Breeding Dragons From Today
Breeding Dragons From Today - Chapter 124: Hawthorne's Arrival. Saint-Tier Daemons!

"If they really want to attack us with all their might."

Stephanie said with difficulty, "I'm afraid that not a single one of our two empires will be able to walk out of the Magical Beast Forest."

Everyone was silent.

Don Quixote was also deeply affected.

For the second time, he felt powerless.

The first time was during the exchange match, and it was brought to him by Joelson.

"Haha, there's still a group of peeping rats hiding here!"

Ear-piercing laughter rang out.

Everyone was shocked. They realized that the Dark Church's trial-takers who had come with the giant undead wolf had already discovered them.

The Dark Church's trial-takers revealed savage smiles on their faces as they slowly drew their longswords.

Lord Ernesto Xiu stopped the idiots of the Church of Light. They could take this opportunity to reap the heads of the two empires.

The Dark Church would definitely win this trial!

"Prepare for battle!"

Don Quixote shouted loudly as golden cross battle-qi burst out from his body.

He was the first to rush out and block the strongest trial-taker of the Dark Church.

Stephanie and the other knights protected the mages from the Tulip Academy in the middle while Stuart and the Gemini Star quickly chanted spells.

"Hmph!"

Don Quixote suddenly took two steps back.

So powerful!

The opponent's strength had already reached the peak of tier 7. If not for the augmentation of the golden cross battle aura, he might have been defeated in one move.

The Dark Church's trial-takers' battle-qi was black. It was a type of battle-qi that imitated the dark attribute. Its power was stronger than ordinary battle-qi, but it could not compare to Don Quixote's golden cross battle-qi.

Seeing that his full-strength attack was actually blocked by Don Quixote, the leader of the Dark Church snorted coldly. He was very dissatisfied and mustered all his strength to slash down once more.

The rest of the Dark Church trial-takers also followed quickly.

Most of their strength was at the seventh rank. Moreover, they coordinated well with each other and attacked ferociously.

The teams of the two empires almost collapsed in an instant.

Bang!

Don Quixote rolled on the ground in a sorry state, dodging the attack of a stream of combat aura.

Damn it!

Two seventh rank cultivators!

The Dark Church clearly had their eyes on him. They separated two people to attack him.

"Your head is worth 100 points!"

The leader laughed sinisterly and charged forward with another person.

Don Quixote barely managed to block one sword, but the other sword was already aimed at his neck.

There was no way he could dodge it.

Don Quixote's eyes widened.

At this moment, a powerful gray combat aura light descended from the sky and sent a person flying.

A figure stood in front of Don Quixote, his proud red hair fluttering in the wind.

He looked back.

It was a pair of strange red eyes.

"Hawthorne!" Stephanie cried out.

Hawthorne's current appearance was almost unrecognizable.

He was wearing a strange mask.

The gray-white jawbone and the sharp spikes on both sides pierced deep into Hawthorne's ears.

Bright red blood flowed into the jawbone bit by bit, like a sponge absorbing water, slowly being absorbed, emitting a strange red light.

"Hawthorne, your strength?" Don Quixote could not help but ask, looking at Hawthorne in shock.

Hawthorne laughed wildly.

"Very strong, right? I also feel that I am very strong now! Don Quixote, you are no longer the number one genius of the younger generation in the Eternal Empire! I am!"

Hawthorne's aura continued to rise. Before everyone's eyes, he directly broke through level 7 and advanced to level 8.

Everyone's faces were filled with shock.

A few days ago, Hawthorne was only at level 6. Now, in the blink of an eye, he was already at level 8?!

The aura he emitted became increasingly strange and filled with an evil aura.

Don Quixote frowned tightly and shouted solemnly, "Dark Church? Hawthorne, quickly remove that bone!"

Hawthorne ignored Don Quixote's warning.

The people of the Dark Church also exclaimed, "It's Lord Fenrir's jaw bone! He actually got it!"

"Kill him! Take it back!"

Hawthorne smiled malevolently, raising the knight's longsword in his hand, and took the initiative to charge into the crowd of the Dark Church.

Grey evil battle-qi was wantonly unleashed, and its strength was extraordinary. In just a few seconds, two type 7 auras had died under his sword.

"Did you see that?"

Hawthorne turned to look at the trial-takers of the two empires, and laughed arrogantly, "Give me time, I can lead you to win this trial!"

Everyone's eyes widened, and someone cried out in alarm.

"Careful!"

A black shadow crashed into Hawthorne's back. Before he could react, his entire body flew to the side like a ragdoll.

After crashing into a few thick trees, he could not get up for a long time.

"So, it was you who stole the jawbone," said Owen with a cold smile as he sat on the back of the undead wolf and looked at Hawthorne coldly

Griffin, who sensed the presence of the jawbone, immediately broke away from the entanglement with Louis and rushed toward Hawthorne.

Owen jumped off the back of the undead wolf and gently picked up the jawbone that had been shot down from the ground. A satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Now, Lord Fenrir is complete!"

Ernesto Xiu placed the jawbone near the jawbone of the undead wolf Fenrir and pressed it down.

A dark aura that was several times more terrifying than before suddenly burst out.

Louis, who had light wings on his back and looked like a god, also trembled slightly. He said in a low voice, "Retreat!"

Don Quixote and the others were also frightened and quickly retreated.

"What are you running for? None of you can escape!"

Fenrir raised his head and howled at the sky. The sky was forcefully darkened by the dense dark aura.

Fenrir ran in the void, leaving footprints burned by black flames. His level nine aura continued to rise.

Breakthrough, Saint-level!

Black flesh and blood slowly grew out of the skeleton of the undead wolf. The red light in its eye sockets grew stronger and stronger as if it was about to be resurrected from hell.

The most annoying aura of light.

Fenrir's eyes flashed with red light, and he quickly rushed towards the direction of the Church of Light.

Louis subconsciously raised his saint-level and slashed down.

Bang!

Louis spat out golden-red blood. The chest of his beautiful silver armor sank deeply, and he flew backwards.

The priests of the Church of Light also coughed out a mouthful of blood, but they gritted their teeth and chanted even faster.

Louis got up from the ground, and a stream of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. He said coldly, "Sacrifice a pure virgin."

The priests chanted loudly, "Receive the power of the Angel of Heaven!"

A priest died without making a sound. His entire person instantly aged, like a withered flower.

The holy aura on Louis' body instantly soared.

The wings of light on his back also extended, becoming several times longer.

He gradually floated up and floated in the air. His eyes had completely turned pure gold as he stared coldly at Fenrir.