The God of Slaughter revealed a puzzled look, a thoughtful expression on his face.
"How can there be three ancient dragons in the endless planes?"
The God of Slaughter muttered to himself.
He was extremely puzzled. When he had become a sovereign millions of years ago, the endless planes no longer had any ancient dragons.
Now, three ancient dragons suddenly appeared. Where did they come from?
This made him completely puzzled. At the same time, greed rose in his heart.
One had to know that these were ancient dragons that ruled the endless planes in ancient times!
Although the three ancient dragons weren't of much use to him, if he could find the source of these three ancient dragons and control more ancient dragons, he might have a chance to rule a supreme plane!
Hearing the God of Slaughter's question, everyone fell silent.
The God of Slaughter had lived for millions of years and didn't know what was going on, let alone them.
Among them, at most, they were only a million years old. They didn't even know what an ancient dragon was, let alone such a question.
Since the God of Slaughter couldn't figure it out, he might as well not think about it.
"Forget it, it's just a small matter. Let's continue discussing the important matters. Which one do you think should be attacked, the Light Plane or the Dark Plane?"
The God of Slaughter's gaze was sharp as he looked at everyone.
Augustellan listened from below and understood in his heart.
It was already very obvious that their targets had been selected here.
The Dark Plane and the Slaughter Plane were both forces that could destroy the highest planes. No matter how much they coveted them, they wouldn't really attack.
If they attacked the Dark Plane, they would be surrounded and attacked by the other forces in the entire Plane of Destruction.
There was only one target that they could truly choose.
The Plane of Light!
As expected, someone immediately spoke up.
"God of Slaughter, the Plane of Light has always been in conflict with us. This time, they're fighting us for the rewards of the trial plane. We should attack the Plane of Light!"
When the others heard this, they all agreed.
Everyone knew that their target could only be the Plane of Light.
Hearing everyone's discussion, the God of Slaughter nodded slightly.
Then, he looked at Augustellan and said, "Augustellan."
Augustellan was stunned for a moment. Then, he lowered his head and waited for the God of Slaughter's order.
"Since that little fellow called Joelson escaped from you, then you should act and capture him," the God of Slaughter said.
Augustellan bowed and said, "Yes!"
After speaking, the God of Slaughter no longer spoke. His body slowly disappeared from his divine seat.
Seeing this, everyone knew that this meeting was over So they all turned to leave.
Augustellan was just about to leave when someone suddenly called out to him.
"Augustellan, your luck is truly good. After capturing him, the God of Slaughter will definitely reward you handsomely!"
A peak highgod spoke out.
"Hmph!"
Augustellan let out a cold snort, then turned and left, ignoring him.
He knew very well that although this person appeared to be congratulating him, he was actually mocking him.
If he was able to capture someone, the God of Slaughter would indeed reward him handsomely, but what if he wasn't able to?
He would also be heavily punished by the God of Slaughter!
And now, he no longer knew where he had run off to. Where could he capture him?
Augustellan let out a long sigh in his heart and began to feel distressed.
...
In the void somewhere in the endless plane.
A huge dragon that was emitting a terrifying might was flapping its wings, transforming into a golden-red stream of light that was rapidly moving in a certain direction.
A handsome youth with a tall and slender figure was sitting cross-legged on top of the huge dragon's mountain-like head.
The plane map was emitting a soft and lustrous light, enveloping a continent-like land.
A pitch-black void was guiding the way.
Joelson was closing his eyes, his mind constantly thinking about the use of arcane power.
Ever since he learned about the existence of arcane magic, he had been trying to create his own arcane magic.
During the nine months he had been on his way to the Dimension of Slaughter, he had repeatedly tried and failed.
Although he could naturally learn it after entering the Alexander Academy.
However, in the trial dimension, he had slaughtered almost all the people from the Divine Kingdom of Slaughter. Those who had escaped must have already spread the news.
It could be said that he had already formed a feud with the Divine Kingdom of Slaughter. Under such circumstances, heading to the Dimension of Slaughter might lead to unexpected dangers.
He wanted to increase his power as much as possible during this period of time. The only way to increase his power in a short period of time was through arcane magic.
However, creating his own arcane magic was simply too difficult. During this period of time, Joelson hadn't made much progress in arcane magic.
However, it wasn't as if he hadn't gained anything during this period of time. At the very least, his understanding of the arcane mysteries had matured. He had made progress in all of his profound mysteries, and his realm had risen to the middle stage of the demigod level.
"Still not enough? It seems I'll have to go to the Supreme Academy to learn more arcane mysteries."
Joelson sighed, then continued to try
Just like that, another month passed. There were still nearly two months left before the Slaughter Plane.
A strange feeling suddenly rose in Joelson's heart, as though he was about to grasp onto something.
Arcane mysteries.
Joelson thought carefully.
What exactly is arcane magic?
Magic?
That's right!
Magic!
Joelson felt an epiphany, and his originally complicated and fuzzy thoughts suddenly became simple and clear.
Magic that should have been cast with magic elements, what if it was cast with arcane power?
Thinking of this, Joelson immediately put it into practice.
Feeling the dense arcane power contained in the fire-type divine spark on the spirit tree, his mental power condensed and controlled the arcane power to flow.
Joelson decided to try the first spell he learned, the fireball spell.
Not long after, a wisp of black and red flame slowly rose from Joelson's slender palm, faintly showing the tendency to condense into a fireball.
Looking at the flame in his hand, Joelson was pleasantly surprised.
However, this trend continued for a long time, but he still did not succeed in condensing into a fireball.
Joelson was not disappointed at all. On the contrary, there was a trace of excitement.
The first time he did not succeed was also within his expectations. If arcane magic could succeed so easily, then the Supreme Academy would not be the only one who could grasp it.
To be able to do this was already beyond his expectations.
Joelson continued to try and improve the method to match the characteristics of arcane power.
Another month passed just like that.
A wisp of black-red flame rose from Joelson's hand and slowly condensed into a terrifying fireball.
Joelson looked at the fireball in his hand and was pleasantly surprised.
For the time being, he referred to it as the arcane fireball technique.
The power of the arcane fireball technique far surpassed that of pure arcane power.
A single arcane fireball technique was enough to kill a peak demigod expert.
In the past, one would need to use at least ten times more arcane power to kill a peak demigod expert.