Federation established for over six hundred years, a thousand years of chaos, thus Tucker is already over two thousand years old.
For ordinary people, two thousand years is akin to the shifting of seas and mountains.
Yet for gods with endless lifespans, two thousand years is not even considered a long duration.
Tucker walked with hands behind his back on the wide asphalt road, his ancient attire fluttering in the wind.
"The legendary Wizard, the mysterious traveler of time and space, the catalyst for the gods' downfall, Mr. Carl Bergman."
He spoke with a haunting tone:
"We have finally met."
"Thunder Spear, Emperor's Blade, Godslayer War God." Carl gazed at the opponent, eyes showing heaviness:
"Do you intend to kill me?"
"No!" Tucker shook his head, looking down at his own hands:
"I only know how to kill."
"Speaking of which, I should thank you; you helped Yiyeta achieve her father's ideal."
"Yiyeta?" Carl's eyes showed slight movement:
"Your wife?"
"Yes."
