Breeding Dragons From Today
Breeding Dragons From Today - Chapter 402: The Murderer Was the Dragon Rider?

Seeing the look on Wilfrid's face, Bartholomew, who had been proud just now, became serious.

He knew that Wilfrid had always been very calm but, this time, he frowned. Something must have happened.

"What's wrong? Another group of people died?"

Bartholomew frowned and asked.

Wilfrid didn't say anything. He just nodded.

Bartholomew frowned and said, "This is the seventh group of people who died after entering the lost divine kingdom. Is it because they met some powerful arcane creature?"

Hearing him, Wilfrid shook his head. He looked helpless and didn't know what to say.

This guy's brain was filled with muscles.

"It can't be because of a powerful arcane creature," Wilfrid denied his idea.

Then, he continued, "If it's an arcane creature, even if it's a very powerful arcane creature, it doesn't have much intelligence. It's impossible to kill more than ten people. At least, some of them can escape."

Bartholomew nodded, his eyes dull.

Compared to Wilfrid, he had no brain. Thus, he believed Wilfrid's words.

Bartholomew's eyes were filled with doubt as he asked, "If it's not because of the power arcane creature, then what's going on? Did we encounter the people from the four great empires?"

As he was speaking, Bartholomew frowned and his face became furious. "Those damn bastards from the four great empires dare to attack us from the Slaughter Divine Kingdom! We must kill them!"

"Sigh." Wilfrid sighed and continued, "When will you have some brains?"

Wilfrid said, "The people from the four great empires don't have such guts. As long as one of them manages to escape, they won't be able to bear the consequences. That's why they don't dare to do this. The murderer should be alone. Even if someone escaped from him, he only needs to hide."

Hearing this, Bartholomew also showed a look of understanding and said, "Could it be the same person this time?"

Wilfrid nodded slightly, and then his eyes suddenly widened as if he thought of something. Then, he raised his head and looked at the blood-red light curtain floating in the sky.

Wilfrid's eyes carefully looked at the blood-red light curtain. When he saw the top of the light curtain, his eyes stopped.

"I got it." Wilfrid's lips curled up slightly, revealing a proud smile.

Seeing this scene, Barcelona's eyes revealed a puzzled look again. He scratched his head and asked, "What do you get? Do you know who the murderer is?"

"That's right." Wilfrid nodded and continued, "Seven groups of people killed us. The total number of people added up has already exceeded a hundred, and the score of each of us from the Slaughter Divine Kingdom is not low."

"What do you mean? What does this have to do with who the murderer is?" Bartholomew asked, puzzled.

"This mysterious murderer has killed more than a hundred of our people, so his ranking on the blood-red light screen must not be low! It might even be hidden among the top ten!"

Wilfrid looked at the top of the blood-red light screen and said, his eyes twinkling, revealing a hint of savagery.

"Just now, when more than a dozen people on the communication crystal lost contact, the score behind a name on the blood-red light screen soared."

As Wilfrid spoke, he extended a finger and pointed at a name at the top of the light screen.

Bartholomew looked in the direction Wilfrid pointed.

Third Place: Joelson. Score: 8,729.

"You mean..." Bartholomew said in a low voice, "The murderer is him?"

"That's right. Just now, his ranking surpassed Clemente's. The murderer can only be him!" Wilfrid said with certainty.

Bartholomew looked at the name again and suddenly thought of something. "Do you have a feeling that this name seems to have been seen somewhere before?"

Hearing this, Wilfrid started to think.

Hearing Bartholomew's words, Wilfrid also felt a sense of familiarity, as if he had seen it before.

Just as Wilfrid was recalling, Bartholomew spoke before he could speak.

"I remember!" Bartholomew's eyes widened in disbelief.

Bartholomew shouted, "Do you remember the guy who killed Adrian in the trial plane? His name is also Joelson!"

Wilfrid recalled for a moment, then nodded slightly. He had some recollection. He seemed to have seen it on the wanted notice, but he had only glanced at it casually at that time and did not pay much attention to it.

"At that time, I heard about the matter in the trial plane and said that I would kill him one day! So I still remember his name."

Bartholomew said. He could still remember this name because he was very angry when he heard the news of the trial plane, and he shouted that he would kill him.

"Do you think that these two people are the same person?" Bartholomew looked at Wilfrid and asked in shock as if he was surprised by his own guess.

Hearing this news, Wilfrid sighed and said, "Why did you say such an important thing now?"

"So you also think that these two people are very likely to be the same person?" Bartholomew didn't care about Wilfrid's blame and continued to ask.

"It is indeed possible." Wilfrid nodded slightly and said.

Upon receiving Wilfrid's affirmation, Bartholomew's eyes widened, a look of rage in them.

"We'll immediately rush over and kill him!" Bartholomew shouted.

As he saw it, Wilfrid was much smarter than him. Since Wilfrid had said so, then this must be the case.

Wilfrid shook his head. His eyes, which were staring at the blood-red screen of light in the sky, began to flicker.

"There's no need to go. He must have run away long ago. In addition, we don't have time to waste on this sort of thing right now. We need to hurry to the center of the lost divine kingdom, complete the final trial of the sovereign, obtain the sovereign's legacy, and maintain the ranking on the screen. That's the most important thing right now."

As Wilfrid spoke, a hint of cruelty flashed through his eyes. "A few hundred people dying isn't important at all. We still have twenty thousand people. These people dying in his hands proves that they don't have the right to live."

Bartholomew was silent. He didn't say anything but nodded in agreement.

"Let's go. We'll continue to hunt the next batch of people."

After Wilfrid finished speaking, he turned into a stream of light and flew towards the direction of the blood-red light.

Bartholomew followed after him.

The Slaughter Divine Kingdom's people also followed the two great geniuses and left.

Soon, all the figures disappeared from this plain as if no one had ever come here before.

Only the streams of blood and the broken bodies on the ground proved that there had been a terrible massacre.