave!"
What an exhilarating mont!
To be personally ntored by William the Obliterator!
His power level was sure to skyrocket!
Stumbling upon such an opportunity made him think that sotis impulsiveness could bring benefits.
William spoke seriously, "Your inherited bloodline is quite exceptional, combining the strong genes of both your father and mother. However, there is a conflict between the two sets of genes. Look at those wings of yours; they've actually hindered your growth."
"Wings?" Forseti was puzzled and said, "These wings are inherited from my father's bloodline. How could they hinder my growth?"
William raised an eyebrow and explained, "Baldr also possesses a pair of golden wings. With wings, there's no need to learn any secret techniques for aerial flight. But as a humanoid creature, flying through the sky like a clumsy bird, is that really desirable?"
"Huh?" Forseti was montarily confused.
His wings were a symbol of formidable power. Besides flying, they could be used for attacks and to execute various special abilities.
Such wings, according to William, were sohow hindering his power developnt?
With these wings, Forseti could fly tens of thousands of miles with ease,they were extrely useful to him.
Had anyone other than William made such a claim, Forseti might have responded with a slap.
"You have your mother's bloodline. Look at your mother, does she need wings to fly?" William spoke solemnly, "I have a secret technique here, instant teleportation, capable of crossing space and transcending ti, but you need to give up these wings. Do you want to learn it?"
Instant teleportation, crossing space, reversing ti?
Forseti was aware of many racial special abilities, but he couldn't perform instant teleportation.
And what William ntioned about space and ti...
That would not only allow instant movent but also ti reversal, aning it could traverse ti and space!
Even high-tier god-kings would find it difficult to reverse ti!
Forseti's heart raced, his breathing quickened.
"Lord William, I can just retract my wings into my body!" Forseti thought this was no big deal.
Wings, after all, with his ability, could simply be retracted to learn this special power.
However, William said, "Retracting them is useless! To enhance strength with this secret technique, you must not have wings in your subconscious. As long as you have wings, you will think about them, and the technique will be hard to master. Therefore, these wings must be cut off!"
Sophias, the Elent Devouring Cat, listening by the side, had its eyes wide open in shock. Could it really work like that?
Forseti hesitated, "Can't it work without cutting off the wings?"
William nodded seriously, "No, it can't!"
"Hisss—"
Forseti was filled with myriad thoughts.
To him, these wings were as essential as a human's hands. Could they just be cut off?
William scoffed, "Do you not even have the courage to cut off a pair of wings?"
Forseti realized, was William testing his resolve and determination?
It's just a pair of wings, cut them off!
"Lord William, I have understood!" After saying this, Forseti stepped back a few tis, and his wings spread out from his back.
He was indeed ruthless to himself.
Forseti grabbed his wings and, right in front of William, tore them off.
He managed to keep the blood from splattering onto William.
Seeing this, William nodded in approval, "Well done! Truly determined!"
Despite the pain, Forseti, pale-faced, managed a smile.
William then said, "Give those wings; I'll keep them for you for the ti being, so you don't feel sorry looking at them!"
"Your command will be obeyed!" Forseti had never imagined that William the Obliterator, whom he revered, had been eyeing these wings from the start.
With a casual wave, William collected the wings.
How could bear paws compare to the delicacy of these wings?
William thought about it: one wing roasted, the other chopped into small pieces and stir-fried, the taste would definitely be extraordinary!
Such delicacies could also be shared with Alice later. She had made significant progress recently and deserved a reward.
Lucien, sitting aside, was completely dumbfounded.
This bird-brain must have a screw loose!
He's supposed to be the supre commander of Heart of Asgard, right?
With this level of intelligence?
He doesn't even realize he's been duped!
With just a few words, William managed to bamboozle this bird-
brain into handing over his wings.
Having witnessed William grilling bear paws, Lucien would never believe that William intended to "temporarily keep" those wings.
It's like asking children to guard candy,would they really refrain from eating it?
That's simply not possible!
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