Breeding Dragons From Today

The man who had killed three archdukes in a row and controlled several terrifying beasts was as powerful as a god. He didn't kill wantonly in the land of runes.

Instead, he threw out a large number of rune stones and recruited civilian experts to form his own army.

The law of the strong eating everything was applicable everywhere.

Countless people chose to join Joelson's army.

Under the leadership of the giant dragon, they fought in all directions to reclaim the territories that fell into chaos after the fall of the archduke.

In half a year, the entire runic land had submitted to Joelson's feet.

Just as Joelson had said, he had become the god in the hearts of all the natives of the runic land!

The true and only god!

Joelson's strength was far beyond their comprehension and imagination. They could only call him a god.

In the center of the land of runes.

A magnificent palace that had never been built before was quickly built.

This would be Joelson's temporary palace, the Holy Land of the land of runes, and the center of worship for countless people.

Every day, countless stone runes, golden runes, and even crystal runes were sent to Joelson, piling up into a huge mountain.

Under his orders, countless people would enter the runic wilderness to hunt for even more powerful runestones.

The runic land was like a huge, precise, and efficient machine that operated at high speed, serving only Joelson.

At this moment, Joelson handed over all of his matters to Connie and the dragons to take care of.

He entered a long period of seclusion, absorbing the power of law within the rune stones, and using all of his strength to break through to god-domain rank.

Joelson did not forget that there was still a true god-level opponent in the Fallen Divine Kingdom.

The King of Bones, Angus Dubin.

It was like a Damocles's sword that hung high above Joelson's head.

It could fall at any time and shatter the entire middle continent.

Although Joelson did not have the awareness of being a savior, he knew that once Angus Dubin completely took over the Fallen Divine Kingdom and recovered a certain amount of strength, he would definitely come looking for him.

After all, his consciousness also contained a part of Priestley's will. He had always been very concerned about the God of Alchemy divine personality that Joelson had obtained.

Before that, Joelson had to have a certain degree of self-preservation ability.

Joelson sat cross-legged in a large, empty palace, surrounded by runestones of various elements.

His spiritual power controlled hundreds of runestones to hang in the air and shatter at the same time.

The power of law was like a ribbon that was completely absorbed by Joelson.

Joelson's domain quickly matured and perfected.

When a portion of the runestones in the hall was used up, Kokonoro—who was standing guard at the entrance of the hall—would fill in even more rune stones so that the process of devouring would not be obstructed at all.

Joelson forgot the passage of time. In his eyes, there were only various laws of different colors and his own Dragon God Ranch Domain.

He felt like a painter. The power of the principles was like oil paint, adding one stroke after another to the painting of the skeleton of the field.

The oil painting became more and more full.

Joelson was immersed in it. There was indescribable joy and joy in the new Chinese style.

But when he looked back and admired his work again, he felt a hint of imperfection.

Something seemed to be missing.

The power of the domain was many times more majestic than before. He was also built completely according to the framework of the ranch space but it always gave him a feeling that it would collapse easily.

It was as if it would collapse at the next moment.

Joelson suddenly understood.

His domain lacked a fulcrum.

This fulcrum was himself.

Figuring out the key did not mean that it could be solved.

No matter what, he could not take this step.

There seemed to be some sort of barrier between him and the domain, and he could not completely integrate into it.

He did not know how much time had passed.

In the great hall, the mountain of rune stones emitted a strange light, making the entire great hall look extremely dreamy.

In the center, a small mountain made of dust and gravel trembled slightly and suddenly collapsed.

A terrifying power shook off everything in the surroundings, revealing the figure of Joelson.

Joelson slowly opened his eyes. There seemed to be stars revolving in his deep eyes.

He stood up, shook his robe, and completely woke up.

He was still the god that suppressed the entire runic land, the Platinum Throne that intimidated the central continent.

Joelson took a step forward, and space rippled slightly.

In the next moment, his figure appeared outside the great hall.

The black dragon body of Kokonoro was sleeping outside the hall, and he suddenly woke up after being disturbed.

"Who is it?"

When he saw Joelson's appearance clearly, he relaxed slightly, but his gaze became more and more complicated.

"It's you."

Kokonoro could feel that Joelson's strength had made terrifying progress again.

His actions carried a power that made Kokonoro apprehensive.

Could this guy really be a monster? Unlimited potential?

Kokonoro was still at the peak of saint-level. He hadn't even managed to grasp the embryonic form of his domain.

In comparison, it was really too unbearable.

Joelson nodded slightly at Kokonoro, and a few holy dragon fruits and dragon lotuses appeared in his hands.

"You deserve this."

Kokonoro looked at Joelson's hands and his eyes instantly widened.

The huge black dragon's body also trembled slightly due to excitement.

Wasn't this what it had always wanted.

"Thank you!"

Kokonoro lowered his arrogant head in front of Joelsson and, in his heart, he submitted.

Joelson retracted his gaze and looked into the distance.

A few dragon roars could be heard, and the silhouettes of dragons could be seen everywhere.

It was Du Lu and a few other dragons who had noticed that Joelson had come out of seclusion. They were all overjoyed.

Joelson's eyes lit up slightly. When he sensed the unexpectedly powerful auras, the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled up into a smile.

It seemed that he was not the only one who had improved during this period of time.

Every single one of the dragons emitted an aura that was at least at the peak of saint-tier. None of them were inferior to the Black Dragon King, Kokonoro.

This was especially true for Du Lu. His body was several hundred meters tall, and he was comparable to the Silver Dragon King of the divine realm.

When he flew towards Joelson, he was like a continuous stretch of red mountains that slowly pushed across the sky.

The Steel Dragon, Du Lu, and Lightning. The three dragons' auras were powerful and were infinitely close to the divine domain realm.

Perhaps he would advance in the next second, or perhaps he would need more time to accumulate.

Standing at the top of the pyramid and receiving the resources of the entire runic land, the benefits that Joelson and the dragons received were enormous.

"Roar!"

There were a few more dragon roars.

Joelson looked over. It was actually the Blue Frost, Green Wind, and Platinum dragons.

These three little fellows had also successfully broken through to the saint-level and had made great progress in the runic land.

More than a dozen giant dragons surrounded Joelson, dancing and circling around him, guarding him.

The pilgrims in the land of runes below all knelt down to Joelson with fanaticism and piety on their faces, shouting the name of "god."