The Dark Messenger clenched his fists and cursed through gritted teeth, "Just you wait, Wilbur. I'm going to ruin you!" He returned to the basement and sat on Aiden's throne. Half an hour later, a figure appeared in the basement. The sight of the Dark Messenger scared him to his knees, causing him to bow deeply as he said, "A-At your service, H-Honorable Dark M-Messenger." "Stefan, did the Pope tell you to come here?" "Y-Yes." Stefan trembled from head to toe, unable to look at the Dark Messenger as he said, "His Holiness told me to, uhh… to come and check on Aiden. I didn't expect all of this to be your doing, Honorable Dark Messenger! I'm sure there's been a mistake." "There have been no mistakes!" "Y-Yes, of c-course." The Dark Messenger was positively livid. "You imbecile, do you think I killed Aiden and Kino?" Stefan blinked. "Did… Did you not, sir?" The Dark Messenger huffed impatiently. "No. Wilbur Penn did this. He killed Buker, and then Aiden and Kino after tha
Holt looked up, and the Dark Messenger said, "Let me ask you this, Holt. Do you want Skermann to be involved in the Bullard Bay wars too?" "Yes, sir." The Dark Messenger was infuriated and rebuked, "Tell me why you're causing havoc in Bullard Bay! What are your intentions? I need an honest answer from you!" Holt hesitated for a moment and replied, "Sir, the citizens of Bullard Bay are faithless. The Church of Holy Illuminati, as a vassal of Light Valley, must incite conflict in the Bullard Bay region to exert our influence. By causing strife here, the people will suffer, and subsequently develop faith. This will ensure Light Valley's eternal legacy." "Well answered. You know all about Wilbur Penn by now, right?" "Yes, sir." "I need you to lure him out. I don't care what you do, but you need to remember that you can't kill him. I need him alive. Do you understand?" "Don't worry, sir. I will fulfill your orders." There was a hint of intrigue in Holt's gaze as he spoke. He
The Ede military had set up camp at the border between Ede and Skermann in the desert, with large shells aimed at the destroyed border town of Agnas. Holt arrived at the military camp thirty minutes ago and ordered the military to attack Agnas. He also ordered them to be on guard after the attack ended. He did that because he was informed that the cultivators of Skermann had plotted to fight back. According to his initial calculations, the cultivators of Skermann should be hiding at Agnas at the moment. The cultivators surely escaped when the attack started, and they would naturally fight back once the attack ended. A Sanctuary level cultivator alone could take on an army. Holt created some special equipment to fight those cultivators. He was only waiting for the Skermann cultivators to attack so he could take them all out in one go. Most cultivators would stand up for justice. Cultivators existed to maintain world order, after all. Holt was not a fan of anyone who would inte
However, Holt ordered the artillery units to stay low. It seemed like the Ede military was in trouble. The commanding officer grew increasingly anxious as he watched the cultivators getting closer with each passing second. They soon moved past the last firing line, so the commanding officer could only sigh internally at the sight. As the cultivators came closer, Holt abruptly opened his eyes and yelled, "Ice archers, take aim!" Ten ice archers appeared thirty meters in front of Holt. The ice archers were all muscular cultivators with a huge bow in hand. They loaded their arrows after receiving the order from Holt and aimed their arrows at the incoming cultivators. The commanding officer sighed to himself when he saw that and retorted in his mind, 'What year is it now? I can't believe Mister Holt is trying to take them down with such primitive means. We're going against cultivators! Even cannons can't take them down for sure. What makes you think arrows will do the trick?' The c
"Yes, sir." The commanding officer nodded and asked, "Can you tell me how you did it, Mister Holt? Um… Why are the ice archers so powerful?" Holt smirked. He, too, thought it was terrifying before he learned about the power of an evil god. However, Holt possessed those capabilities now, so he felt proud of himself. "It's none of your business. All you need to know is that this power comes from me. As long as I'm here, we'll kill all the cultivators in Skermann within three days. We will crush Skermann to a pulp within ten days. It truly is doomsday for all the Skermann cultivators." "Oh, really?" Suddenly, a powerful energy appeared on top of the military camp. Wilbur levitated in the air as he looked down on Holt and the others. "Holt, don't you think you'll be punished by doing this?" "Pfft. Punished?" Holt sneered coldly and said, "I call the shots here. So, you finally decided to show up, Wilbur Penn. It's a shame that you can't save Skermann on your own. I'll force
The ice arrow had turned to dust when Wilbur looked down again, blown away by the wind. He then turned to look at Holt. With a stomp, Wilbur managed to cause significant cracks in the ground as he shot out quickly, sprinting toward Holt at high speed and grabbing him by the neck. "It's your doomsday, Holt." However, a dark figure flashed by at that moment and appeared right in front of Holt. Wilbur's arm was grabbed by a masked person. When the mask slipped away, it revealed a familiar face. The Dark Messenger looked at Wilbur coldly and said, "We meet again, Wilbur Penn." "What? You?" Wilbur looked at the Dark Messenger in shock. "That's right. It's me." "You!" "Holt belongs to the Light Valley. You need my permission if you want to kill him." "Ha!" Wilbur sneered coldly and said, "So, you knew about Bullard Bay too, but you…" The Dark Messenger choked Wilbur before he could finish his sentence. He lifted Wilbur from the ground and said, "Wilbur Penn, aside from the
Wilbur looked up at the sky. The dragon aura storm emitted a white light all around, and it coalesced into a huge shield. Following that, the hammer smashed down on the shield and created a loud explosion. The shield shook, but it did not shatter. The smash from the hammer created a ripple of energy that spread out in a wave. Whoosh! The rampant energy caused a hurricane, and it spread out everywhere. "Die!" … The hammer kept slamming on the shield formed with dragon aura, but it could not break the shield. The Dark Messenger did not know that Wilbur had spent a year in the mirage dimension with the dragon aura concentration being only a tenth of that on Earth while defeating his mirage. In the mirage dimension, where the dragon aura was only one-tenth of the concentration on Earth, Wilbur used his innate talent to comprehend the method of condensing dragon aura. Using this method, the dragon aura could be condensed into an incredibly tough defensive shield, with a strength
Wilbur continuously channeled the power of light from within him to resist the rampaging dark figures. He knew all too well that if these creatures managed to breach the shield, he would be the next target of their voracious appetite. The dark energy devouring the power of light indeed shocked Wilbur, leaving him feeling both surprised and hopeless. After all, the power of light seemed ineffective against these dark figures. Once his power of light was consumed, Wilbur feared he would be powerless to fight back. Wilbur pondered for a moment, and he knew that he must use his strongest attack quickly. Otherwise, he would not be able to fight back once the light shield shatters. The first dragon cauldron instantly levitated in the air. Wilbur unleashed all his dragon aura to form a white dragon. Then, he recited a spell and executed the Dragon Move with a cry, "The seventh level: The Dragon's Turn!" A gold bead appeared above his head out of thin air as he shouted. Then, the gold