Breeding Dragons From Today
Breeding Dragons From Today - Chapter 108: Saint-level Master of the Dark Church

Joelson walked into Antoine's mansion.

It was a very luxurious decoration, comparable to the luxury of the palace.

The servants and waiters in the mansion were already cowering in the corner, trembling in fear. But from time to time, guards would rush out from the side and try to attack Joelson.

There were dozens of ice blades floating quietly around Joelson.

As long as someone rushed up, they would split an ice blade and shoot it out.

Antoine's expression was unsightly, and his gaze was ferocious as he said angrily to the person beside him.

"No, Sir Cliff, he is not Ulysses. He will only create a huge obstacle for our plan!"

Beside Antoine was a figure hidden in the black fog, just like the person in the Baron's territory.

The figure in the black fog sneered and said, "All geniuses are like this. Ulysses was also proud, but the God of Darkness can naturally make them submit."

Antoine wanted to say something.

Suddenly, someone ran in panic and shouted in fear.

"Sir Antoine, it's bad! There's... There's a dragon outside! There's a giant dragon!"

There's a giant dragon?!

Antoine could not help but frown and curse, "Idiot! What are you saying?"

"A giant dragon!"

The person who came had a pale face and a nervous expression. His actions were exaggerated as he gestured and said, "A very terrifying giant dragon is flying in the sky outside!"

The figure in the black fog snorted coldly and said, "The capital of the Alcott Empire, where did the giant dragon come from?"

Antoine slapped the person's face with a backhand. Just as he was about to curse, he suddenly heard a terrifying roar that sounded like thunder outside the door.

A cold voice sounded from the dragon's throat, "Antoine, you deserve to die."

Joelson stood alone on the back of Du Lu. Catherine was hiding in the distance with Juliana in her arms. Joelson asked them to leave so that they would not be hurt in the upcoming battle.

"Respected mage, may I leave now?"

The guard who led the way stood at Joelson's feet and raised his head to look at the fawning and terrified expression on his face.

Joelson could feel that there were many powerful auras hidden in the manor in front of him, as well as the disgusting smell of the Dark Church. It should be the lair of the shadow order.

"Okay."

Hearing this short sentence, the guard saluted Joelson with great surprise and then quickly ran into the distance.

A water bomb shot out under the cover of the night, shattering the guard's head.

Catherine stared at the dead body of the guard with her eyes wide open, her chest heaving up and down Due to nervousness.

She was also a mage.

This was Catherine's first time killing someone, but she did not feel afraid. Instead, she felt a faint sense of excitement.

"Juliana, I will protect you."

Catherine hugged Juliana's body tightly. Juliana nodded silently, but her eyes were looking in the direction of Joelson.

Figures kept flashing out of the manor. Most of them were at least at tier 6.

All of them had fear on their faces as they looked at Joelson on the dragon's back.

Joelson lowered his head and said to Du Lu, "Flatten it, Du Lu."

Du Lu received the order and spread his wings. He raised his head and roared, his domineering aura spreading out, causing a hurricane.

Many people could not stand properly under the hurricane, lying on the ground in fear.

Du Lu stared at the "Small wooden box" beneath him. Jin Hong Ede's eyes seemed to be flowing with lava.

It swooped down and spat out blazing flame breath.

With a charge, the huge manor was split into two from the middle.

In the middle, there was a scorched black mark that was deeply sunken.

The people who stood on this mark had already turned into charcoal along with the soil.

The Shadow Association assassins who were lucky enough to survive stared at the sky in a daze, as if they had all been petrified by magic.

It was too terrifying.

The power of a dragon.

It was not an existence that human power could contend against.

Du Lu began to spit out marks in the manor back and forth.

A burning pillar of fire condensed in Joelson's hand and swept towards the ground.

At this moment, he was like a god riding a dragon, holding a holy sword of fire.

The assassins then thought of escaping.

The fire giant rose from the ground, chasing after the fleeing people.

Meteorites with flames or frost fell from the sky, creating large craters on the ground.

Joelson wantonly squandered his powerful spiritual power.

The fire and water magic elements were almost completely plundered by him, transforming into the shape of a giant dragon.

Every dive would produce bursts of explosions.

It was like a punishment from the gods.

It was an apocalyptic scene for the shadow order.

Under the intimidation of the dragon's might, everyone's strength was forcibly suppressed.

Forget about resisting, they had already lost the courage to face Joelson directly.

There was only one thought left in their hearts, and that was...

Run!

Quickly run!

Quickly leave this place!

"Bastard!"

A very angry voice suddenly sounded.

A thick black fog spread out, and the figure was indistinct.

"He's only a tier 8 mage! He's only a tier 8 mage, are you all idiots?!"

Antoine and Cliff rushed out in a hurry. What they saw made their heads explode with anger.

A group of level-six and level-seven experts were slaughtered like pigs by a man and a dragon. They fell one after another like wheat being harvested.

Antoine stared intently at Joelson who was in the air. His gaze wandered over the dragon and his body. His eyes were filled with shock and hatred.

Joelson had come for him. Joelson wanted to kill him.

"Sir Cliff, it seems that our magic genius is not friendly to the Dark Church at all," Antoine said darkly.

Cliff was obviously very angry, and the black fog kept rising and falling.

"Joelson Edward."

Without waiting for cliff to finish speaking, Joelson had already made his stance clear with his actions.

The tungsten-iron wood staff drew an abstruse pattern of a magic circle in the void.

The magic circle slowly lit up, and a huge amount of fire elements gathered.

The light became more and more intense, and it was as dazzling as the sun.

Bang!

A very thick pillar of fire shot out, aiming straight at Cliff.

Cliff's pupils suddenly contracted. It was too late to dodge, and he subconsciously kicked Antoine.

Eighth-tier fire spell, meteor flame!

The meteor flame-like light flashed and disappeared, and the black fog that enveloped Cliff had completely disappeared.

A pale, thin figure was revealed. His face was pale, and his eyes were fixed on Joelson.

A cold smile appeared on the corner of Joelson's mouth. "Are the people of the Dark Church all dwarves? Or are they rats hiding in the gutter?"

Cliff was so angry that he was about to go crazy.

Practicing the secret techniques of the Dark Church would slowly erode the human body. After reaching the peak, the body would slowly shrink. Therefore, the people of the Dark Church liked to use the black fog to hide their bodies.

A very powerful aura burst out from Cliff's body, and his body slowly floated in the air.

Saint-level!