Chapter 125: Saint-Level Battle, the Arrival of Joelson
Fenrir bared his teeth at Louis in disgust. Black and red light gathered in his mouth and shot out fiercely.
Boom!
Intense holy light and dark aura collided and exploded.
The clash of saint-level powers caused large areas of trees to fall and be churned into powder.
The smoke and dust dispersed.
There were no wounds on Louis’ body. He took a deep look at Fenrir, raised his head and shot out a piece of holy light, disappearing along with the priests on the ground.
Louis’ saint-level was different from Fenrir’s. He had to pay a heavy price in exchange for an explosive increase in strength. He could not continue fighting with Fenrir, so he could only escape quickly.
Fenrir stared at Louis’ back as he left, and slowly turned his head.
A strange dark red light fell on the bodies of the trial-takers of the two empires.
Everyone’s hearts trembled violently.
Saint-level.
It made it even harder for them to resist.
Fenrir slowly walked over from the void.
Don Quixote and the others retreated step by step. Their faces were very pale, and their eyes faintly showed despair.
No one saw that the magic communication crystal they had left on the ground was flashing crazily.
“Let Lord Fenrir.”
Ernesto Xiu stood at the foot of the undead giant wolf and revealed a cold smile. He said to everyone, “I’ll happily send you all to Hell.”
Everyone suddenly widened their eyes. A dark red figure that was constantly magnified was reflected in their eyes.
Suddenly, surging flas and frost poured down from the sky.
It was like a waterfall that cut across the road between Fenrir and everyone.
A violent explosion sounded.
Fenrir retreated and shook his head in a slightly pathetic manner. He stared in front of him angrily.
A tall and slender figure stood in front of the trial-takers of the two empires. He stared coldly at Fenrir.
Everyone’s eyes were filled with surprise, excitent, and doubt.
A figure quickly ran over and panted heavily.
“Angar!” Stephanie cried out in a low voice and said in surprise, “You didn’t die?!”
Angar nodded and looked at the figure in front of him with admiration. He said respectfully, “It was that Lord who saved !”
“That Lord?”
Everyone was stunned.
Who was it?!
Stuart and Gemini from the Tulip Academy of Magic stared at the figure in front of them, unable to recognize him.
“It’s Joelson!”
“Joelson?!”
“That’s right!”
Angar nodded and said, “Lord Joelson!”
Pointing to the distance, he said, “He ca back from the depths of the Magical Beast Forest.”
Joelson looked at Fenrir indifferently.
The corpse of a legendary magical beast, after summoning a soul and resurrecting it, still had the power of a saint-level. It was really powerful.
Ernest was a little surprised by Joelson’s appearance. He laughed again and could not help but clap his hands and say, “Amazing. The genius mage of the Tulip Magic Academy has already reached tier-8.”
“But!”
Ernest’s eyes revealed a hint of mockery. His tone beca extrely cold. “So what if he’s tier 8?! Even if he’s tier 9, he’ll still die!”
Ernest was very pleased in his heart. He worshipped Sir Ulysses’ plan to the point that he could not put it into words.
Bringing the corpse of the legendary monster Fenrir into the Magic Beast Forest and summoning its soul would allow him to easily defeat the three major forces after being resurrected.
Fenrir did not have a good impression of the guy who made him look like a ss just now. He revealed his pale sharp teeth and was ready to pounce at any ti.
“Not good! Even Joelson can’t stop a Saint-tier Daemon!”
Don Quixote and Stephanie’s eyes were filled with worry.
At this ti, Joelson did sothing that no one expected.
He slowly raised the tungsten staff in his hand and said solemnly, “Forbidden spell!”
Ernest’s smile froze on his face, and his expression was filled with panic and confusion.
The others were the sa.
Forbidden spell?!
Could an eighth-tier mage cast a forbidden spell?!
How was that possible!!
Joelson pointed at Fenrir and said softly with a smile on his face.
“Falling dragon.”
In the next mont, an extrely violent hurricane ca pouring down from the sky.
A blazing and huge black shadow fell from the sky.
It was like a falling teor.
But it was much more powerful than the level-6 spell, flaming teor.
It was really like a forbidden spell.
The hurricane blowing down from the sky made everyone unable to open their eyes. They could only cover their eyes and stare at the falling teor through the gaps of their fingers.
“Roar!”
A terrifying dragon’s roar sounded.
The teor struggled violently and turned into a giant dragon that pounced on Fenrir’s body. The two of them were entangled in a fight.
A giant dragon?!
Everyone was stunned on the spot. So of them were still unable to react as they looked at the back of Joelson.
Other than Angar who was filled with excitent and eagerness.
Ernesto Xiu was also very shocked. His gaze fell on the giant dragon and Joelson. His eyes moved back and forth, and he gradually cald down.
It was only a tier-9 dragon.
The legendary monster Fenrir was almost invincible among those of the sa tier, and even the dragon was slightly weaker.
Although it was only a corpse’s body now, it was still more powerful than an ordinary saint-tier daemon.
Although the dragon was powerful and strange, the difference in tier could not be bridged. It was still suppressed by Fenrir, and it was only a matter of ti before it was defeated.
“Let’s Go!”
Joelson turned around and said coldly to Don Quixote and the others.
Don Quixote and the others were stunned.
Joelson frowned and said, “I can’t stall for too long. Do you want to stay and wait for death?”
Don Quixote’s expression was complicated, and he quickly made a decision.
“Everyone, retreat imdiately!”
“But Joelson?” Stephanie couldn’t help but speak, her eyes filled with anxiety and worry.
Don Quixote said in a low voice, “We can’t help Joelson here. We can only drag him down. If we get out of danger, Joelson can find a chance to escape.”
Stephanie had a complicated look on her face. She looked deeply at Joelson. Her eyes seed to be filled with so strange emotions.
The others also had complicated looks on their faces.
Joelson was left alone to fight against the Dark Church and the saint-level monsters in exchange for the safe departure of everyone. They could not help but feel a sense of admiration in their hearts.
“You still want to leave?” Ernesto Xiu sneered a few tis and waved eleven of his hands. The trial-takers of the Dark Church imdiately rushed up to surround him.
Joelson’s left hand was filled with flas while his right hand was filled with water. The fusion of two types of magic exploded with terrifying power.
He smiled calmly and said calmly, “You should have asked first.”
Although Joelson’s strength was only at the eighth rank when he ca into contact with the power of the fire elental laws, his terror was even greater than that of a ninth rank mage.
No tier 8 mage could be like him.
Each and every one of the tier 8 fire elental spells ca at him with terrifying power. The most important thing was that the speed at which they were released was too fast!
Each and every spell was an instant-cast spell. Was he really only a tier 8 mage?!
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