After half-dragonification, Connie's strength had increased by another large step, directly advancing to the rank of a 9th rank knight.

According to Kokonoro's words, even in the dragon blood family, if the first dragonification could achieve such an effect, Connie could also be considered a genius.

After experimenting with Connie, Joelson could be considered to have some confidence in the dragon blood secret art.

"Can the secret technique of dragon blood be used repeatedly? He asked Kokonoro.

Kokonoro's gaze was complicated as he said, "If it's a dragon with different attributes, it's theoretically possible, but no one has ever tried it before."

After all, no one could have as many dragons as he did.

"Okay."

He nodded and instructed Connie to feed the dragons the dragonspine rattan when necessary. Then, he calmly walked towards Du Lu.

Du Lu let out a long roar and tore open his chest with great force. Blood flowed freely.

..

The Church of Light.

The white-robed priest carefully wiped the silver lamps under the cross altar.

These silver lamps were exquisitely shaped. They were enveloped by white light and appeared extremely holy.

Each silver lamp represented a person in the Church of Light who had reached the saint-level. When the silver lamp was extinguished, it meant that a saint-level person had fallen.

In the past few hundred years, other than a few veteran experts whose lifespans had been exhausted and who had gone to the heavenly realm to serve the god of light, no accidents had happened in the Church of Light.

But recently, in just a short month, seven silver lamps had been extinguished in a row.

Recalling the horrifying scene of more than ten silver lamps trembling at the same time a few days ago, and then several of them being extinguished at the same time, the white-robed priest had an indescribable fear.

It was said that it was all because of the enemy of light.

Even the authority of God had been killed.

Right now, the Pope and the others were selecting a new authority of God, and Lord Stanley was leading his disciples to surround the enemy of light.

God of Light, I hope Lord Stanley can bring back good news.

As he was thinking, the white-robed priest subconsciously looked at Stanley's silver lamp.

The light that was slowly burning suddenly began to tremble violently, and the light quickly dimmed.

The white-robed priest's eyes widened, and he subconsciously rushed forward to protect the light. However, before he could reach the silver lamp, the light was completely extinguished.

Immediately after, the light next to Stanley that represented Newman also suddenly went out. It was so fast that it was as if it had been blown out by a naughty child.

The priest in the white robe stood rooted to the ground, unable to speak for a long time. He even thought that there was something wrong with the silver light.

When he woke up, his eyes were filled with great fear and shock. He staggered and ran to the door.

He ran to the church. Many people stood there, and a sense of grief filled the place.

The priest in the white robe saw two broken giant swords on the ground. They were Lord Stanley's swords.

Someone turned around and looked at him with a sad face. He said in a low voice, "Lord Stanley has fallen."

The white-robed priest's pupils contracted. He opened his mouth but did not wait for him to say anything.

A figure on the church's throne stood up. A cold gaze shot down from that dignified face. His eyes sparkled.

The pope's angry voice rang in everyone's ears. "The enemy of light, Joelson Edward. Damn it!"

In the year 4396 of the light calendar, following the heavy casualties of the Holy Church's judicial group, the Holy Church's peak saint-level powerhouse, the former commander of the Knights of Light, Stanley, had died at the hands of Joelson.

The Pope of Light was furious.

The continent was shaken, and the name of Joelson Edward, the glory of the violets, once again resounded throughout the entire continent.

Countless people were watching and hoping that this sun-level genius who had never been seen before would die like a meteor after being dazzling, or would he step on the bones of the Holy Church and step on the legendary throne that belonged to him.

..

Joelson still didn't know what was happening outside. Even if he knew, he wouldn't take it to heart.

Compared to taking the dragon blood potion before.

The pain of the dragon blood secret art was more than ten times stronger.

The scalding dragon blood splashed all over his body as if he was bathing in molten iron. The skin and flesh all over his body were scalded and then grew under the powerful vitality of the dragon blood. After that, he was scalded, again and again, repeating the cycle.

During this process, there were countless strange forces trying their best to burrow into Joelson's body.

Joelson could not help but admire Connie. Under such pain, she, an ordinary person, was able to withstand it. It was indeed remarkable.

Time passed by for an unknown amount of time. It was as long as a century.

When Joelson could no longer feel pain and the surface of his body was boiling hot, a force surged out from his back and sent him out.

The blood cocoon that wrapped Joelson broke in mid-air.

A perfect and strong body stretched out and landed steadily on the ground.

Joelson opened his eyes and golden light flashed in his pupils.

His body let out an explosive sound.

Joelson's body slowly floated up. He looked at his hands and felt that there was an unimaginable power surging in them.

Saint-level!

A saint-level knight was able to float in the air purely by relying on his physical body.

It was a powerful feeling that he had never felt before.

He casually threw a punch and a small vacuum appeared in the air, followed by a sharp air-piercing sound.

The speed of his punch exceeded the speed of sound and had already triggered a sonic boom. One could imagine how terrifying the instantaneous explosive power of Joelson was now.

The painstaking efforts of a saint-level pinnacle Du Lu, coupled with the fact that Joelson had once consumed the dragon blood potion and had a trace of the dragon bloodline power hidden in his body completely activated, brought about a change that Joelson did not dare to imagine.

"Again!" Joelson shouted in a deep voice and flew to the steel dragon.

The steel dragon did not hesitate. A sharp dark golden light flashed on its claws. It forcefully tore open its chest and allowed Joelson to squeeze in.

The steel dragon's blood was like molten metal, thick and heavy.

During the process, it was as if countless daggers had cut through Joelson's body. The pain was much greater than before.

Three days later, the steel dragon let out a muffled groan.

A dark golden light shot out from its chest and turned into Joelson's figure on the grass.

The steel dragon fell to the ground weakly.

Joelson walked straight to the farmland. With a wave of his hand, the crops in the farmland seemed to have been cut by invisible sharp blades and fell one after another.

Whether they were mature or not, Joelson grabbed them and strode to the steel dragon's side.

The Steel Dragon opened its mouth and swallowed the dragonspine rattan and dragontooth grass. Its eyes began to shine again.

When the steel dragon's condition was completely stable, Joelson heaved a sigh of relief.

Turning to look at Du Lu, Du Lu also looked much better.

Expending so much effort was also a big burden for a saint-level dragon.

Fortunately, both of them grew up eating farm crops, so their vitality was much stronger than ordinary dragons.

"Thank you," Joelson said to Du Lu and the steel dragon seriously.