As soon as the words left Joelson's mouth, the atmosphere froze.
Chesterton stared at Joelson; his eyes filled with hatred like a poisonous snake. There was no trace of the dignity and elegance of the authority of God.
The blue flame chains loosened, and Chesterton, who had broken his arm, fell to the ground weakly.
Joelson stepped on the back of the steel dragon. The latter raised its wings, and the violent wind pressure swept across the entire area.
Everyone subconsciously took a few steps back.
Pryce noticed that the terrifying metal monster was heading towards him. Being stared at by the cold dark golden eyes, he felt as if he would be swallowed at any moment.
Joelson stood at a high place and looked at Pryce indifferently.
If he used his brain a little, he would be able to guess that it must be because of Pryce.
He raised his hand casually.
Bang!
Pryce seemed to have suffered a heavy blow. He was sent flying like a kite with a broken string by an invisible force.
He crawled up in a sorry state. Half of his face was swollen, and there was a clear palm print on it.
"Next time, I want your head."
After saying that, without even looking at Pryce, Joelson rode the steel dragon and flew into the distance.
Everyone stared at his back in a daze. Suddenly, a voice cried out.
"Master!"
Frederick frantically chased after Joelson's back.
The sunlight that was suspended at the top of the pillar of stars was still dazzling. The entire place was silent.
Looking at Pryce, who was kneeling on the ground, the three remaining light saints, and Chesterton who was struggling to get up, the holy light unicorn whined in a low voice before it died.
They had not yet recovered from the great shock.
A series of events made everyone's minds dull as if everything in front of them was happening in a dream.
In a short time.
They witnessed the second sun hanging high in the sky.
Someone walked out of the sun.
Beating the light saints.
Tearing the power of God.
Slapping the silver hand.
Without any scruples, extremely overbearing.
After the silence, there was a heated discussion like a volcano eruption.
Some people said that Joelson stepped on the violet blade and the bones of the golden lion to create an era that belonged to him.
Some people guessed that the Church of Light would definitely be furious and might declare war on Joelson.
Some people lamented that the human race would have another god-level powerhouse.
No matter what people discussed, they could not avoid the name of a person.
Joelson Edward.
The first sun-tier genius in five thousand years.
The magic array was abnormally busy. Countless people were not in a hurry to leave the Land of Heritage and spread the news of what had happened here.
Elin stared in the direction where Joelson had disappeared and bit her lip tightly. Her face was filled with grievance and anger.
Although they had not known each other for long, that guy had left without even saying goodbye to her. It was really infuriating.
Elin was conflicted about whether she should catch up with Joelson or go somewhere else.
After she suddenly found out how to sneak out, she did not seem to know where to go at all.
It was better to sneak out first.
Elin blended into the crowd, grabbed a bunch of magic crystal coins and stuffed them into the mages' hands, trying to run into the teleportation array.
Two figures suddenly floated in front of her.
Elin saw their faces clearly, and her expression changed. She subconsciously wanted to turn around and run away.
But her body froze on the spot, unable to move.
"Let go of me, bastard!" Elin shouted angrily.
The gray-haired mage among the two bowed respectfully to Elin.
"Your highness, his majesty asked us to invite you back."
"I'm not a princess, you bunch of idiots. The violet flower is in the capital, you've got the wrong person! Woo woo!"
The magic staff was tapped lightly, and Elin could not even make a sound. She only stared with her big eyes.
The two of them quickly brought her to the magic teleportation array and disappeared with a ray of light.
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At this moment, Joelson was in a wasteland.
Five thousand years had almost covered up all traces of the battle. Only the dry and cracked land seemed to be telling the tragic story of the battle.
The soil that was soaked in the blood of the Otherworld monsters could not grow anything.
Joelson stopped at a pit, and the steel dragon let out a low roar.
This was the place where he "died" in battle, in the trial.
Looking up, the sky in the distance was dark and gloomy. That was the direction of the central battlefield.
"Master! Master!"
A flattering voice sounded from behind.
Joelson did not have any expression, and he turned his head around coldly.
Frederick knelt on the ground humbly, looking at him in a flattering manner.
Joelson snorted coldly.
The steel dragon suddenly stretched out its claws, and Frederick was crushed into a bloody mist before he could even let out a scream.
The green flexible flame slowly floated in front of Joelson, forming Frederick's terrified face.
"Master, I was wrong!"
Joelson looked at him indifferently.
"There won't be a next time."
Frederick nodded desperately. When he faced Joelson again, he often had a feeling of fear.
He did not feel this way when he faced a few giant dragons several times.
Fredrick did not know.
During the years of trials and countless battles, Joelson's heart was many times colder than before, and his methods were much more ruthless.
Fredrick's little tricks were clearly seen by Joelson.
However, Joelson did not really care.
In fact, he already had some thoughts of becoming enemies with the Holy See.
If he wanted to exchange for a radiant dragon egg, he could only do so from the radiant church.
Joelson rode the steel dragon and approached the central battlefield.
During the trial, the divine domain and even the power of the gods interweaved. He did not have the right to approach.
Joelson felt that he had obtained the greatest benefits during the trial in the Land of Heritage.
In fact, it was not because of his magic inheritance or his strength or battle experience.
Instead, it was because he had the chance to see some secrets of the battle five thousand years ago.
The closer he got to the center, the stranger the color of the sky became.
The dark clouds completely blocked out the sunlight, and the blood-red lightning flashed in the clouds.
The steel dragon's body kept rising.
Joelson saw an extremely shocking scene.
A huge crack, a sinkhole.
In the Dark Abyss, a cold wind blew from the bottom, and there was an inexplicable coldness and blood on his face.
Blood-red lightning flashed in the darkness like a snake.
It was as if there was an extremely terrifying monster hiding under the ground, and it opened its eyes inadvertently.
It rose higher and higher.
Joelson's pupils constricted.
Looking down from this position, one could see.
The outline of the crack was too strange.
It was very much like the end of a long sword, the end of a scepter, or the edge of an axe cutting deeply into the ground and then pulling it out ruthlessly.
If that was really the case...
Then how big would this weapon be.
Unbelievable.
The power of a God?
What Joelson didn't know was that the gods were still too far away from him.
The saint-level was just the beginning.
Suddenly, Joelson narrowed his eyes.
He saw that there seemed to be a few black figures running at the edge of the crater, but they were too far away.
The figures were so small that they were like ants. It was impossible to see them clearly.