"Sir Joelson, the news has been reported to everyone in the captive camp."
The few of them bowed and said respectfully to Joelson.
Joelson nodded slightly, "Gather everyone together. I will attract everyone's attention. You guys take everyone and escape in the chaos."
Hearing Joelson's words, the few of them showed a grateful look. At the same time, they asked worriedly, "Then what about you, sir?"
"You don't have to worry about that. I have a way." With a calm expression, Joelson spoke calmly.
Hearing his words, the few of them could not say anything else. They could only choose to believe in him.
Moreover, Joelson did not seem to be too nervous. It seemed that he really had a way.
"Yes, my Lord Joelson!" a few of them replied. Then, they left and gathered the people from their respective empires.
Joelson retracted his gaze from the few of them and looked at a huge palace not far away.
That was the only palace in the Slaughter Divine Kingdom's camp. The only person who was qualified was obviously the number one genius of the Slaughter Divine Kingdom, Wilfrid.
Arranging the captive camp in the center of the camp was also to reduce the number of people monitoring the captive camp and prevent them from escaping.
If the camp was placed at the edge of the camp, they would have to arrange for more people to monitor it.
This was also one of the reasons why Joelson chose to enter the camp.
Being closer to Wilfrid would reduce some of the trouble.
It would prevent Wilfrid from running away when he saw him.
Without much thought, Joelson flew into the air without any obstacles.
The Slaughter Divine Kingdom didn't believe that these captives would have the courage to flee or rebel. Capturing captives was a sudden decision, which was why they hadn't prepared anything like chains.
"You want to flee? You're courting death!"
The peak demigod who was in charge of monitoring the outside of the captive camp saw someone flying into the air. He immediately flew up, wanting to kill the person in order to intimidate the other captives.
"Die!" Joelson stretched out a finger, pointing it at the peak-stage demigod expert who was flying over.
A dark golden, blazing metallic lava shot out, leaving behind a pitch-black mark in the air.
Then, along with the longsword which the peak-stage demigod had raised, the metallic lava pierced through his head.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})The corpse of the peak-stage demigod quickly fell towards the captive camp below.
The other peak demigod experts who were in charge of monitoring didn't have the slightest intention of capturing him. Instead, they revealed terrified expressions as they hurriedly fled in all directions.
No matter who this person was, if he could kill a peak demigod so easily, then killing them would be just as easy. If they went, they would just be sending themselves to their deaths.
The other hundred or so ordinary demigods who were in charge of monitoring immediately began to flee as well.
However, when Joelson saw this, he didn't give chase. Instead, he flew directly towards the palace in the center of the camp.
...
Within the palace.
Wilfrid was currently discussing with the other ten or so geniuses of the Divine Kingdom of Slaughter how to capture Joelson and take revenge for Bartholomew.
Suddenly, the camp outside the palace rang out with the sounds of chaos.
"What's going on?"
"What happened?"
"Could it be that those damned fellows in the captive camp started a riot?"
"I told you that there shouldn't be any captives. Those damned fellows should be caught and directly chopped up!"
Everyone began to discuss.
Wilfrid frowned slightly and looked at the dozen or so people below.
Everyone immediately stopped discussing and didn't dare to make a sound.
Although they were also the most powerful geniuses in the Slaughter Divine Kingdom, they were nothing in front of Wilfrid.
"Sir Wilfrid, I'll go and take a look," someone said.
After getting Wilfrid's permission, they flew out of the palace.
As soon as that person went out, everyone was about to continue discussing the matter of Joelson.
Suddenly, they saw that person return in a hurry. He looked very excited.
"Sir Wilfrid, Joelson is here!"
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})That person shouted excitedly.
When they heard this, everyone was stunned, thinking that they had heard wrong.
Even Wilfrid's eyes revealed a trace of doubt. He looked at that person as if he was examining him.
That person quickly said, "Sir Wilfrid, Joelson is really here!"
This time, some people revealed excited expressions, while others were a little doubtful.
Just as that person was about to say something...
Bang!
A sound suddenly sounded.
Following that, the sturdy palace began to shake and gravel fell from the top of the palace.
"It must be Joelson!"
That person shouted.
The others also started to discuss.
"This Joelson is really bold. We haven't even gone to capture him, yet he took the initiative to come!"
"He's really courting death!"
"Let's go out and kill him now!"
"We can't underestimate him. To be able to kill Lord Bartholomew, his strength definitely won't be weak!"
"You're right, our strength isn't his match!"
"No matter how strong he is, could he still be able to fight against 20,000 people?"
Hearing the arguments of the crowd, Wilfrid was silent. He didn't say anything.
For Joelson to be able to kill Bartholomew didn't necessarily mean that he was a match for him. After all, he still had a trump card that no one knew of.
In addition, the Slaughter Divine Kingdom had nearly twenty thousand demigods gathered here. Even if he were to face a peak god expert, he would have a chance to kill him!
Not to mention Joelson.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})Thinking of this, Wilfrid said, "Gather everyone."
"Don't give him any chance to leave!"
"Yes! Lord Wilfrid!" Everyone replied in unison.
Afterward, the dozen or so people each used their communication magic crystals to gather their leaders.
As for them, they followed Wilfrid to the outside of the palace.
Everyone only saw a slender figure standing in the sky.
This figure had a face so handsome that it made people feel dreamy.
Everyone recognized it in an instant.
"Dragon rider, Joelson!"
Everyone had seen the wanted poster in the Slaughter Divine Kingdom, so they knew what Joelson looked like.
Joelson was silent. He didn't respond to the crowd but turned his eyes to a handsome young man standing in the middle of the crowd.
"You are Wilfrid?"Joelson asked.
Wilfrid also looked at Joelson without any fear.
"Yes, I am."
Even if Joelson could kill Bartholomew, he would not be a match for 20,000 people!
Even if he was tired, he would be exhausted to death!
He gathered so many people just to wait for Joelson to come.
Joelson nodded slightly.
Before he could say anything else.
In the Slaughter Divine Kingdom camp, many figures turned into a stream of light and rose into the sky, surrounding Joelson.
The 20,000-man army flew into the sky, looking very spectacular. It was like a black curtain that almost covered the sky.
"Since you're here, then give me the key to the inheritance." Wilfrid paused for a moment, then coldly added, "And your life!"
