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nDon Quixote looked at Stephanie, who was holding back her tears to prevent herself from crying. His heart was moved.

nHe had never seen his proud sister cry for any man.

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nShe was…

n“Someone’s Coming!” Stuart’s voice sounded.

nEveryone immediately grabbed their weapons and assumed a tense stance.

nA sound came from the bushes. Someone was walking towards them through the bushes.

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nEveryone stared in the direction where the sound came from.

nThe grass shook, and a fair and slender hand moved away from the branches and slowly walked out.

nHe was still as handsome as before. Who else could it be but Joelson?

n“Edward!”

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n“Joelson!”

nA few surprised cries sounded.

nStephanie 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.

nJoelson smiled at the crowd and nodded.

n“You escaped!”

n“Are you hurt?!”

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nEveryone gathered around, especially the students of Tulip Academy.

n“Did Fenrir catch up?!” Don Quixote asked in a low voice.

nThe atmosphere became tense again, and everyone felt relieved again.

n“Joelson!”

nStewart and Gemini Star took out all the magic beast cores collected by the old students and handed them to Joelson.

n“Take the magic beast essence crystals and leave immediately. We’ll help you stall Fenrir!”

nStewart and the others looked determined.

nWhat right did they have to stall Fenrir?

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nNaturally, they were determined to die!

nJoelson had saved them once. Now, it was their turn.

nFaced with everyone’s performance, Joelson chuckled and casually shook his mage robe.

nA round thing fell under everyone’s feet.

nThey looked over.

nEveryone’s eyes widened and they immediately sucked in a breath of cold air.

nThey only saw the despair and shock on their pale faces before they died. It was a familiar look.

nIt was Ernesto Xiu.

nHe was actually dead!

nEveryone was stunned for a moment and could not speak for a long time.

n“You… How did you kill him? Where’s Fenrir the undead wolf?!”

nSomeone asked in surprise.

nJoelson did not explain.

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nEveryone did not ask any more questions.

nEveryone had their own secrets.

n“We can finally get out!”

nSomeone 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!”

nThe eyes of the others were filled with excitement.

nFrom the beginning, they only wanted to try their best to survive. Now that they saw the hope of winning, this happiness came too suddenly.

nAnd the one who brought all of this was Joelson!

nJoelson smiled and raised his eyebrows slightly. He said with a smile, “Killing magical beasts? Hehe, human heads are more valuable.”

nEveryone suddenly looked at Joelson with shock in their eyes.

nJoelson stood on Du Lu’s back. The terrifying body of the giant dragon cast a shadow on the ground.

nThe remaining trial-takers of the Dark Church ran desperately in the jungle.

nEveryone’s face was filled with fear, panic, and despair.

nThere were dragons!

nThere were dragons chasing after them!

nJoelson 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.

nOn 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.

nEven if the people of the Dark Church were stronger, they could not avoid the fate of being massacred.

nJoelson stood in the air like a god, overlooking the entire scene.

nOnce 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.

nWhen the people of the Dark Church saw this scene, they immediately lost all their fighting spirit and obediently waited to be captured.

nSwoosh!

nDon Quixote slowly put away his knight’s longsword, and a human head rolled under his feet.

nThe fifth one.

nDon Quixote silently counted in his heart.

nStephanie 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.

nDon Quixote frowned slightly and said, “Girl, don’t make yourself too bloody.”

nStephanie seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly threw away the heads in her hands.

nUsing the blade as a mirror, she carefully wiped the bloodstains on her face.

nWhen 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.

n“A total of eighteen heads!”

nEveryone gathered together and piled the “spoils of war” in front of Joelson.

nEighteen heads piled up into a small hill, and the scene was very horrifying.

n“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.”

nJoelson nodded, very satisfied with the result.

n“In that case, you guys gather the scattered survivors and leave first.”

nCounting the time, only ten days had passed. There were still five days left before the trial’s deadline.

nHowever, with the trial’s current situation, there wasn’t much meaning to continue staying in the magical beast forest.

n“Joelson, do you still want to stay here?”

nDon Quixote couldn’t help but ask.

nThe others also looked at him curiously.

nJoelson nodded slightly and said, “I still have to go to another place.”

nJoelson looked in a certain direction and said with a certain meaning, “There is still one more step to take to win this trial.”

nEveryone was stunned for a moment and suddenly understood.

nLooking at Joelson’s back, they did not know whether they should be amazed or admire him.

nJoelson was probably going to find trouble with the trial-takers of the Holy See.

nLouis sat on the grass. The knights and priests of the Holy See were all gathered by him and were quietly resting.

nThere was a shocking-looking depression on his chest. It was the spot where he was injured by Fenrir three days ago.

nHe 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.

n‘If everything went well, there might be a chance of winning.’ Louis thought to himself.

nAt this moment, the sky suddenly darkened.

nThe priests and knights cried out in alarm.

nLouis looked up and saw a pair of huge golden-red pupils, filled with endless violence and madness.

nA dragon!

nLouis’ heart trembled.

nThe holy sword was unsheathed, and bright holy light shone.

nHe was prepared to fight, but the dragon did not seem to have any intention of attacking them.

nJust as Louis was feeling puzzled, his pupils suddenly contracted slightly.

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