Breeding Dragons From Today
Breeding Dragons From Today - Chapter 345: The Despairing Holy Zither and Saint Miti

Holy Zither's face was calm, as though she didn't have the slightest bit of human emotion. She stared coldly at Adrian, continuing to speak.

"I sentence you to the end of everything!"

After speaking, the aura which continued to rise from Holy Zither's body suddenly increased explosively, reaching the early stage of the god level.

Even though she would be suppressed within this training ground of the laws of slaughter, her power was enough to deal with Adrian, who was at the peak of the demigod level.

When Adrian saw this scene, he didn't panic at all. Instead, he revealed a smug smile.

"Archangel, is this your last resort? Don't tell me you think that you can defeat me just by forcibly raising your secret technique to the early stage of the god level? In order to deal with you, I've made quite a bit of preparation this time."

Adrian laughed evilly and a longsword slowly appeared in his hand.

The longsword was a strange blood-red color, and a faint bloody mist emanated from it. An extremely powerful, bloodthirsty aura emanated from it.

"A highgod artifact?"

Saint Miti called out in surprise, an extremely grave expression on her face.

In this training ground, Adrian already had the advantage, and now that he had a highgod artifact, it would be even harder for them to defend against him.

Adrian looked at the two of them smugly and said with a smile, "I specifically requested for this sword of slaughter from the God of Slaughter. Although with my strength, I am still unable to fully grasp it, it is enough to deal with the two of you."

Holy Zither's gaze was solemn. He did not dare to underestimate his opponent. He looked at Saint Miti and said seriously, "I will stop him. You find an opportunity to break out of the encirclement and complete the final trial as soon as possible!"

This time, Saint Miti did not agree. She shook her head desperately and said, "No! If I leave, what will you do?"

"This is the only way. If you stay, we won't be a match for them!" Holy Zither said solemnly.

Saint Miti shook her head forcefully. "That won't do either. I Can't let you face them alone!"

Holy Zither let out a long sigh and did not speak again.

She knew that Saint Miti had this sort of personality. No one would be able to change the decisions she made.

An endless amount of holy light appeared at the peak of the mountain, gathering in Saint Miti's hands to form an extremely holy sword of light. However, it was being suppressed by the laws of slaughter, making it seem rather unstable, as though it would disintegrate at any moment.

"Holy Light Judgement!"

Saint Miti waved her sword of light, viciously chopping out a streak of white light that shot towards Adrian.

"Haha."

Adrian laughed softly, then said mockingly, "As expected of a god who was forcibly raised by a secret technique. Is that all you have?"

Clenching the blood-red longsword in his hand, the blood mist suddenly began to spread out.

Adrian could sense the power constantly emanating from the longsword and a satisfied look appeared on his face.

The white light had already arrived in front of him. Adrian raised his longsword with one hand, blocking it in front of him. As soon as the white light entered the blood mist, it was continuously weakened.

Finally, it landed on the blood-red longsword, making a soft sound.

Holy Zither had a solemn look on her face, and for the first time, her eyes revealed a look of panic.

Adrian laughed softly, "My turn."

After speaking, a very small crimson ray of light shot out from the thick blood mist, flying towards the two of them at high speed.

"Something's wrong!"

Holy Zither saint secretly said to herself.

How could the attack of a highgod artifact be so weak?

There was a problem!

Just as Holy Zither was about to dodge, Saint Miti charged towards Holy Zither.

A pure white spear covered in blood-red slaughter laws appeared in Saint Miti's hands, stabbing towards the crimson ray of light.

Bang!

A soft sound of glass shattering rang out.

"What's going on?"

Saint Miti muttered to herself in puzzlement. The violent collision that she had expected did not happen.

She felt that what shot out from the thick blood fog was not Adrian's attack but a glass bottle.

In the next moment, a wisp of crimson gas quickly spread out from the glass bottle that had exploded into powder.

It enveloped her and Holy Zither.

The two of them immediately formed a thick barrier around them in an attempt to block the crimson gas.

However, the crimson gas seemed to be unaffected. In an instant, it broke through the barrier and entered the two of them.

"Hahaha!"

At the sight of this, Adrian laughed out loud.

"I paid a huge price to obtain this for you guys from the higher Plane of Life!"

At this moment, Saint Mitty also realized that something was wrong. She cursed angrily, "Despicable fellow! What is this?"

But soon, she realized what this scarlet gas was.

There seemed to be a strange feeling slowly rising in her body. It made her unable to control her excitement.

But she did not know what this feeling, which she had never experienced before, was.

"Quickly use the law to resist this power!"

Saint Miti said anxiously.

The instant she sensed this feeling, she understood. She had experienced this feeling once before.

It was the same feeling she had experienced with Joelson in the Lost Divine Kingdom!

Seeing the two of them control the laws to resist, Adrian let out an evil laugh. "No need to struggle. Even highgods would be affected by this medicine!"

Holy Zither's face turned ugly and her cheeks began to flush red.

Just as Adrian had said, her laws were indeed unable to suppress the strange power of this medicine.

She was almost unable to control the power of the laws. Gradually, her body began to fall uncontrollably towards the ground.

It was the same for Saint Miti. Although the two of them were unable to control their bodies, the tough bodies of demigods didn't suffer any damage.

"Saint Miti!"

Holy Zither suddenly felt a pair of slender, soft hands slowly climb onto her body, and she hurriedly called out.

Saint Miti's movements showed no signs of stopping. She only said in a seductive voice, "Sorry, Holy Zither, I can't control myself any longer."

Staring at the seductive, sensual scene before him, Adrian wasn't in a hurry to act. Instead, he began to slowly watch with great interest.

Holy Zither knew that this was not Saint Miti's fault. She also began to be unable to control herself to cater to Saint Miti.

"Alright, it's time for us to start."

Adrian laughed evilly. His gaze towards the two of them was filled with an unconcealable desire. Step by step, he walked towards the two of them.

A feeling of despair rose in Holy Zither's heart.

Right now, she could not even self-destruct.

Was she really going to be humiliated by Adrian?

Saint Miti was the same, feeling despair in her heart.

At this moment, everyone felt a powerful and tyrannical aura shooting toward the top of the mountain, rapidly approaching.

"Who is it?"

Adrian stopped and shouted, suddenly turning his head back.

He wanted to see who was obstructing his good deed but he saw a figure that shocked him.

Adrian's eyes were filled with fear as he screamed.

"It's you?"