The Fall of the Saint-Level
Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL
Ernesto's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
He was also a level-8 mage, but in the time it took for him to cast a level-8 spell, Joelson had already cast four or five level-8 spells at the Dark Church.
Did this guy not even need to chant a spell?!
Joelson was like a chasm, cutting off the path between the Dark Church and the two empires.
After a series of explosions, not only did the Dark Church not manage to catch up to Quixote and the others, many of them even died.
"You want to be the savior?!"
Ernesto's expression was ferocious. He stared at Joelson and said fiercely, "Then you can stay!"
Ernesto had temporarily given up on the idea of killing the trial-takers of the two empires. He only wanted to kill Joelson now.
The head of a Tier 8 mage, 400 points.
Plus, a giant dragon.
This was a priceless treasure!
Ernesto Xiu revealed a proud expression.