Breeding Dragons From Today
Breeding Dragons From Today - Chapter 356: The Meeting of the Watchers

The dragon soul seemed to have sensed the change in Fenrir and strong fighting will rose from the phantom.

Fenrir and the dragon soul charged at each other at the same time.

Bang!

A loud collision sound was heard.

The two dragons collided in an instant, wrestling with each other. Sharp claws, sharp fangs, all of their attacking methods were used.

The slaughter dragons did not defend, they only attacked.

The two dragons were the same.

After digesting the law energy accumulated in their bodies, Fenrir and the dragon soul phantom's strength was almost equal.

After a long period of fighting, Fenrir and the dragon soul phantom were both heavily injured.

Fresh blood splattered and the phantom dispersed.

The two dragons each struck out their strongest attacks, their sharp claws piercing towards the opponent's neck.

Pfft!

Following the sound of sharp claws piercing through, the outcome of this battle was decided.

In the end, Fenrir obtained the victory of the battle with a slight advantage.

Just a little more, the sharp claws of the dragon soul phantom were about to pierce into its neck.

"Roar!"

Fenrir raised its huge head and let out a carefree roar, as if it was expressing its respect for the ancient dragon soul of the giant dragon of slaughter.

Seeing this, Joelson let out a sigh of relief. He immediately flew into the field, taking out a large amount of ranch crops and feeding them to Fenrir.

Not long after, under the effects of the ranch crops, the wounds on Fenrir's body were healed.

Fenrir stretched out his large tongue, which was filled with sharp barbs, and licked Joelson's face. His eyes revealed a look of anticipation.

Joelson felt the friction. He stroked Fenrir's large head as a form of praise for Fenrir.

"Roar!"

Fenrir let out a low, proud roar.

Joelson looked at Fenrir. During the battle, Fenrir had absorbed the accumulated power of the laws of slaughter within his body, but he still hadn't become a demigod.

He didn't find it strange. After Du Lu, the steel dragon, and Lightning had obtained victory in the fifteenth duel, they hadn't immediately become demigods.

Instead, they had experienced a fierce battle with a demigod in the runic lands. They had fused with the dragon soul at the border of life and death before finally transforming and advancing.

Perhaps it was because Fenrir had to experience the trials of life and death before being able to receive the blessings of the Ancient Dragon God.

Joelson raised his eyebrows, as though he had thought of something.

Perhaps the next battle would be handed over to Fenrir.

To help it transform!

"Fenrir, in a few days at most, you will have a battle. Be prepared!"

Joelson looked at Fenrir and said seriously.

"Roar!"

Fenrir didn't feel any fear at all. Instead, he let out an excited, high-pitched roar.

The giant slaughter dragon had been born precisely for the sake of slaughter and battle.

Joelson's face was calm. He said to himself, "It's about time to begin."

...

The Land of Slaughter. Within a certain palace.

A mid-stage demigod was kneeling on one knee towards the man on the throne. He said in an extremely respectful manner,

"Lord Pickel, recently, Terance and the others have spread new news. They say that the victor will not be welcomed with freedom but will instead be killed by the Watchers."

Without receiving a response from the man, the demigod raised his head slightly, glancing at the man.

The instant he raised his head, the man's gaze turned over as well, carrying with it an extremely imposing aura.

The demigod's heart tightened and he immediately lowered his head, feeling some lingering fear.

This was one of the most powerful experts in the ownerless city. Some time ago, he had recruited him, and if he accidentally angered him...

Even if the most powerful expert didn't kill him, he would just kick him out of the organization.

Then his enemies would be the first to rush forward and dismember him.

During this period of time, relying on his title as the most powerful expert, he had been extremely confident in offending quite a few people in the Land of Slaughter.

Thinking of this, the demigod lowered his head even more, respectfully, he asked, "Lord Pickel, Terance and the others have released news that Joelson has returned to help everyone escape the Land of Slaughter. If he really has a way to leave, should we join them?"

"Why should we leave?"

When the demigod heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then continued:

"If the message they sent out is true, then regardless of whether we become the final ten thousand losers or the first hundred victors, we will all die. In that case, wouldn't we be forever imprisoned in the Land of Slaughter until we are killed?"

"Hmph!"

The demigod heard a cold snort. He unconsciously raised his head to glance at him, and then his entire body began to tremble.

A cold look appeared on Pickel's face as he stared viciously at him.

"Without the Land of Slaughter, how could you vermin have risen so quickly? Not only are you not grateful, you even want to flee."

As he spoke, Pickel's face suddenly began to 'melt,' then transformed into another person's face.

A handsome, cold face.

If Joelson was here, he would be able to recognize it.

This supreme expert was no other.

It was Barnard!

Seeing this strange scene before him, the demigod became terrified. He hurriedly said, "Right! Milord is right! We should stay in the Land of Slaughter!"

Barnard stared at the demigod, the laws of slaughter emanating from his palm.

He said coldly, "Haha, it's too late now."

"Ah!"

A miserable scream rang out before the palace fell silent.

"You trash are lucky to be able to become Lord Barnard's nourishment. You actually want to escape!"

"Hmph!"

Barnard let out a cold snort, then said:

"Damned fellow, you dare to come back? This time, you won't have a chance to escape!"

Barnard looked in the direction of the black-golden sun.

In the next second, his figure disappeared from where he was.

Not long after, Barnard appeared in the black-golden sun.

The Watcher who had besieged Joelson with Barnard also appeared.

Seeing Barnard's appearance, he asked with a puzzled expression, "Barnard? Why didn't you stay in the Land of Slaughter to monitor those lowly insects and come here?"

"Could it be that you want to betray Sir again and escape?"

Barnard did not get angry when he heard such ridicule. On the contrary, his expression was serious.

He said, "Do you still remember the deity that escaped before?"

The monitor was stunned for a moment. "Joelson?"

Barnard nodded and said, "Yes, it's him."

"Why are you mentioning this damn fellow? If Sir returns after letting a person escape, we will definitely be punished. Could it be that you have thought of a solution?"

The Watcher revealed a pleasantly surprised gaze.

They had no idea where Joelson had escaped to, nor did they know where he had escaped to.

Augustellan had always been cold and cruel. When he returned, he would know that a person had escaped from the killing grounds that the two of them were responsible for monitoring.

Then they would definitely not have a good ending!

Barnard nodded and shook his head.

The monitor asked anxiously, "What do you mean?"

Barnard looked at the monitor with a serious gaze.

"He's back!"