Breeding Dragons From Today
chapter-205

Joelson considered whether or not he should go over and investigate, but his expression suddenly changed.

Blue flames rose, condensing into a few thick and long chains that swept backwards along with the steel dragon's tail.

Joelson felt as if his power had sunk into a quagmire. Although this quagmire was constantly being extinguished, it still made Joelson feel very uncomfortable.

The steel dragon seemed to have hit something.

A muffled groan sounded in the air.

A black fog streaked across in front of Joelson. It dissipated in the air a few hundred meters away, revealing the figure within.

The dark griffin had three heads. One of the heads drooped listlessly. It seemed that the steel dragon had hit this head.

Four pairs of small blood-red eyes were full of resentment. They stared at the steel dragon and Joelson, but the greater fear made it cower.

Joelson's gaze fell on the figure on the back of the dark griffin.

It was a handsome young man in a luxurious black and gold robe. He had long black hair, but his eyes were scarlet, looking extremely strange and evil.

There was a gentle smile on his face, but it made people feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

It was as if he was targeted by a poisonous snake hidden in the darkness.

When Joelson saw him, he had a feeling that he had seen him before.

He suddenly realized that he had seen such a temperament on a person before.

Ulysses.

The Dark Church.

Saint-level, a young powerhouse who was not inferior to Chesterton.

The handsome young man bowed to Joelson and said, "You can call me the Dark Saint or Webster."

"Nice to meet you, Sir Joelson Edward."

The Dark Saint.

Joelson's eyes focused.

If he remembered correctly, Webster had the meaning of the dragon in the ancient continent language.

"Sir Joelson seems to be very interested in the Eye of the Abyss?"

Webster looked down and said to Joelson in the tone of a good friend for many years.

"The Eye of the Abyss?"

Joelson frowned slightly.

"You don't know?"

A slightly surprised expression appeared on Webster's face, he patiently and gently explained, "It's this big pit under our feet. It's said that it was caused by the battle between the gods that guarded the central continent and the gods of the other planes. The monsters that sealed the people below didn't die."

"Isn't the dimensional rift guarded by the sanctum? Haven't the monsters from other planes all retreated?"

"No, no, no."

Webster shook his head and said, "60% of the monsters have indeed been driven back to their hometown, but there are still some monsters that are clearly unwilling to accept this, and..."

Webster helplessly spread his hands and said, "The Planar War that has lasted for hundreds of years, you can't really think that the monsters are just standing at this entrance and not going any further, right?"

"Knight, what is more troublesome than the war is the cleaning work after the war."

"Our plane is a sweet and delicious cake. The monsters are like flies. A few hundred years is enough for them to stare at the whole cake."

"The heroes spent a whole hundred years to sort out these disgusting things. Some of them even have their own descendants on the continent. How to deal with these poor mixed-blood hybrids between the two planes is really a headache."

"Later, someone suggested throwing them all into the Eye of the Abyss."

Webster chuckled and said, "Now all the problems have been solved. Those bastards have either rotted or stubbornly survived like maggots in the eEye of the Abyss. None of it has anything to do with us. "Five thousand years is enough for us to forget the pain caused by that war, leaving only the glory and pride of victory."

Webster slowly conversed with Joelson. His expression alternated between sadness and joy, as if he was a crazy person.

Joelson could not help but interrupt him and said calmly, "The story is good, but I should go."

Webster's face showed shock. "You actually think this is just a story?"

Joelson could not be bothered with him anymore. He rode the steel dragon and was about to fly down.

Webster hurriedly said, "Alright, alright. Forgive me for leaving a bad impression on you."

A sincere smile appeared on Webster's face. He actually had the feeling of a shy youth.

"Actually, I just came specially to convey the intentions of our Dark Church to you. I want to make friends with you. As far as I know, you don't like the Church of Light, right?"

Webster chuckled. "We don't like them either."

Joelson looked at him coldly and said, "Yes, I don't like the Church of Light, but I hate the Dark Church even more."

With that, the steel dragon flapped its wings and turned into a dark golden light that disappeared into the clouds.

Webster's smile froze and gradually disappeared.

Then, the corners of his mouth curled up again, and the corners of his mouth became wider and wider. The side of his handsome face was completely distorted.

A scarlet light blossomed in his eyes, and an extremely evil aura was emitted from his body. Even the dark griffin could not help but tremble.

"A sun-tier genius that has been unmatched for five thousand years? Hehe, how interesting."

..

Joelson did not stay in the Land of Heritage for long.

He left the Land of Heritage through a magic array the next day.

His destination was still the Inmotati Capital.

A short space teleportation.

When Joelson opened his eyes, he was surprised to find that the room in front of him was full of people.

There were mages from the Mage Union and many people wearing royal badges on their chests.

Everyone looked at him respectfully.

Seeing him come out, someone stepped forward and bowed to him, saying respectfully, "Welcome back."

"The glory of the Violets, Sir Joelson Edward!"

The glory of the violets?!

A hint of astonishment appeared in Joelson's eyes.

Was this a way of addressing me?

The palace butler in front of him, who was dressed in luxurious clothes and had curly chestnut hair, guessed Joelson's doubts, he explained respectfully, "His Majesty Nicholas announced yesterday that he will bestow the title of 'The Glory of the Violets' on Sir Joelson. The bestowing ceremony will be held in the Empire Square three days later."

"His Majesty told us to wait here yesterday. Sir Joelson returned earlier than we expected."

Joelson was silent.

Whether it was the ruler of the kingdom or the empire, they were indeed best at this kind of method.

Using the so-called honor or nobility title to rope in the genius powerhouses.

"Lead the way."

Joelson nodded slightly to the palace butler.

No matter what, he still had to meet Nicholas.

The palace butler led the way, and dozens of attendants followed beside Joelson, escorting him out of the Mage Union.

Along the way, almost all the mages in the Mage Union had run out.

The magic research that had previously intoxicated them was now abandoned without hesitation.

It was all because of one person.

Joelson.

What had happened in the Land of Heritage had long been spread by busybodies at the fastest speed.

The Inmotati King was the first to be shocked.

In the past five thousand years, there had never been a sun-level genius.

And he came from the human race!

Surprise, shock, admiration, approval, countless gazes surrounded Joelson.