"Amazing, truly amazing. As expected of the number one magic genius in the history of the Alcott Empire."

The figure sighed regretfully and said, "Unfortunately, the last seed of darkness was also wasted."

"It was you?"

Joelson narrowed his eyes slightly.

They were very strong. They did not look like bandits at all. Instead, they looked like a team of trained killers.

The figure in the black fog laughed weirdly.

Having received his signal, a group of men in black with short swords in their hands pounced on Joelson.

Each of their swords emitted a faint layer of black light.

They looked evil and strange.

Their strength was all above tier 6.

Joelson's expression was grave.

His first reaction was to retreat quickly!

It was as if eyes had grown out of Joelson's back. He retreated quickly along the entrance of the hall.

The men in black followed closely behind.

The frightened servants all hid.

Leas went forward and hugged the two children who were crying loudly in fear. She quickly chased them out of the door.

A look of fear flashed across Beard's face, but he still followed quietly.

He was really curious about the extent of Joelson's strength.

Old Morgan stared blankly at Mrs Rossetti, who he had killed with his own hands. His eyes lost their spirit, but he quickly became determined and stopped looking at her.

Compared to a vicious woman, it was clear that Joelson was much more important in his heart.

Just as the men in black rushed out of the gate of the Baron's residence, their footsteps suddenly became difficult.

It was a level-6 water spell, frost.

Before they could break free, an ocean of flames poured down like a tsunami.

The scorching flames were emitting high temperatures, and even their hair was emitting a burnt smell.

Finally, there were some fluctuations on their cold faces, which were filled with fear.

It was a very scary thing to be ambushed by a powerful spell prepared by a level-6 mage.

When a knight could not get close to a mage, he could only become a jumping flea or a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Even Don Quixote could only dodge Joelson's level 6 spell, let alone them.

How could he be so fast?!

Besides the speed of Joelson's retreat, he also had the speed of his casting!

"Oh! My God of Magic!"

Beard shouted as if he was in a dream, "Instant cast? Level-six magic? I must be dreaming, right?!"

Instant cast magic, instant cast high-level magic.

This was too terrifying.

Seeing that the group of people were about to be completely annihilated before they could even touch the corner of Joelson's clothes.

A cold snort came from the air.

A strange black fog spread out, enveloping most of the black-clothed people like a gauze net.

Flames poured down, and the black fog quickly melted.

However, the black fog seemed to have some strange properties, and the intense burning flames were also eroded and melted.

When the black fog was completely burned up by the flames.

The black-clothed people also barely broke free from the shackles under their feet, and quickly retreated.

Joelson's gaze was fixed on the figure in the black fog, and he slowly uttered a sentence.

"Tier 8 knight."

The figure in the black fog did not respond to his words and took the lead to charge at him.

The figures that appeared from time to time were like ghosts.

Tier 8 knight!

Joelson held his tungsten wood staff tightly. This was the strongest opponent he had ever met.

Moreover, it was not a competition.

This time, it was a battle of life and death.

The water and fire elements gathered towards him at the same time, condensing into strange red and blue ice blades in the void in front of Joelson.

The ice blades were still burning with flames.

Beard was so scared that he almost jumped up. He shouted, "Water... water and fire elements, dual-element magic?!"

The flaming ice blades shot out rapidly.

The figure in the black fog released rays of black light.

They collided with the ice blades.

A violent explosion.

Combat aura was released.

True combat aura was released, the symbol of a high-level grand knight.

"It's useless."

The figure sneered and said, "I know your methods very well. When your magic power is exhausted, I will personally bring you back and feed you the seed of darkness. Edward, the God of Darkness needs believers with excellent qualities like you."

With the protection of the high-ranked knights, the men in black finally approached Joelson.

Joelson used the ring of fire several times to force them to retreat.

However, among the dozen or so tier 6 knights, one or two of them could catch the gap between Joelson's magic and seize the opportunity to rush to his side.

The two men in black appeared behind Joelson almost at the same time. They raised their short knives that were emitting a cold light, and their eyes revealed a fierce look.

"Be careful!"

Leas could not help but cry out in worry.

Joelson's expression was calm, and his body suddenly retreated.

His shoulders happened to land on the chests of the two ambushers.

Crack!

The crisp sound of ribs breaking could be heard.

The two men's faces were filled with astonishment.

The next second.

A fierce expression appeared on Joelson's face. The sharp end of the tungsten wood magic staff stabbed into the chest of the men in black.

It pierced straight through!

He pulled it out, and the blood that spurted out drew a horrifying line on Joelson's face.

Then, he waved his hand.

Bang!

The power of a seventh-tier knight was completely unleashed.

With the blessing of the dragon blood, his pure strength even surpassed that of an eighth-tier knight.

The head of the man in black exploded like a watermelon.

Red blood mixed with white brain matter flew out.

Two broken corpses fell weakly to the ground.

Without any expression on his face, Joelson used his mage robe to gently wipe off the blood stains on his face.

Fortunately, Dean Harriet did not lie to him.

The tungsten wood magic staff was indeed very hard!

His cold gaze swept across the entire scene, and everyone felt a sense of horror as if they were being targeted by a terrifying magical beast.

Everyone was stunned.

What was this?!

A mage who had used his staff to blow up the head of a tier-6 knight?!

The people in Black were stunned. They could still see the shock and disbelief on the face of one of their dead companions.

The figure in the black fog also stopped attacking.

Beard's mouth was wide open. He blinked blankly and turned to old Morgan. "Are you sure that your son went to a mage academy and not a knight academy? !"

What a surprise!

There was a brief silence on the field.

Suddenly, a burst of ecstatic laughter burst out.

"Hahaha! The blessing of the Dark God! Joelson Edward, I swear that you will become one of the most promising children of darkness in the Dark Church. Follow me and join the arms of the Dark God!"

The Dark Church.

Joelson silently memorized the name, and his eyes became colder and colder.

This time, all the black-clothed men became a little fearful.

They did not dare to engage in close combat with a seventh-rank knight.

"Trash!"

The figure in the black fog cursed, and a strange voice came out of his roar, as if he was chanting an ancient incantation.