DRAGON MASTER (Crazy Updates)
Chapter 232: Two Fans of the Secret Art of Dragon Blood
After half a dragon, Connie's strength had increased by another big move, instantly rising to the rank of a 9th rank knight.
According to Kokonoro's words, even within the dragon blood family, if the first dragonification could achieve such an effect, Connie could also be considered a genius.
After experimenting with Connie, Joelson can be considered to have faith in the secret art of dragon blood.
“Can the secret technique of dragon blood be used repeatedly? He asked Kokonoro.
Kokonoro's gaze was complicated as he said, "If it's a dragon with different attributes, it's theoretically possible, but no one has tried it before."
After all, no one could have as many dragons as him.
"okay."
He nodded and instructed Connie to feed the dragon rattan dragon bone when necessary. Then, he calmly walked towards Du Lu.
Du Lu let out a long roar and tore his chest apart with great force. Blood flows freely.
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Light Church.
The white-robed priest carefully wiped the silver lamp under the altar of the cross.
This silver lamp is beautifully shaped. They were enveloped by a white light and looked extremely holy.
Each silver lamp represents a person in the Light Church who has reached the sacred level. When the silver light went out, it meant that a saint-level person had fallen.
In the past few hundred years, other than a few veteran experts whose lifespans had been depleted and who had gone to the heavenly realms to serve the god of light, no mishaps had occurred in the Light Church.
But recently, in just a month, seven silver lights in a row went out.
Recalling the horrifying sight of over ten silver lights that were vibrating at the same time a few days ago, and then some of them were extinguished at the same time, he said, the white-robed priest had an indescribable fear.
It is said that it is all because of the enemy of light.
Even the authority of God has been killed.
Right now, the Pope and the others are choosing the new authority of God, and Lord Stanley is leading his disciples to besiege the enemy of light.
God of Light, I hope Lord Stanley can bring back the good news.
As he thought, the white-robed priest subconsciously looked at Stanley's silver lamp.
The light that was slowly burning suddenly started to tremble violently, and the light quickly dimmed.
The eyes of the white-robed priest widened, and he involuntarily rushed forward to protect the light. However, before he could reach the silver light, the light was completely extinguished.
Soon after, the lamp next to Stanley representing Newman was also suddenly extinguished. It was so fast that it was as if it had been blown up by a brat.
The white-robed priest stood glued to the ground, unable to speak for a long time. He even thought there was something wrong with the silver light.
When he woke up, his eyes were filled with overwhelming fear and shock. He staggered and ran to the door.
He ran to church. Many people stood there, and grief filled the place.
The white-robed priest saw two giant broken swords on the ground. It was Lord Stanley's sword.
Someone turned around and looked at him with a sad face. He said in a low voice, "Lord Stanley has fallen."
The white-robed priestess disciple contracted. She opened her mouth but did not wait for him to say anything.
The figure on the throne of the church stands. A cold gaze fell from that dignified face. Eyes sparkling.
The angry voice of the pope sounded in everyone's ears. "Enemy of light, Joelson Edward. Goddamnit!"
In the year 4396 of the calendar of light, after the numerous casualties of the judicial group of the Holy Church, the highest sacred-level powerhouse of the Holy Church, the former commander of the Knights of Light, Stanley, was, he died at the hands of Joelson.
The Light Whale was furious.
The continent was shaken, and the name Joelson Edward, the glory of the violet flower, once again reverberated across the continent.
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Joelson still doesn't know what's going on outside. Even if he knew, he wouldn't remember.
Compared to drinking the dragon blood potion before.
The pain from the secret art of dragon blood was more than ten times stronger.
The seething dragon blood splashed all over his body as if he was bathing in molten iron. The skin and flesh all over his body were doused in hot water and then grew under the powerful vitality of dragon blood. After that, he was doused in hot water, again and again, repeating his cycle.
During this process, there were countless strange forces trying their best to dig into Joelson's body.
Joelson couldn't help but admire Connie. Under such pain, he, an ordinary person, was able to endure it. That was incredible.
Time passed for an unknown time. That was for a century.
When Joelson could no longer feel the pain and the surface of his body boiled hot, a force surged out from his back and sent him out.
The blood cocoon that wrapped Joelson broke apart in the air.
A perfect and powerful body stretched out and landed steadily on the ground.
Joelson opened his eyes and a golden light flashed across his pupils.
His body made an explosive sound.
Joelson's body slowly floated. He looked at his hand and felt that there was an unimaginable power surging within it.
Saint-level!
A saint-level knight was able to float in pure air by relying on his physical body.
It was a strong feeling he had never felt before.
He casually threw a punch and a small vacuum appeared in the air, followed by a sharp air piercing sound.
The speed of his punch exceeded the speed of sound and had triggered a sonic boom. One could imagine how terrifying Joelson's momentary explosive power was now.
The earnest efforts of the peak of Du Lu's sacred level, coupled with the fact that Joelson once consumed the dragon blood potion and had traces of the power of the dragon bloodline hidden in his body were fully activated, bringing about changes that Joelson dared not make to imagine.
"Again!" Joelson shouted in a deep voice and flew up to the steel dragon.
The steel dragon did not hesitate. A sharp dark golden light flashed across his claws. It forcefully tore his chest apart and let Joelson in.
The blood of the steel dragon was like liquid metal, viscous and heavy.
During that process, it was as if countless daggers had pierced through Joelson's body. The pain is much greater than before.
Three days later, the steel dragon let out a muffled groan.
A dark golden light shot out from his chest and turned into a figure of Joelson on the grass.
The steel dragon fell to the ground weakly.
Joelson walked straight to the farm. With a wave of his hand, the crops on the farmland seemed to have been cut by invisible sharp blades and fell down one after another.
Whether they were adults or not, Joelson grabbed them and stepped to the side of the steel dragon.
The Steel Dragon opened its mouth and swallowed the rattan dragon bone and dragon tooth grass. His eyes began to shine again.
When the condition of the steel dragon was completely stable, Joelson heaved a sigh of relief.
Turning to look at Du Lu, Du Lu also looked much better.
Spending so much effort was also a huge burden to the saint-level dragon.
Fortunately, both of them grew by eating agricultural crops, so their vitality was much stronger than an ordinary dragon.
"Thank you," Joelson said to Du Lu and the steel dragon seriously.