Breeding Dragons From Today

Chapter 284: The Elves No Longer Need Prophets. The Throne Will Protect You

Chapter 284: The Elves No Longer Need Prophets. The Throne Will Protect You

“Just in time!”

Joelson laughed loudly as his domain power surged over.

Currently, Joelson’s domain had the most metal and electric law power. Under the suppression of the law, the electric python’s performance was even worse than that of the hurricane python.

His entire person instantly became dispirited.

Joelson casually grabbed it and controlled the two thick pythons, twining them into a spiral shape in mid-air.

Then.

He ruthlessly lashed them to the ground!

Boom!

Large areas of ancient trees were pushed down and the ground cracked. The two pythons let out mournful cries as their scales shattered.

Joelson could feel that many pairs of eyes were looking at this side in fear. Those were the other saint-level magical beasts in the Elf Forest.

Joelson simply grabbed the two giant pythons and used them as braids to whip the saint-level magic beasts where they were hiding.

“Awoo!”

A saint-level wind magic wolf howled and ran away with its tail between its legs.

If it was not fast enough, its lower body would have been smashed to pieces.

The giant python swept across and broke a large area of ancient trees like harvesting wheat. A saint-level sabertooth elephant hiding in the dark had no time to dodge. It was sent flying like a rubber bat and crashed into a huge hole in the distance.

Joelson was having a good time.

The entire elven forest was instantly affected. Booming sounds could be heard and it was a mess with the wails of saint-level magical beasts mixed in between.

Joelson was too powerful. In addition, there was a saint-level peak-tier dragon, Du Lu, who was able to suppress them with his aura alone.

The saint-level magical beasts did not dare to resist at all. They could not even think of joining forces to resist.

In the face of absolute strength, no matter how many there were, they would only be cannon fodder. They could only run as fast as they could.

They could not blame Joelson for being brutal.

One had to know that if Joelson did not have the giant dragon Du Lu, these magical beasts would have eaten him to the bone long ago.

The huge commotion attracted the elves from the center of the forest to quickly run out and look in their direction in panic.

They saw an extremely terrifying giant dragon hovering in the sky. A human wearing a magician’s robe was controlling two giant pythons that were thousands of times larger than him with one hand, twining them into a whip and wreaking havoc outside their home.

This scene was too shocking. As if it was the end of the world.

The elves retreated in fear, screams and exclamations in the air.

The hurricane python and the electric python were covered in wounds. The scales on their bodies were almost broken.

Compared to the pain in their bodies, the despair and fear in their hearts shocked them even more.

This was the young man who had caused a huge ruckus in the Elven Holy Land six years ago. He had said that he would come back!

Now, he had really come back!

With unrivaled strength and power.

“Enough!”

A cold shout came from the white pillar of light in the distance and a white stream of light quickly flew toward them.

Joelson chuckled and casually threw the hurricane python and the west Yunnan Python toward the White Stream of light.

The White Stream of light was hit by the two pythons, and with a cry of surprise, the White Stream of light was forced to retreat far away.

The giant hurricane python and the electric python crashed heavily in front of the Elven Holy Land. They crushed a house and collapsed on the ground without moving.

More than half of the bones in their bodies were broken.

A perfect face was revealed in the white flowing light. At this moment, the expression on this perfect face was extremely ugly.

Joelson looked at her and returned to his original calmness and elegance. He said calmly, “Long time no see, Michelia.”

Michelia’s face was cold. She said coldly, “Joelson, you are too much.”

“Is that so?”

Joelson did not care at all. He shook his head and said, “I don’t think so. I’m just suitable for old friends to catch up with.”

The moonlight priestess’s face was ugly. She suppressed her anger and ignored Joelson. Instead, she wrapped the hurricane python and the electric python on the ground with white light and began to heal them.

Joelson commanded Du Lu to fly into the Holy Land of the elves.

Du Lu’s huge body and terrifying draconic might immediately caused a wave of panic and chaos. The timid elves fled in all directions.

Right now, the image of Joelson in their hearts was the same as that of the great demon king.

After waiting for a while, the moonlight priestess walked over expressionlessly.

Behind her, there was a man and woman with injuries on their faces. They were the hurricane python and the electric python in human form.

Their eyes were filled with fear as they looked at Joelson. Joelson swept his gaze over and the two of them instantly flashed over, not daring to take another step forward.

The encounter just now had left a huge shadow in their hearts.

“You know why I’m here.”

Joelson said to Michelle, “I want to take Leas and the Spring of Life.”

Michelia was so angry that she sneered instead. She said coldly, “Don’t forget that you still owe the elf tribe a prophet.”

“The elven race doesn’t need to be restricted anymore.”

Joelson sighed softly.

In the next moment, Du Lu raised his head and roared.

The terrifying power and sound waves scattered all the clouds in the sky for dozens of miles. Countless trees bent down and the leaves fell like raindrops. There were also a few low roars of saint-level magical beasts that represented submission.

Joelson slowly floated up and extended a hand toward Michelia.

The latter floated up without any ability to resist, her face full of humiliation and anger.

“Lady Moonlight Priestess.”

The two hurricane pythons subconsciously wanted to pounce on them.

But Joelson only turned his head to look at them, and that indifferent gaze made their bodies go cold, not daring to move.

Joelson pulled Michelia in front of him, looked directly into his eyes, and said seriously, “I have no intention to hurt you. I just want Leas. I won’t let loneliness and coldness accompany her for her whole life. She is different from you. In exchange...”

He pushed her away and said calmly, “The elven race can receive my protection, the protection of the throne.”

Her chest heaved up and down in anger as she glared at him, her lips tightly shut, unable to speak.

She had never expected that the ordinary human youth with the type eight strength...

That in just six years, he had reached a height that she could not imagine.

After saying all this to Michelia, without caring if she agreed or not, he strode towards the center of the Holy Land.

The thunderbolt on both sides parted in fear. No one dared to stop him.

When he was halfway there, the crowd parted completely. A delicate figure appeared at the end, standing quietly as if waiting for him.

Joelson stopped and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face. He called out softly, “Leas.”

The latter immediately burst into tears.

Leas had become much thinner, looking even more delicate.

Her long, pale golden hair had turned white, adding a sense of holiness and solemnity to her.

Compared to what he remembered, Leas had changed a lot.

But when she looked at Joelson, tears began to roll down her face. She felt as if she had returned to that timid little elf handmaiden.