Breeding Dragons From Today-Novel

Chapter 266: Golden Lion’s Near Death. Scheme of the Demi-Demons

Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL

The Dark Throne was not nervous. Instead, it calmly explained, “I don’t know. Someone in the Dark Church has betrayed me. I will make those traitors pay the price.”

“The demi-demons only came out to poison the continent when we were not here. When we return, we can still suppress them again, just like five thousand years of money. Now, the most important thing is the divine personality.”

The Flame Throne opened its mouth to speak.

Archer was speechless by the words of the others. His eyes were complicated, and his expression kept changing.

The three thrones had made the right choice. If it were him, he would definitely agree with this decision, but it was Joelson.

“Archer.”

A cold voice sounded in his ear. Archer turned his head and found that Joelson was looking at him coldly.

“One for each of us. We’re even.”

Joelson said to him indifferently. Then he turned to the three thrones and said mockingly, “Do you want the divine spark? Are you sure you’re ready to face the Dark Demon Dragon head-on?”

The three thrones were stunned.

Suddenly, the Flame Monarch’s expression changed drastically. He shouted in a low voice, “Damn it, we’ve been tricked by this kid. He wants to run away!”

The three thrones immediately reacted and sealed the void at the same time. However, Joelson’s figure was becoming dimmer and dimmer as he disappeared in front of them with a mocking look on his face.

“Chase!”

..

There were demi-demons everywhere.

Moreover, this batch of demi-demons had the bloodline of winged humans mixed in. Not only could they fly but their bodies were also extremely agile and their attacks were fierce. Oswede heard his companions dying amidst the screams of pain.

“Damn it!”

Oswede only protected the little girl in his arms. He waved the longsword in his hand and, every time he attacked, he could release powerful golden flames and kill a large number of demi-demons.

He could not care about anyone else. He could only take the little girl and escape to the south.

This place was not far from the battle line. Perhaps they would encounter reinforcements.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be fine.”

Oswede flew in the air and gently comforted the little girl in his arms. The little girl stared at him with her eyes wide open. She had already forgotten about her fear.

Oswede turned around and looked at the sub-demons that were getting further and further away. He secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

At this moment, a soft laugh suddenly sounded in his ears. It was as if someone was clapping their hands gently.

“It’s the Golden Lion again. You managed to escape the last time. You won’t be so lucky this time.”

A handsome and elegant young man in a black-and-gold robe appeared in front of Oswede. He was looking at him with a smile.

The moment he saw this person, a chill rose from the bottom of Oswede’s heart and spread throughout his body.

His gaze gradually became solemn as he read out his name with difficulty.

“Child of Darkness, Webster.”

Oswede subconsciously hugged the little girl in his arms tightly. He took a deep breath and held the longsword with one hand.

“Still want to resist?”

Webster yawned out of boredom.

Oswede took advantage of the moment when he was most relaxed and thrust his sword forward.

The golden flame combat aura turned into a huge light blade, rippling in the air with terrifying momentum.

But Webster just casually slapped it, as if he was driving away an annoying fly.

Oswede’s full-strength attack was easily shattered by him.

The two of them were not on the same level at all.

Oswede’s heart sank completely. His face was bitter and he almost could not hold his sword.

Powerlessness, despair. This was a feeling that was even more painful than death.

A cold little hand slowly caressed Oswede’s cheek.

Oswede was stunned. He lowered his head and saw the little girl quietly looking at him.

“I’m not afraid.”

She said softly.

Oswede almost cried. A wave of courage rose from the bottom of his heart and his gaze gradually became firm.

He could die but the little girl in his arms could not die here!

A powerful aura suddenly rose from Oswede’s body.

The golden flame rose sharply, quickly rising to a realm comparable to Webster’s.

“Amazing.”

Webster’s face revealed a slight surprise and he praised, “He actually burned his combat aura origin. Truly amazing. As expected of the Golden Lion.”

“Scum!”

Oswede cursed in a low voice and slashed out with his sword.

Webster did not dare to take it head-on. He temporarily dodged but he took this opportunity to quickly escape. His speed was more than twice as fast as before.

Webster shook his head in disappointment. “So you’re still a coward, hehe.”

Webster’s figure disappeared into the air.

...

Oswede’s face was pale and blood kept oozing out of the corner of his mouth. The armor on his back was almost completely shattered.

He took Webster’s attack head-on and, in order to protect the little girl in his arms, he could feel that his internal organs had been shattered.

He did not know how much longer he could hold on.

The little girl in his arms desperately used her hands to wipe away the blood that spurted out of his mouth, as if this would prevent his injuries from becoming more serious.

Oswede’s figure swayed in the air.

Webster followed behind him leisurely, enjoying this cat-and-mouse game.

“The Golden Lion is indeed worthy of being called the Golden Lion. Ten minutes ago, I thought you were going to die.”

Heartfelt praise came from behind him. Oswede’s advance was already blurred.

Was he going to reach it?

Oswede himself did not know where his destination was. It was only an obsession that kept him moving forward.

At least...

He could not watch her die with his own eyes.

A bitter smile appeared on Oswede’s face. Power was continuously flowing out of his body. He was like a bird with broken wings, slowly falling down.

‘I can’t do it. I really have no strength left.’

Oswede looked at the little girl crying in front of him. His lips trembled. He wanted to say something but he couldn’t make a sound.

He saw Webster slowly raise his right hand and black light gathered in his palm.

“Since you want to protect her, then die with her.”

Webster looked at him with pity.

Suddenly, a dazzling white light rose like a comet and quickly slashed toward Webster.

The warm white light enveloped Oswede and his life force returned to his body.

A great healing spell?

Oswede opened his eyes with difficulty. He saw a woman with six light wings on her back and an extremely perfect face descending from the sky.

She was followed by dozens of saint-level masters.

It was her!

A ray of hope shot out of Oswede’s eyes.

Holy Zither.

It was saved.

The little girl hugged Oswede tightly. The two of them lay on the ground, leaning against each other. Someone was constantly casting healing spells on their bodies and the injuries in their bodies were getting better.

Turning to look at Webster, Oswede’s face revealed a smile that belonged to the victor.

In the end, he survived, along with the people he wanted to protect.

‘Now, the one who should escape was you.’

What was surprising was that Webster did not show any signs of panic when seeing Holy Zither and the many saint-level masters. Instead, he revealed a smug smile.

“It’s alright.”

Webster patted his chest and sighed, “I’m really afraid that this guy won’t be able to attract you even if he dies.”

Huh?