Pryce seemed to have lost all his strength at this moment. His head, which had been held high, hung down deeply. His tall and straight back seemed to have become stooped.
His fingernails sank deep into his palm, and blood dripped down.
A deep sense of powerlessness and despair spread out from his heart, devouring his remaining pride.
He could not compare to him. He could not compare to Joelson for the rest of his life.
He had been defeated once. After silver, he might not even be able to catch up to Joelson in the future.
The red-robed bishop was also dumbfounded. He whispered, "God of light, God of light, how could it be him?"
The red-robed Bishop's face was full of bitterness. He secretly glanced at Pryce.
He had a bad premonition.
This time, he had really gotten himself into big trouble.
However, it wasn't just Pryce. There was also Lord Chesterton.
Chesterton retracted his shocked and jealous gaze.
His good mood of capturing an evil lich was instantly ruined.
He lowered his head and discovered that the strange and Foolish Lich was still laughing, full of mockery and provocation.
Chesterton couldn't help but frown and suppress the Holy Light.
When the holy light touched the aura of the undead on Frederick's body, it let out a sound like flesh burning.
"Ah!" Frederick cried out miserably.
It was particularly ear-piercing in the midst of the cheers, and many people turned their heads to look in this direction.
The person in the brilliance of the sun seemed to be looking over as well.
Frederick cried out even more cheerfully.
His entire face was twisted into a ball, and he looked extremely miserable.
Chesterton felt a little irritated.
It was only the burning of the holy light, and the trial hadn't even begun. As a lich, was there a need to be so exaggerated?
Chesterton even thought that the bones of many low-level followers of the dark cult were much harder than this guy's.
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Chesterton looked at Pryce coldly. "Are you joking?"
The three saints were also full of doubts.
Pryce was the one who issued the decree of judgement of the light, and the one who summoned them was also Pryce. But now, he took the initiative to ask to let him go.
Was Pryce crazy?!
"Chesterton, if you don't want to get into trouble and don't want to cause trouble for the Church of Light, I suggest you release him now!"
Pryce's tone was serious, and his entire person seemed to have changed. He seemed to have thought of something and was extremely calm.
"Lord God's authority."
The red-robed bishop carefully interrupted, "I implore you to listen to Lord Pryce's suggestion this time."
Chesterton laughed out of anger. The holy light was even more intense, and Frederick's screams were even louder.
"Are you guys ready to abandon the faith of the light? Pryce, you disappoint me."
Chesterton had not finished speaking when he suddenly noticed Pryce's expression was unsightly. He quickly retreated.
The light saint's low voice rang in his ears, "Lord, be careful!"
Chesterton felt his heart palpitate, as if he was being targeted by a terrifying existence.
He subconsciously turned around, only to see a dark golden dragon flying down like a meteorite, accompanied by endless blue flames, crashing towards him.
Chesterton's pupils constricted.
Surging holy light rose from his body, and the golden scepter was raised high, draping over his body along with the three light saints.
"The protection of the God of light, you can't... pfft!"
Boom!
A huge explosion sounded, and the earth shook violently.
Chesterton and the three light saints were thrown out like Ragdolls.
Chesterton fell to the ground. His white priest robe with golden edges was covered in dust, and blood oozed out of the corner of his mouth. He looked very pathetic.
Who was it?!
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On the back of the huge dragon that covered the sky, a slender figure walked down step by step.
The indifferent eyes looked down at him from the sky and said coldly, "Do you want to die?"
The whole place was silent.
Everyone stared blankly at what had happened, and their minds were still in a daze.
After a short period of blankness, there was an even greater shock.
God's authority, saint-level Chesterton, and three other disciples of light who were also saint-level.
Yet, they weren't even able to take a single strike from Joelson?!
Wasn't Joelson Edward still a ninth-level before this?!
Although there was a sudden attack that caused Chesterton to be unable to react, it was still enough to shock everyone.
Wasn't Joelson's strength too strong?!
How old was he?
He looked even younger than the Silver Hand.
What was even more shocking was...
The huge creature under Joelson's feet.
A dragon.
Its entire body was emitting a dark golden metallic luster, and its aura was extremely terrifying.
A metal-type dragon!
Many people didn't even know what a metal-type dragon was.
Someone explained with a serious expression, "That's an existence even more terrifying than an elemental dragon."
Everyone was shocked!
Was that Joelson's battle partner?!
It seemed like.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})He was also a saint-level!
Everyone was almost unable to find words to describe their feelings at this moment.
The feeling of looking up to the extreme, a deep sense of powerlessness.
The radiance of the Sun was still hanging high in the sky.
Only then did everyone understand that Joelson could become a sun-level genius that they had never seen before, a super genius.
That made sense.
Joelson looked down at Chesterton coldly, a terrifying aura emanating from his body.
In the Land of Heritage, he had slaughtered countless monsters, including nearly a hundred saint-level killing intent, causing him to give off a frost-like coldness.
The air seemed to freeze.
"Tell me."
Joelson narrowed his eyes and took another step forward. He glanced at Pryce, who was hiding in a corner with a pale face, and said coldly, "Do you people of the Church of Light want to die?"
Do you want to die?
Pryce's face was extremely ugly.
As the authority of God of the Holy See, he was a top genius in the central continent.
He was respected and praised everywhere. Flowers and praise were his fans.
When had he ever been humiliated like this?
Being stepped on and questioned.
But Chesterton actually felt a sense of humiliation and fear.
He felt the terrifying aura of Joelson and the cold killing intent that was like a sword pressed against his throat.
He felt that he might really die.
He inadvertently caught a glimpse of the evil lich who had looked miserable just a moment ago. At this moment, he was smiling at himself proudly.
Then, he quickly put on a miserable expression and stumbled to Joelson's feet. He immediately knelt down and called out in a low voice.
"Master."
Chesterton finally understood.
Why did Pryce let him go? It turned out; the lich was the servant of the man in front of him.
Chesterton felt that he had been deceived and played.
