Looking at the Knight's terrified expression, the ascetic and the female priest were completely stunned.
Two Dragons.
Even the angel battle formation led by the late-stage saint-level, Master Kendis, was torn to shreds.
Just how strong was Joelson Edward?!
How many trump cards did he still have in his hands?!
"Joelson Edward also said."
"Since the people of the Holy Church of Light are here, please be prepared to die!"
Both of their faces instantly turned pale. The ascetic's injuries surged up, and he spat out a mouthful of hot blood as he half-knelt on the ground.
The female priest subconsciously wanted to help him up, but she heard what he kept saying.
"Enemy of light, enemy of light!"
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In the year 4396 of the light calendar, the leader of the Holy Inquisition, Kendis, died at the hands of the sun-level genius, the Glory of Violet, Joelson.
It was said that the authority of God, Chesterton, was also captured by Joelson.
The Holy Inquisition suffered heavy losses.
The entire continent was shaken.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})The Pope of light was furious and issued a decree of light judgment on Joelson. Joelson was hunted down by the entire Holy See.
In a small town, in a shabby tavern, cheap beer and dancers dancing in the middle of the tavern made it a favorite place for mercenaries, adventurers, and traders to pass by.
Tobacco, alcohol, and the stench of sweat filled the tavern, making the air very cloudy. However, this did not affect the people's interest in the lively conversation.
"I watched the entire battle a month ago. Joelson Edward stood on the back of two terrifying dragons. His dragon wings covered the sky and even the sun. The holy-level powerhouses of the Church of Light were like a few sheep under Joelson's hands. They could only flee in panic!"
A red-faced old man with a rosacea nose spoke very excitedly and unexpectedly became the center of the conversation. The people beside him let out waves of exclamations following his words.
Someone laughed and shouted, "Old Jack, stop bragging. Let's not talk about watching the holy-level battle. I'm afraid that if the Glory of Violet takes one look at you, you'll be so scared that you'll pee your pants!"
"Hahaha!"
Waves of laughter instantly rang out in the small tavern.
The old man known as Old Jack's nose was even bigger and redder due to his embarrassment. He wanted to defend himself, but he realized that he had no way to refute. He could only gulp down two mouthfuls of wine.
"Glory of Violet seems to have been slapping the face of the Church of Light since its rise. This time, it's even more amazing. It even killed several saint-level powerhouses of the Church of Light."
"Joelson Edward is really too strong. As expected of the most powerful sun-level genius in history!"
"Those old donkeys of the Church of Light, I think they're used to being arrogant. They don't see anyone in their eyes. Joelson taught them a lesson really well!"
"Haha, it's been almost three months since the light judgement order was issued. Many of the Church of Light's own saint-level powerhouses have died. This joke will definitely go down in history!"
The wine glass in the hand of someone in the corner of the tavern trembled violently, and a powerful battle spirit was about to burst out.
"There's no need."
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})A hand reached out from the side and pressed on the arm of the irascible man. He said indifferently, "From today onwards, all the shame of the holy church will be washed away."
"There is no Joelson Edward in the world anymore!"
The irascible man who was about to flare up slowly nodded and suppressed the anger in his heart.
Both of them were wearing linen cloaks and their faces could not be seen clearly.
In the noisy tavern, the two of them did not seem to get along with everything around them.
"Roar!"
A terrifying roar sounded and shook the eaves of the shabby tavern, causing the dust to continuously fall, landing on the heads, faces, and wine glasses of many people.
However, no one was angry.
The noisy tavern instantly became extremely quiet, and everyone was stunned on the spot.
"Dragon, it's the roar of a dragon!"
Someone cried out in alarm.
"It's Joelson, Joelson Edward is here!"
Excited shouts rang out.
The person in the cape in the corner trembled, but another person silently shook his head.
Bang!
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})The tavern's door was blasted open by a tremendous force, and sunlight shone in from the outside, casting a cold shadow.
Everyone looked at the door excitedly.
It was a handsome and cold middle-aged man wearing a black robe. His face was filled with disgust and disdain, and his pupils were golden.
Even if no one here had seen the legendary Glory of Violet, they knew that this person was definitely not Joelson.
Because everyone knew that Glory of Violet was a handsome youth, not so old.
Since it wasn't a visit from a legend, some of the hot-tempered mercenaries weren't as friendly.
"Bastard!"
A robust bearded man stood up angrily and strode towards the man. It seemed like he wanted to teach him a good lesson.
The handsome man waved his hand in disgust as if he was chasing away an annoying fly.
The bearded man flew backwards and knocked over a large number of tables and chairs as well as guests who were drinking, causing waves of exclamations.
Looking at him again, his chest was deeply sunken, and blood mixed with internal organs kept oozing out of his mouth and nose. It seemed that he was about to die.
The tavern was instantly silent.
Everyone looked at this man in horror and did not dare to say another word.
"Let's go."
The man wearing a cloak in the corner stood up and strode out of the tavern.
The handsome man glanced at them and also turned to leave.
It seemed that he was looking for these two people.
After the handsome man completely disappeared from the tavern's entrance, the people inside quickly ran out and looked up into the sky.
But to their astonishment, they did not see the figure of the dragon they had imagined. The dragon's roar just now seemed to be an illusion.
"His Holiness the Pope asked me to send his regards to Lord Kokonoro on his behalf."
The two cloaked people took off their hoods, revealing an old and young face.
The black-robed handsome man coldly snorted.
"When that person arrives, I will come on my own. Do not disturb me before then."
With that, the handsome man's body merged into the shadows and disappeared.
The cloaked young man revealed a displeased expression. "This person is too rude!"
The old man whose face was full of gullies said indifferently, "They are just some arrogant, pitiful worms who can only live under the glory of the past."
The old man's face hid some disdain, but he continued to say, "However, as the Black Dragon Clan's clan leader, the strength of a peak saint-level cannot be underestimated. He is a great help to us this time."
"Teacher, this Kokonoro is here for the two saint-level dragons of Joelson?"
"That's right."
The old man nodded, he explained, "In the past few thousand years, other than having some interactions with the Dragon Blood Clan of the saint-level, the Dragon Clan has never come into contact with anyone. This time, when they heard the news, two of their juniors actually signed a contract with a human, and it was the same human. Even the Dragon King was alarmed, so he sent Kakunoro here personally."
The young man nodded and could not help but ask, "Then what will happen to them?"
"After the contract is canceled, the Dragon King will probably personally erase their memories from the past decades. The dragon race is really lucky."
The old man revealed a hint of envy and sighed, "There are two more powerful warriors with bright futures, especially the metal-type giant dragons. They have almost been cut off."
"Unfortunately, I can't fight against the enemy of light."
