"Hmph, a bunch of trash. Such a trivial matter and they've already lost their heads. It seems they've only grown more useless with age," Elam snorted coldly.
"Let's go. Let's see what that brat is capable of, daring to come here to throw his life away!"
With that, Elam took a large stride forward, leaning on his cane. His entire body vanished from the spot like a ghost.
Helaer followed close behind without lingering, quickly catching up.
Watching the two vanish before his eyes, the guard could not help but reveal a bitter expression.
Within Holy Land Mary Geoise, perhaps only the Five Elders dared to speak of the Celestial Dragons in such a tone.
However, when he thought of the rapidly enlarging figure in the distant sky, he still could not remain calm and hurried after them.
"My God, what exactly is happening? What is that black shadow flying over from the distance?"
"That enormous shadow looks like a giant dragon!"
"It's a golden giant dragon—a real flying dragon! If I could make it my slave, how magnificent would that be!"
"..."
A stream of voices rang out one after another across the chaotic plaza.
Looking at the Celestial Dragons, whose faces were filled with fear yet still carried expressions of hope and greed, even Elam and Helaer, who had just arrived in the square, could not help darkening their expressions in displeasure.
"Elam, Helaer, you've finally arrived. I am Saint Charlos. Our family has taken a liking to this dragon. Hurry and capture it—make it the strongest slave of our family," an elderly Celestial Dragon leaning on a cane said first.
The moment those words fell, it was as though a floodgate had been opened. The surrounding Celestial Dragons could no longer hold themselves back.
"Lord Elam, the