《Breeding Dragons From Today》Chapter 324: Counter-Killing the Overseer. The Giant Dragon Was in Danger?
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"Impossible! All of us watched as you rose to become a god. After killing the overseer, you left the Land of Slaughter. How could you have become the overseer again?"
Raziel still didn't dare to believe this reality.
"That's right. I did kill the overseer, and I was indeed about to leave the Land of Slaughter, but!"
"Soon, I witnessed the omnipotent power and majesty of Lord Augustellan. I chose to submit and become a new Watcher. I will stay in the Land of Slaughter and monitor you damned traitors on behalf of the Lord!"
The Barnards' faces were equally cold. They spoke at the same time, and their voices were either sharp or hoarse. It was extremely strange when they were mixed together.
Every single one of these people was Barnard, or rather, every single one of them was his divine clone.
Raziel was stunned and Joelson instantly understood.
A group of lambs who no longer wished to endure the fate of being slaughtered. Every single day, they would plot to kill the shepherd dog and escape the cage.
Only when they chose to break out of the cage did they discover that the butcher's shepherd dog had long ago been mixed into the flock of lambs. This was a plan that was destined to fail.
The other god-level Watcher began to laugh loudly, his gaze towards Raziel filled with disdain and ridicule.
"Lord Augustellan is omniscient and omnipotent. How could you lowly ants escape the Lord's control? And you even dare to dream of breaking through to become a god in the blink of an eye and escaping from the Land of Slaughter. How laughable!"
Raziel's faith instantly crumbled in the face of the cruel truth. He stared at Barnard, his expression absent-minded.
He murmured to himself, "How is this possible? You aren't Barnard at all. You are lying to me. Barnard has long since fled the Land of Slaughter, right?"
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At this moment, no one was speaking to Raziel anymore. Barnard's several divine clones and another god attacked at the same time.
Raziel had been destroyed by that terrifying power, leaving behind only two divine spark crystals that were glowing with an earthen yellow light and a blood-red light.
At this moment, a hint of pity and commiseration couldn't help but appear in Joelson's eyes.
"There's still one more deity-level left?"
After dealing with Raziel, the Watcher turned his head, smiling as he looked at Joelson. "Haha, Barnard, is this part of your plan as well?"
Barnard's face was ice-cold and he didn't reply.
"Just now, I saw that this fellow seemed to want to make a move. A puny deity-level wants to interfere in a battle between gods? Haha."
The Watcher walked forward, casually waving out a terrifying blood-red light, as though wanting to wipe out Joelson.
Up until now, there was no sign of fear or panic on Joelson's face.
He calmly faced the blood-red light that was attacking him, not moving at all. They looked at each other as though giving up on resisting.
"Giving up on resisting? Or are you scared silly?"
The monitor laughed softly. Suddenly, he froze on the spot in shock. The smile on his face froze.
The attack that he had unleashed shattered Joelson into pieces. After the void shook, his figure disappeared.
"Damn it! It's fake?"
The monitor cried out in both anger and surprise, "What the hell, where did it go?"
In the next moment, the void in front of him shook and a crack suddenly appeared. A long spear with dark red lightning wrapped around it, containing an extremely terrifying power, pierced toward his face.
The monitor's eyes widened. He subconsciously wanted to retreat and dodge but it was too late.
The dark red lightning shattered the void. The blood-red light that came into contact with the lightning instantly shattered and disintegrated. It could not resist the advance of the long spear at all. In the end, it pierced straight into the monitor's chest and shook violently.
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Boom!
A terrifying explosion rang out, accompanied by the mournful screams of the monitor. His body continued to shatter and, in the end, he was completely destroyed by the dark-red lightning.
A blood-red divine spark appeared. Trembling, it wanted to flee but it was grabbed tightly by a slender hand that stretched out from the void, then retracted.
The spectating Barnard's eyes suddenly shot out with intense light. Several figures simultaneously struck out with attacks that belonged to gods.
However, that tear in the void had quickly healed. In the darkness, it seemed as though a pair of cold eyes had stared deeply at him, then completely disappeared.
A few terrifying waves of energy attacked, completely shattering the void around Joelson, but no one could be seen.
Space once more split apart, and another Watcher walked out. His face was extremely unsightly, and he roared furiously, "What the hell is going on? Why is he able to kill my slaughter clone? Barnard, you have to give me an explanation!"
Several Barnards stared coldly at him at the same time. The Watcher unconsciously took a few steps back, his face pale.
He had almost been blinded by rage. Now that he had lost his slaughter clone, he was no longer a match for Barnard.
Barnard stared at the spot where Joelson had disappeared, his eyes flashing. No one knew what he was thinking about.
After staring for a long time, his clones changed. Their auras once more fell back to the peak of the demigod level, returning to the Land of Slaughter, becoming one supreme expert after another.
Joelson appeared in the space of the ranch.
Everything was just as he had expected. The worst had happened.
However, he still felt that this was normal. Since Barnard's situation had already happened once, how could the master of the Land of Slaughter be so foolish as to only arrange for an early-stage god-level Watcher to guard it?
The Lord Augustellan that Barnard had mentioned was someone who could make the talented and intelligent Barnard voluntarily submit. He didn't know what sort of power he would have.
A highgod? Or a sovereign?
Joelson didn't know, but he had a vague premonition that in the future, he would definitely have to fight against him!
Joelson looked around him, and his expression suddenly froze. He discovered that the entire space of the ranch was completely empty. Aside from the sleeping divine, Du Lu and the other dragons weren't there.
Had they gone to the runic lands?
Just as Joelson was speculating, a low voice suddenly rang out by his ear.
"You should go there and take a look as soon as possible."
He turned his head and the Dark Demon Dragon opened its eyes and stared at him.
"Your dragons seem to have encountered a threat in the runic land. Those three brats have already rushed over."
This was the first time the Dark Demon Dragon had taken the initiative to communicate with him but he couldn't care less about that.
He was anxious.
Du Lu and the others were in danger in the runic land?
What else could threaten them in the runic land?
"Go!"
Joelson said in a low voice and flew onto the Dark Demon Dragon's back.
With the increase in intimacy and Joelson's strength, the Dark Demon Dragon no longer rejected Joelson and could accept him riding on its back.
The Dark Demon Dragon growled and turned into a stream of light. It quickly swam into the entrance of the rune land and disappeared.
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