Blood, corpses, and the smell of burnt flesh.

Behind him was a sky full of stars. There was a strange and cruel beauty in the figure of Joelson wielding his sword.

Joelson slowly pulled his sword out of the chest of the last killer. The blade was pointed to the ground. Blood dripped down the blade and fell to the ground.

Antoine swallowed hard, his face pale.

Joelson looked at him coldly and walked closer.

Antoine had lost all his support, and fear climbed onto his face.

"Don't come over!"

"Joelson, we're friends, aren't we? I even gave you a gift. What about the twin sisters?!"

"Joelson Edward!" Antoine suddenly shouted. His voice became extremely mournful due to fear.

"I'm the Prince of the Alcott Empire. I'm the younger brother of Charles III. I'm a member of the Bauhinia family."

"You can't kill me!"

Bang!

Joelson kicked Antoine to the ground and raised his long sword coldly.

Antoine was completely in despair.

At this moment, a dazzling earthen yellow light lit up in the night sky and a figure flew over quickly.

The knights had also arrived. The sound of neat horse hooves could be heard and the purple thorny flower flag fluttered in the wind.

"Edward, Stop!"

Harriet Terrence's heavy voice echoed in the night sky.

A ray of hope suddenly burst out from Antoine's eyes.

He saw a chance to live again.

"Hahaha! Joelson, I've said it long ago. You can't kill me. The pillar of the Empire has come to save me! The royal knights have also come to save me. I'm Prince Antoine! Do you understand, Prince?!"

King Antoine laughed arrogantly and wantonly.

Joelson turned back to look at Harriet Terrence.

He silently turned around and slashed down with his sword.

Antoine's head rolled on the ground. His dark eyes were still filled with shock and astonishment.

Joelson spat at his face on the ground and said in a low voice, "No one can save you. You deserve to die."

Harriet Terrence saw this scene from the air and sighed.

He stopped in the air and faced the royal knights. He said solemnly, "The conspirator, Antoine, is dead."

Hearing Harriet Terrence's words, a trace of astonishment appeared on Joelson's face, but he soon returned to normal.

Harriet Terrence landed in front of Joelson. He glanced at Antoine's head, which was rolling on the ground, and then at Joelson. He sighed and said, "Joelson, you're still too impatient. If you hand him over to the Empire for trial, he would have been hanged."

Joelson shook his head and said, "Teacher, I'm afraid that if I miss this opportunity, I won't be able to kill him."

Harriet seemed to have thought of something. He looked at Cliff who was fighting with Du Lu not far away. The evil aura emitted by the dark aura could be clearly felt here.

"Wait for me to solve this problem first," Harriet said to Joelson lightly.

Then, he floated up.

Harriet Terrence gave off a powerful aura as if he had become a different person.

This was the first time that Joelson had seen Harriet Terrence make a move.

For a moment, Joelson almost thought that Harriet Terrence had become one with the Earth under his feet.

Harriet Terrence's body transmitted the rhythm of the Earth, and all the earth elements in the heaven and earth gathered toward him.

Cliff obviously also sensed the movement here and panicked. He desperately tried to escape from du Lu's entanglement, but he could not do it at all.

Harriet Terrence took out a simple withered wooden staff and slightly raised it.

His body emitted an unimaginable majesty.

"Grip of the Earth."

Saint-level spell, level-10 forbidden spell, the profound meaning of earth magic.

Grip of the Earth.

Joelson felt the ground beneath his feet begin to tremble as if an earthquake had occurred.

A loud sound rang out from the desolate land, and the ground began to crack.

Countless rocks and sand were pushed upwards by a strange force, condensing into a huge palm.

The huge palm aimed at Cliff's figure, and clenched fiercely!

Bang!

Sand and rock flew in all directions.

Cliff jumped out of the smoke and dust in a sorry state. His clothes had long been tattered, and his face was frighteningly pale. There was even blood seeping out of the corner of his mouth.

His eyes were as cold as a poisonous snake as he looked at Harriet with hatred.

"Harriet, the Alcott Empire will be destroyed because of you."

Harriet's expression did not change. He raised his withered wood staff once again.

Cliff's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly took out a pitch-black scroll and tore it open.

The void in front of him also tore open. Cliff immediately jumped in and disappeared.

Harriet Terrence was a little helpless. He sighed and said, "Spatial magic scroll. This guy is lucky."

At this time, Joelson had not recovered from his shock.

Grip of the Earth.

He felt that it was somewhat familiar.

This spell looked very much like a level-4 Earth spell -- grip of the Earth.

A palm condensed from Earth elements was summoned from the ground and grabbed onto the enemy's foot, obstructing him.

However, when cast by Harriet, it became a powerful forbidden spell.

Was this the power of a saint-level mage?

It was too terrifying.

"It's a pity that he ran away."

Joelson stared at the place where Cliff had disappeared, a hint of unwillingness in his eyes.

Du Lu and Harriet Terrence had the ability to keep him here.

Harriet Terrence shook his head slightly.

"It's very difficult to kill the opponent in a battle between saint-level masters. At most, I can only defeat or push him back. Even if Cliff didn't bring a precious spatial magic scroll and wanted to leave, it would be very difficult for me to kill him. After all, the offensive power of Earth magic is not the strongest."

Joelson nodded.

At the sage level, the advantage of a mage was fully displayed.

Mastering the profound magic elements could save most of the casting time. Even the combat aura of a sage-level knight would not be able to break through the thick magic shield easily.

Under the circumstances where the difference in strength was not big, a sage-level mage could completely suppress a sage-level knight and fight.

Of course, the terrifying physique of a saint-level knight was also very difficult to kill.

"Summon your dragon companion back first. It scared a lot of people tonight."

It was rare for Harriet Terrence to joke with Joelson.

Joelson let out an awkward laugh.

Forcefully breaking into the residence of a prince in the capital and almost completely tearing it apart.

What he did was indeed a little reckless and daring.

It was also fortunate that the number one person of the Alcott Empire, Harriet, had protected him. Otherwise, Joelson would definitely be wanted by the entire empire.

"Teacher, has His Majesty already known that Antoine colluded with the Dark Church to plot a rebellion?"

Joelson recalled what Harriet had said to the royal knights previously and could not help but ask.

"He doesn't know," Harriet Terrence said faintly. "I haven't had the time to tell Charles III yet. However, since he has already died at your hands, then he is the conspirator."

Harriet Terrence gave Joelson a meaningful look.