Breeding Dragons From Today

Ernesto's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

He was also a level-8 mage, but in the time it took for him to cast a level-8 spell, Joelson had already cast four or five level-8 spells at the Dark Church.

Did this guy not even need to chant a spell?!

Joelson was like a chasm, cutting off the path between the Dark Church and the two empires.

After a series of explosions, not only did the Dark Church not manage to catch up to Quixote and the others, many of them even died.

"You want to be the savior?!"

Ernesto's expression was ferocious. He stared at Joelson and said fiercely, "Then you can stay!"

Ernesto had temporarily given up on the idea of killing the trial-takers of the two empires. He only wanted to kill Joelson now.

The head of a Tier 8 mage, 400 points.

Plus, a giant dragon.

This was a priceless treasure!

Ernesto Xiu revealed a proud expression.

The battle between the two terrifying giant beasts was gradually becoming clear. It was obvious that du Lu could not hold on any longer.

Joelson's expression was calm. He looked at the sky, sneered at Ernesto Xiu, and suddenly disappeared on the spot.

Ernesto was shocked. His spiritual power, which belonged to a tier 8 mage, instantly spread out.

He searched Joelson's location several times but found nothing.

"Damn it! Where is he hiding?!" Ernesto cursed in a low voice.

At this time, Du Lu, who was entangled in the fight, swung his tail and broke free from Fenrir's entanglement. He spread his wings and flew into the sky.

"Found it!"

Ernesto saw the figure of Joelson on the dragon's back.

Du Lu flew forward without looking back.

"You want to run?!"

Ernesto revealed a ferocious smile. He rode on Fenrir and ran fast to keep up.

Du Lu flew at full speed towards the depths of the Magical Beast Forest.

Ernesto controlled Fenrir to keep up.

Du Lu's speed was very fast, instantly pulling away from Fenrir.

But as a legendary magical beast, Fenrir had fully displayed the power of a saint-tier, gradually catching up.

The distance between the two kept shrinking.

"Let's see how far you can go!"

Ernesto stared at the figure of Joelson on the dragon's back.

The further they chased, the deeper they gradually entered the Magical Beast Forest, approaching the territory of a saint-tier magical beast.

Ernesto frowned and said, "Are you planning to provoke the hatred of the saint-level magical beasts towards Fenrir, and then escape in the chaos? You're so naive!"

But Ernesto seemed to be wrong.

Joelson did not have any intention of provoking the saint-level magical beasts and continued to move forward stubbornly.

The distance continued to shorten, but Joelson did not care at all. He did not even turn around.

Du Lu's speed seemed to have slowed down.

A trace of surprise rose in the heart of Ernesto.

Did he have no strength left?

Did he give up?!

A light flashed in the eyes of Ernesto, killing intent filled the air.

Du Lu hovered in the air and slowly turned around.

Ernesto saw Joelson looking at him with a cold face, and his right hand was deep in his heart.

Huh?!

"Forbidden Spell."

Ernesto Xiu was stunned and almost laughed out loud.

This move again?!

Before Ernesto Xiu could open his mouth to mock him, he suddenly noticed a shadow on Fenrir's back.

It was getting bigger and bigger.

He raised his head abruptly!

His eyes widened.

A huge lead-gray figure was reflected in his pupils, and it was falling straight towards him with a powerful aura.

Bang!

Fenrir was smashed to the ground.

Ernesto Xiu got up from the dust. His body was in a sorry state. All the bones in his body were about to break.

His face was full of shock and astonishment. He looked at the sky in a daze.

A giant dragon that was not inferior to Du Lu was entrenched in the sky. Its body was emitting a metallic luster. Its dark golden pupils were as cold as steel.

It was another level 9 dragon!

Moreover, it was an extremely rare metal-type dragon!

The steel dragon that had advanced to level 9 a few days ago finally appeared. This was the first time it had left the Dragon God Ranch.

Compared to Du Lu's explosive and manic state, the steel dragon's heavy body gave off an indescribable pressure.

Joelson looked down at Ernesto Xiu from high up in the sky. His indifferent gaze swept past Fenrir as he said indifferently, "Two level 9 dragons should be able to deal with you."

Joelson flew up lightly.

Du Lu and the steel dragon swooped up almost at the same time.

Fenrir did not have time to fly up before he was pressed down by the two huge bodies.

The chaotic battle started.

Fenrir's roar continued to reverberate in the air above the Magical Beast Forest. More than ten beings were silently watching over in the distance. It was the saint-level magical beasts of the Magical Beast Forest that were spying in the dark.

The silent steel dragon maintained its usual cold and hard combat style. After taking Fenrir's attack head-on, it took the opportunity to dig out Fenrir's beating stone heart.

The red light in Fenrir's eyes instantly dimmed.

Du Lu bit Fenrir's neck and used force together with the steel dragon, tearing it into two halves.

If it was the legendary magical beast Fenrir at its peak, the outcome might have been different. But now, it was just a pile of bones.

The boy could only watch as Fenrir was broken into hundreds of gray bones by the two dragons.

The boy was stunned, and his face quickly turned pale.

When Du Lu and the steel dragon turned their eyes to him.

The two draconic auras crashed on him at the same time, and the boy finally could not help but tremble.

'Let me go. As long as you let me go, I can accept any request.' Ernesto knelt in front of Joelson and pleaded.

"Anything?" Said Joelson, raising his brow slightly

"Yes! As long as you let me go, Honorable Dragon Rider!"

"Well, then I want your head!" He said with a smile

The ice-cold smile fell in the eyes of the show, as if from the devil's call.

...

The trial-takers of the two empires stood in an empty space and waited anxiously. Each of their faces were full of worry.

Stephanie paced back and forth and finally could not hold it in any longer.

She pulled out the knight's longsword that she wore at her waist and said firmly, "Brother, we have to go back and help Joelson!"

Don Quixote stood up and looked at her with a frown.

"How can you help? How can your sword defeat a saint-level monster?!"

Stephanie's small face was red, and her towering chest rose and fell. She said anxiously, "Then I will die with him!"

Stephanie, who had always been decisive and strong, revealed the willfulness and stubbornness of a little girl at this moment.

Don Quixote frowned and said in a low voice, "You underestimate Joelson. Since he can let us go first and stay behind to cover the rear, he should have the confidence to escape safely."

"But it's just as you said." Stephanie's eyes reddened. "That's a saint-level monster!"

Don Quixote fell silent.

That's right, that's a saint-level monster.

In front of a saint-level, who could confidently say that they could escape.

Even a type 9 powerhouse could not.