Lost somewhere in the divine kingdom.

The dense forest was like a treant forest waiting for its prey. Under the reflection of the blood-red light screen, the forest was covered by a faint layer of blood-red light, adding a strange aura to it.

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In the dense forest.

Joelson held a long sword in one hand, the tip of the sword hanging by his feet.

His slender figure projected a long figure in the dense forest.

Under his feet were more than ten corpses with their upper and lower bodies completely separated. There were smooth and flat marks on the wounds. Even the blood was no longer flowing.

All the corpses were wearing black armor. They were people from the God of Slaughter.

At this moment, there was the last survivor among the people from the God of Slaughter.

This survivor was nervously looking at Joelson, his narrowed pupils revealing an extremely terrified gaze.

Just now, the dozen of them had encountered Joelson. They had originally thought that he was another prey, but they hadn't expected that they would encounter the dragon rider who had killed almost everyone in the Slaughter Divine Kingdom in the trial plane.

They had a total of more than ten demigods. Two of them were peak-stage demigod experts.

But in front of the dragon rider, they didn't even have time to flee.

In just an instant.

He didn't even have time to react. He didn't even know what had happened when he saw the upper bodies of the other ten or so people fall neatly from their legs.

This survivor looked at Joelson and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. His legs couldn't help but tremble. He wanted to ask for mercy, but his mouth was already out of control, and he couldn't open it no matter what.

Joelson glanced indifferently at this demigod of the Divine Kingdom of Slaughter.

He had already decided that before the final trial began, he would collect the other two keys. In this way, whether it was the sovereign's legacy or the lost divine kingdom, they would all eventually belong to him.

However, in these past few days, he had met a few more groups of people from the Divine Kingdom of Slaughter, but no one knew the locations of the first and second-ranked Wilfrid and Bartholomew.

This person in front of him had spared his life in order to ask for their locations.

Unfortunately, this person didn't know their exact locations either.

However, it wasn't as if he hadn't gained anything. Through this demigod, he knew that Wilfrid and Bartholomew had gathered more than three hundred people and were on their way to the center of the fallen divine kingdom to prepare for the final trial.

Joelson stared at the blood-red screen of light floating in the sky, his gaze focused.

Including the group of people he had just killed, this was the twelfth group of people he had encountered in the past ten days since he had entered the fallen divine kingdom. These twelve groups of people added up to nearly two hundred people and, without exception, all of them had been killed by him.

Although almost all of them had been killed in an instant, leaving no chance for them to contact Wilfrid and Bartholomew.

But the two of them had definitely learned of the deaths of these people from the loss of the communication magic crystal.

At the same time, they should be able to guess that it was him who had done it.

After all, every time someone from the Slaughter Divine Kingdom lost contact with him, his score on the blood-red screen would rise by quite a bit. Even if the two of them were idiots, they should be able to guess who had done it.

The demigod looked at the silent dragon rider, a wave of terror spreading through his entire body. He tried his best to control himself, wanting to open his mouth and beg for mercy.

"Milord, I..." The demigod mustered up his courage. He had just opened his mouth but, before he could finish speaking, his words froze in his mouth because of the calm look in Joelson's eyes.

Joelson glanced at the demigod, then calmly said, "You want to live?"

Upon hearing these words, the demigod seemed to have grabbed onto a life-saving straw, nodding with all his might.

"If you can tell me the location of Wilfrid and Bartholomew, I can let you go," Joelson said calmly.

The demigod was stunned. Before he could finish speaking, he saw a platinum sun rise in front of him.

"Milord!" The demigod revealed a terrified look, then said, "Although I don't know their location, I can immediately use the communication magic crystal to ask!"

Joelson slowly dispersed the platinum light, then said, "As long as you can find their location, you can leave this place alive."

The demigod hurriedly took out a palm-sized crystal from his interspatial ring and poured his profound sense into it.

The transparent crystal emitted a faint blue light. The demigod closed his eyes and sent his spiritual energy into it.

Not long after, the demigod opened his eyes once more, a look of delight in his eyes.

He knew that his life had been saved.

The demigod looked towards Joelson, he said, "Milord, I've already asked for the location of Lord Wilfrid and Lord Bartholomew. The two of them were at the same location just now, to the east of where we currently are. However, Lord Bartholomew has already set off to the west to fight against the number one genius of the Orencia Empire, Clemente."

Hearing the demigod's words, Joelson frowned slightly. He asked, "Clemente?"

"That's right." The demigod nodded, and then he said, "Just now, a group of us encountered a group of people led by Clemente from the Orencia Empire. However, because Clemente was there, they didn't dare to act, and so they hurriedly sent Lord Bartholomew over."

"Did Wilfrid go?" Joelson asked.

Compared to Bartholomew, Wilfrid was even more important to him, because Wilfrid had the key to the legacy of the Slaughter Divine Kingdom!

The demigod shook his head. "Lord Wilfrid is still leading his people towards the center. Only Lord Bartholomew is leading a hundred or so people towards the west."

After speaking, the demigod turned to look at Joelson, his eyes filled with anxiety.

On one hand, he was excited because he had a chance of surviving but, on the other hand, he was worried that Joelson wouldn't keep his promise and would still kill him after receiving the news.

Joelson's brows were tightly furrowed as he began to think.

If Clemente was to fight against Bartholomew, given his strength, even if he wasn't a match for him, escaping shouldn't be a problem.

But the problem was that Clemente still had the people of the Orencia Empire with him. With his character, he wouldn't abandon the others and escape alone.

Moreover, Toby and Edessa were very likely to be with Clemente now.

No matter what, he still had to go.

The matter of the key could only be discussed later.

If he was lucky, he might be able to use Bartholomew to lure Wilfrid over as well.

If he wasn't, he would have to deal with Bartholomew as soon as possible, then quickly chase after Wilfrid.

At the very least, he now knew where the two were.

At this thought, Joelson didn't stop. He transformed into a streak of light, flying into the air and speeding off to the west.

The demigod watched as his figure gradually disappeared, then let out a sigh of relief. In his heart, he felt fortunate that he had kept his promise.

However, what he didn't know was that to him, whether he lived or died, killing one more person or one less person didn't make any difference.