DRAGON MASTER (Crazy Updates)
Chapter 333: Planes of Trial
After killing the giant python, Joelson understood.
Neither the lizard, nor the giant python he had just killed, was a real creature!
Merely, on this plane, the laws of slaughter had materialized and evolved!
Joelson absorbed the blood red ball of light in his hand, and the divine slaughter crystal in the spirit tree grew slightly larger.
Although it was only a little, it should be known that in the Slaughter Land, only a dozen sparks of demigod gods could grow so little.
And now, only a giant half-god python had the same effect as over a dozen ordinary half-gods!
Joelson's eyes were a little twinkling.
If there were many creatures like giant pythons that evolved from the dense laws of slaughter, then he would be able to increase his strength to the fullest!
However, Joelson was also somewhat confused. A law of slaughter could really develop into life?
Even if it's not real life.
Then, he controlled the laws of destruction to absorb the power just enhanced by the god of slaughter. Joelson's gaze turned to the strange blood-red sun in the sky.
In the next instant, Joelson's figure suddenly disappeared from its place, flying towards the blood-red sun, continuing to fly towards the center of the plane.
...
On the other side of the plane.
A group of over ten people wearing white armor or white robes were resting here.
The clothes of more than ten of these people were carved with the same symbol, belonging to the God of Light, the Heaven Realm.
"Diaboli, have you contacted the Archangel?"
A knight wearing white armor asked the man wearing white robes beside him.
The man named Diaboli replied respectfully, "Master Tarth, the Archangel has not replied."
If Joelson was here, he'd be surprised. This man called Diaboli, who was very respectful, was none other than...
It was the Throne of Light from the central continent!
"God of Light, these damn people have separated us from the Archangels!" Tarth gritted his teeth and said angrily.
The Throne of Light, Diaboli, does not speak. His face was filled with depression.
He is no longer the Throne of Light that everyone respects and respects.
Ever since he ascended to the heaven realm, he no longer possessed the prestige he had in the central continent. Even though he had the Platinum Throne suppressing everyone in the central continent.
However, he was at least one of the strongest people under the Platinum Throne. He was an existence seen by the entire central continent.
However, after arriving at the heaven realm, everything changed.
With the power of the divine domain level, he could not be considered an expert at all. Instead, he could only be considered an existence at the lowest level.
Diaboli sighed in his heart.
If he was a super genius with high talent, he could still obtain a large amount of resources even after arriving at a higher plane.
However, most people like him, whose potential had been exhausted, would never have any hope of progressing into a demigod.
Perhaps, if he was lucky enough, he would be able to get help from the God of Light, or perhaps he would have a chance to leap over the threshold of becoming a demigod and leaving the bottom society behind.
But after sighing, Diaboli quickly recovered his mood, no longer worried.
Even though his potential was exhausted, he was different from the others.
"Diaboli, I hear you're very familiar with the archangels?" Tarth asked in a friendly tone.
Diaboli was stunned for a moment but he quickly regained his senses.
Tarth was the most powerful of the ten or so of them, medium-level gods.
Tarth far surpassed him. For him to talk to her in a friendly manner, other than because of the Supreme Angel, there was no other reason.
Diaboli shook his head. "I'm not very familiar with him. It's just that the reincarnation of the Archangel and I are in the same plane."
This was also the reason why he was not worried that his potential would run out.
Just like that, in another hundred thousand years, he might have a chance to become a demigod!
"Diaboli, your luck is pretty good!"
After receiving an agreeable answer from Diaboli, Tarth's tone of voice became more friendly. "Diaboli, I treated you pretty well. If I have the chance, I hope you can help me convey some good words in front of the Archangel."
Diaboli nodded and said, "Master Tarth, of course, there is no problem. It's just that it's not me who decides who the Archangel will choose to join the paladin group."
Sure enough, Tarth was very kind to him for wanting to join the paladin group led by Archangel.
However, Tarth's strength wasn't bad to begin with, so he was still taking care of her.
He had no intention of resisting, as it was only a matter of punishment.
As for results?
It's not something he can control.
"Then, thank you very much!"
When Tarth heard Diaboli's reply, not only was he not disappointed but he was also happy.
He also knew that it was not easy to join the Holy Knights, but if Diaboli was willing to give some good words to him, the chances of him joining would greatly increase!
Listening to the conversation between the two, everyone at the side revealed curious expressions.
Diaboli usually does not feel a presence. Who would have thought that he really knew the Supreme Angel?
Soon, one could not help but ask curiously, "Diaboli, which plane did you come from?"
"Middle angel."
"Oh, right, the middle continent!" The person revealed a remembering expression. Then, he lowered his voice and asked, "I heard a rumor that when the Supreme Angel was in the central continent, he had once lost to the natives of the central continent whose cultivation level was lower than his?"
"How is that possible?"
"That's right, how could the Archangel lose to the natives of a lower plane?"
"Even if the talent of a Supreme Angel was placed in a higher destiny realm, he was definitely the most outstanding existence!"
Everyone started to reply.
In their eyes, the natives of the lower planes were all extremely low-talent.
The number one servant of the God of Light, the Supreme Angel.
How could he lose to the natives of the lowlands?
"Enough!"
Tarth angrily reprimanded in a low voice and said in a serious manner, "The Archangel will not lose to anyone, not to mention the natives of the lower planes. It's not something you can talk about casually!"
Everyone immediately shut their mouths and fell silent. Their eyes fell on Diaboli.
Seeing that Diaboli said nothing, everyone believed more in their own judgment.
How could the Supreme Angel lose to the natives from the lower planes?
However, they did not know that the figure of the man had appeared in Diaboli's heart. His heart could not help but tremble.
Platinum Throne!
Edward Joelson!
The man who had created countless legends in the central continent!
Diaboli looked at the silent crowd.
He thought that if he told them that Joelson had defeated the Supreme Angel the moment he entered the Saint Realm...
They might be so surprised that they can't keep their mouths shut.
Even in the heaven realm, he had never seen an existence that could create so many legends!
If he had to say so, only the God of Light could compare to him.