Chapter 127 Hunting Down the Trial-Takers of the Dark Church
Don Quixote looked at Stephanie, who was holding back her tears to prevent herself from crying. His heart was moved.
He had never seen his proud sister cry for any man.
She was...
"Someone's Coming!" Stuart's voice sounded.
Everyone immediately grabbed their weapons and assumed a tense stance.
A sound came from the bushes. Someone was walking towards them through the bushes.
Everyone stared in the direction where the sound came from.
The grass shook, and a fair and slender hand moved away from the branches and slowly walked out.
He was still as handsome as before. Who else could it be but Joelson?
"Edward!"
"Joelson!"
A few surprised cries sounded.
Stephanie was so happy that she was about to cry. She subconsciously ran toward Joelson, but when she realized what was happening, she stopped abruptly. Her face was flushed with embarrassment.
Joelson smiled at the crowd and nodded.
"You escaped!"
"Are you hurt?!"
Everyone gathered around, especially the students of Tulip Academy.
"Did Fenrir catch up?!" Don Quixote asked in a low voice.
The atmosphere became tense again, and everyone felt relieved again.
"Joelson!"
Stewart and Gemini Star took out all the magic beast cores collected by the old students and handed them to Joelson.
"Take the magic beast essence crystals and leave immediately. We'll help you stall Fenrir!"
Stewart and the others looked determined.
What right did they have to stall Fenrir?
Naturally, they were determined to die!
Joelson had saved them once. Now, it was their turn.
Faced with everyone's performance, Joelson chuckled and casually shook his mage robe.
A round thing fell under everyone's feet.
They looked over.
Everyone's eyes widened and they immediately sucked in a breath of cold air.
They only saw the despair and shock on their pale faces before they died. It was a familiar look.
It was Ernesto Xiu.
He was actually dead!
Everyone was stunned for a moment and could not speak for a long time.
"You... How did you kill him? Where's Fenrir the undead wolf?!"
Someone asked in surprise.
Joelson did not explain.
Everyone did not ask any more questions.
Everyone had their own secrets.
"We can finally get out!"
Someone said excitedly, "Now that Ernesto Xiu is dead, the Dark Church will definitely be in a panic. With Joelson here, as long as we kill a portion of the magical beasts, we will definitely win this trial!"
The eyes of the others were filled with excitement.
From the beginning, they only wanted to try their best to survive. Now that they saw the hope of winning, this happiness came too suddenly.
And the one who brought all of this was Joelson!
Joelson smiled and raised his eyebrows slightly. He said with a smile, "Killing magical beasts? Hehe, human heads are more valuable."
Everyone suddenly looked at Joelson with shock in their eyes.
Joelson stood on Du Lu's back. The terrifying body of the giant dragon cast a shadow on the ground.
The remaining trial-takers of the Dark Church ran desperately in the jungle.
Everyone's face was filled with fear, panic, and despair.
There were dragons!
There were dragons chasing after them!
Joelson was like an experienced shepherd herding sheep, driving the people of the Dark Church into the trap that Quixote and the others had set up long ago.
On one side, morale was high, like a hunter who had started hunting. On the other side, there was extreme fear, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Even if the people of the Dark Church were stronger, they could not avoid the fate of being massacred.
Joelson stood in the air like a god, overlooking the entire scene.
Once he found the area where the fight was taking place and the students of the two empires were in danger, he would throw down his magic or drive Du Lu to go over.
When the people of the Dark Church saw this scene, they immediately lost all their fighting spirit and obediently waited to be captured.
Swoosh!
Don Quixote slowly put away his knight's longsword, and a human head rolled under his feet.
The fifth one.
Don Quixote silently counted in his heart.
Stephanie also walked over from other places with her sword on her shoulder. She was also holding two bloody heads in her hands, which added to her dangerous and charming temperament.
Don Quixote frowned slightly and said, "Girl, don't make yourself too bloody."
Stephanie seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly threw away the heads in her hands.
Using the blade as a mirror, she carefully wiped the bloodstains on her face.
When Joelson fell from the sky, Stephanie immediately hid the bloody knight's longsword behind her back. She looked a little embarrassed, with a hint of shyness and expectation in her eyes.
"A total of eighteen heads!"
Everyone gathered together and piled the "spoils of war" in front of Joelson.
Eighteen heads piled up into a small hill, and the scene was very horrifying.
"Most of the remaining trial-takers of the Dark Church should have been killed by us. Even if one or two escaped, it wouldn't have much of an effect."
Joelson nodded, very satisfied with the result.
"In that case, you guys gather the scattered survivors and leave first."
Counting the time, only ten days had passed. There were still five days left before the trial's deadline.
However, with the trial's current situation, there wasn't much meaning to continue staying in the magical beast forest.
"Joelson, do you still want to stay here?"
Don Quixote couldn't help but ask.
The others also looked at him curiously.
Joelson nodded slightly and said, "I still have to go to another place."
Joelson looked in a certain direction and said with a certain meaning, "There is still one more step to take to win this trial."
Everyone was stunned for a moment and suddenly understood.
Looking at Joelson's back, they did not know whether they should be amazed or admire him.
Joelson was probably going to find trouble with the trial-takers of the Holy See.
Louis sat on the grass. The knights and priests of the Holy See were all gathered by him and were quietly resting.
There was a shocking-looking depression on his chest. It was the spot where he was injured by Fenrir three days ago.
He had no way to fight against the saint-level monster Fenrir. He could only spend the rest of his time hunting magic beasts and collecting magic beast essence crystals. He wanted to leave the Magical Beast Forest before the Dark Church finished killing the trial-takers of the two empires.
'If everything went well, there might be a chance of winning.' Louis thought to himself.
At this moment, the sky suddenly darkened.
The priests and knights cried out in alarm.
Louis looked up and saw a pair of huge golden-red pupils, filled with endless violence and madness.
A dragon!
Louis' heart trembled.
The holy sword was unsheathed, and bright holy light shone.
He was prepared to fight, but the dragon did not seem to have any intention of attacking them.
Just as Louis was feeling puzzled, his pupils suddenly contracted slightly.