At this moment, Holt glared coldly at Bernal, shouting angrily, "Bernal, do you realize who you're talking to? I am the Pope! Do you think I am less than an ordinary Church member in your eyes?" "Please, Your Holiness, demonstrate Illuminos." "Insolence!" "Bernal, you have disappointed me greatly. Now, I, Holt, as the Pope, hereby strip you of your title as Cardinal and expel you from the Church. From this moment on, you are no longer a member of our Church. Begone!" Hearing this, Bernal gritted his teeth and said coldly, "Why is it that everyone else can perform the Illuminos, a very simple spell, but you, Your Holiness, dare not? It seems Wilbur was right. You have sacrificed your soul to the evil god and become its puppet. Isn't that the real reason you refuse to perform Illuminos?" Bernal's eyes widened, and in the next instant, a beam of white light pierced through his chest. Holt, with a dark expression, watched as Bernal fell to the ground, full of resentment. He said
"Hahaha!" The Dark Messenger sneered and said, "Do you really think you have such a chance? Holt, don't forget that you are just my puppet now. You are my slave. You will do whatever I command. You have no choice." Wilbur looked at Holt, now reduced to a mere puppet, with a shocked expression. It was hard to believe that the former powerful figure who once controlled the entire Bullard Bay region had fallen to such a fate. With a stern face, the Dark Messenger continued, "Holt, now I will transfer my energy to you. You must defeat Wilbur for me and kill him with your own hands." Holt, with cold eyes fixed on Wilbur, said, "I've always wanted to kill him. Before, I didn't have the strength to slay Wilbur, but if you, Dark Messenger, can make me stronger, I am willing to kill Wilbur for you!" "Don't worry, Holt. The power I give you will be more than enough to defeat Wilbur." Powerful energy emanated from the Dark Messenger, quickly channeling into Holt's body. Wilbur could cle
"Here, have a little present." Holt sent more crushed rocks spinning out, encased in dark energy as they hurtled toward Wilbur. Wilbur backed up quickly at the sight, channeling his dragon aura once more to form a dragon aura storm. The crushed rocks decreased in speed upon coming into contact with the dragon aura storm before stopping around a meter from Wilbur. Holt darted up behind the crushed rocks, his gaze cold. "You might have been able to take one of my attacks, but how about a second one?" Just as Holt finished his sentence, he struck the crushed rocks once more. The powerful dark energy exploded at once as countless crushed rocks flew out. Just then, the Light Helmet on Wilbur's head sensed the threat and activated a light barrier that covered him completely so the crushed rocks bounced away harmlessly. Wilbur looked around, but Holt was nowhere to be seen. All of a sudden, a wave of dark energy descended around Wilbur in the shape of a ball with Holt standing on to
Following that, Wilbur escaped the underground palace as fast as he could. The Dark Messenger smirked. "These dragon clan cultivators sure are something different, aren't they? I guess I really underestimated you, Wilbur Penn." Holt was furious. "What the hell! Why did you let him get away?" The Dark Messenger brought his sword down, slashing through Holt's body from his left shoulder to his right belly. Black, viscous liquid gushed out as the wound began healing on its own, and Holt stared at it in shock and terror. "Remember, you're no more than a puppet of mine. You have no right to speak to me however you want to." Following that, the Dark Messenger turned away and began walking out of the underground palace by following Wilbur's aura. However, by the time he had reached the streets outside, Wilbur's aura had completely disappeared. "That f*cking bastard got away." Over the other end, Wilbur concealed his aura upon fleeing the underground palace. He changed his appear
"However, from the way things are going now, we might not need to do so anymore." "What? Why? Would you rather have Bullard Bay suffer through this endless war, General Arthur?" "No, no, Mister Penn. I think you've misunderstood me. You might not know this yet, but all the fighting across Bullard Bay ended all of a sudden earlier this afternoon. The war across the entire Bullard Bay stopped in just an hour." "That really is a miracle." Wilbur was stunned at the news as well. He knew that stopping the war would be a difficult feat if they were to go on. They would require at least three to five months of negotiations and signing quite a few peace treaties. The Church of Holy Illuminati had single-handedly started the Bullard Bay war and it would definitely be much easier for them to take care of the situation. However, despite all that, ending the war in an hour was still mind-boggling. What Wilbur did not know was that Bernal had been one of Holt's most favored right-hand m
After all, those two were terrifyingly powerful. The members of the Church of Holy Illuminati were spread across the world, and Wilbur was at risk of being spotted wherever he went. Alik might not be a part of Bullard Bay, but Holt and the Dark Messenger were sure to be hot on Wilbur's heels the moment they heard anything. Thus, the best plan of action was to be as careful as possible. Wilbur was focused on finding the remaining four fragments to assemble the ninth dragon cauldron, and then meeting Senior Fremont to find out the secret of the dragon clan. Wilbur's powers would surely improve significantly then, and he would not have to fear Holt or the Dark Messenger anymore. Of course, Wilbur had also prepared in case any incidents popped up in the process. Three hours later, the plane landed in Filate, the capital of Alik. Alik, like Skermann, was a coastal state and its capital Filate was also near the sea. It was one o'clock in the afternoon when Wilbur landed. He felt li
At the same time, Holt and the Dark Messenger walked out of the Filate International Airport. They got into a taxi, and the Dark Messenger said, "Has Wilbur really reached Alik?" The taxi driver said, "Yes, Honorable Dark Messenger. Someone saw him rent a ship earlier this afternoon to sail out, and he hasn't returned yet. He's probably out there looking for treasure." "Ah, he's searching for the sixth dragon cauldron fragment." "The what now?" Holt frowned. "Are you talking about the Dragon Cauldrons from Dasha? Can special powers be stored in those things?" The Dark Messenger glanced at Holt. "Don't you even know that? From what I've been told, Wilbur has met some powerful elite and he's currently looking for the Nine Dragon Cauldrons. Once he gathers all nine cauldrons, that elite will grant a wish of his. He's collected eight of them so far. The ninth dragon cauldron was broken back in the day into nine separate fragments. Wilbur has recovered five of the fragments, an
Over on the island, a breeze combed through the air as Wilbur suddenly thought of something his master Orkot had once said. "There's a special kind of formation that exists in the upper dimensions. Its core pillar of support is usually a rock, a flower, or a drop of water. The cultivator can enter the formation whenever they please and change the speed of time once they are in it. It's called the arcane formation, and only dimension guardians and a few immensely skilled cultivators have mastered it." "An arcane formation?" Wilbur opened his eyes. Despite Orkot only having mentioned the formation in passing conversation, Wilbur had committed it to memory for how special it was. A cultivator could alter the speed of time within an arcane formation, like multiplying it to flow ten, even a hundred times faster than it did on Earth. Only a day on earth might have passed, but that might amount to ten, or a hundred days in an arcane formation. Wilbur had an even stronger impression