DRAGON MASTER (Crazy Updates)
Chapter 244: The First Under the Throne
"Rubber!"
The dragon roar sounded.
Joelson frowned and turned around. He discovered that Archibald's figure had retreated far.
Covered in the wound, he glared at Joelson fiercely and left without looking back.
Since the matter of the ruins had been revealed, he did not need to continue fighting with Joelson.
The saint level masters who witnessed lost their interest to watch the battle between the two of them. Streams of light streaked across the sky like a meteor shower.
They were many saint-level masters rushing towards the ruins.
"Let's go and see!"
Oswede quickly rushed to his side and said anxiously.
Joelson nodded and flew in that direction with him.
On the way, Oswede explained to Joelson.
"Saint Realm's location was in a crack torn apart by the Otherworldly daemon. Although there were four thrones guarding it, the spatial gaps would still fluctuate from time to time. Every time it fluctuated, it was possible to shake.a small world hidden in the cracks between planes."
"In this type of ancient ruins, some were formed by powerful spatial magic devices, and some were even small worlds created by the ancient experts themselves."
Joelson's heart was shaking. "Creating a small world with their own power?"
"Yes." Yeah."
How could there still be a drunken mark on Oswede's face, "For example, the Silver Throne created a portable space, which was much larger than ordinary spatial storage magic devices. However, in order to create a small world, one must at least attain the power of a god."
"The laws in this small world opened by a god may be somewhat different from those in the outside world. The power of magic elements was also incomplete but they could still endure. I heard the Silver Throne mention that this is the power of gods. ."
Speaking to date, Oswede only paid attention to Joelson. He said solemnly, "Believe in the divine kingdom!"
"They came to cultivate believers, gather the power of trust, and condense the divine spark!"
"And once a god dies, the sacred power attached to a small world can still maintain its existence for a long time."
"In general, the divine kingdom can also judge the power of gods."
Oswede pointed to the ten colored light pillars in the distance, he explained, "Each color represents the existence of a kind of law. The more legal power the divine kingdom contained, the more stable the small world was. This small world contained all ten kinds of legal forces."
Joelson's eyes showed a hint of shock. He sighed and said, "Even among the gods, it's a very amazing existence."
Joelson's eyes blinked. He felt that the world before him had become much wider.
The road in front of him was much higher than he had imagined.
More than half of the saint-level powerhouses of the Saint Realm had appeared. Even the Four Great Thrones had appeared.
Fortunately, the place where the ten-colored light pillar appeared was very far from the human city. Other than a few wandering adventurers, not many people had ever seen them.
The saint-level magician who rushed there at the first moment had covered up the strange phenomenon of the light pillar. Even those who had seen them would only wonder if their eyes were toying with them.
Many holy level witches had already gathered there. No one dared to approach them, and all of them were far away from the pillar of light.
Joelson saw Archibald, who had returned to his human form, standing in the middle of a group of burly people. He looked at her with hatred.
His current appearance could be called frightening.
His entire body was covered in wounds with his skin and flesh curled up. Blood all over his body.
Archibald's pathetic appearance certainly attracted the curiosity and attention of many. The saint-level master who was watching earlier whispered about it and spread the word about the battle.
Instantly, countless shocked, shocked, and amazed gazes surrounded Joelson.
Joelson felt a certain gaze and looked up.
The Holy Zither slowly turned its head.
"He's Joelson Edward? He looks too young!"
"He has not even entered the Saint Realm for three days and has defeated Holy Zither and Archibald. It's unbelievable!"
"Joelson could be said to be the number one person under the throne!"
"It's too scary!"
The discussion around Joelson continues.
When the light in the sky became brighter, it suddenly stopped.
An unimaginable pressure flowed down from the sky and Joelson's body suddenly shook.
He felt as if he was carrying a huge mountain on his back and a terrifying pressure wanted to force him to kneel.
Joelson turned his head with great difficulty and found that everyone was staring up at the sky, with only admiration and admiration on their faces.
Only he could feel this pressure.
Joelson's eyes gradually turned to gold and he straightened his back little by little.
He silently shouted a name in his heart.
Throne Light!
As the light in the sky continued to increase, the pressure on his back also increased, and just as he was about to collapse...
In the corner of the sky, the white light disappeared and became transparent.
The sky was clear like the surface of clear water.
Joelson knew that the Silver Throne, the Archer, had come.
He let out a sigh of relief, and Joelson's eyes became even more resolute.
It was then that Oswede realized that Joelson's face was pale. He was in a worse condition than before after the battle with Archibald.
"What's wrong with you?"
Joelson shook his head and did not answer.
Surprised cries sounded.
Another corner of the sky covered by white light was occupied by darkness.
It was even darker than black. When one gazes at that darkness, despair will appear in his heart.
Three figures appeared in the sky. They were all covered by light. One could only sense their powerful aura, but one could not see their faces clearly.
At this moment, the sky that was divided by the three colors was forcefully squeezed into a red color.
It burned the sky, and most of the burning clouds covered the corner of the sky. That's very beautiful.
Two figures rushed at the same time. One was like a jumping flame, while the other wore a silver-white robe.
The aura of the two defeated one of the other three.
The Four Great Thrones and the Dragon Monarch had all come.
This was the first time Joelson experienced the power of the god realm directly.
Helpless.
Right now, he would probably be killed by an ordinary blow in front of the saint realm experts.
If his various elemental laws reached perfection and his physical strength reached the limit, perhaps he would have a chance to face the throne head-on.
The Four Thrones and the Dragon Monarch seemed to have communicated for a while before they turned into five streaks of light and charged into the ten-colored light pillar.
"What are we gonna do?"
Joelson's gaze stopped on the pillar of light and inevitably asked Oswede.
"Wait!"
Oswede said, "When the Four Thrones get enough benefit in the ruins, that's when we enter."
Joelson frowned a little.
Oswede smiled bitterly and said, "Don't feel dissatisfied. There were some opportunities that could not be obtained without sufficient strength. Moreover, without the throne to remove most of the restrictions and dangers for us, we would lose at least 30% of the people present."
Oswede looked around. "At least 30%."
"Even the things left behind by the throne are precious to us the existence of the sacred level."
"In addition, compared to the treasures in the ruins, this small world itself was actually the most precious thing of the throne."
"God realm experts also want to fight for the gods."
Joelson nodded silently.