Alle Kapitel von The Almighty Dragon General: Kapitel 5251 – Kapitel 5260

“Oh?” Lemuel raised his brows and asked, “How are you so certain that I can wield the Feimsurge Art? The Feimsurge Art is a very precious yet perplexing knowledge belonging to the Dieux Academy. As far as I am aware, only one member of the academy has managed to reach the fourth stage of Feimsurge Art. Besides the academy’s founder, not a single person has managed to master the fifth and sixth stages.” James replied, “That’s because I know that you’re the founder of Dieux Academy, Lemuel Geraltos.” “Huh?” Lemuel’s eyes narrowed as he scrutinized James’ face. He had stayed out of the public's sight and concealed his presence for a long long time. Not even those from the Central Plane had a clue to his whereabouts. Only a handful of people had found him so far. However, most of them would soon meet their end either by accident or fate. Lemuel did not expect that the young man would recognize him. “You’re saying that I am Lemuel Geraltos, the founder of Dieux Academy?” “

After a few minutes, James drew a long breath and began, “It was because they were after the legendary treasure, Illus.” Lemuel paused briefly and then asked, “Illus? Do you mean the item that is rumored to be capable of healing any wounds instantly? The one that makes its owner invincible?” With his years of experience and knowledge, Lemuel was aware of what the Illus was. “Mhm.” James nodded. “Back then, someone started a rumor that I had clues on the Illusʼ whereabouts. It then led to a battle breaking out at Supremusseum. If it werenʼt for the various signature skills I had mastered, I might have been annihilated by those people.” Jamesʼ eyes blazed with fury as he recalled that part of his memories. However, he still had not realized the culprit who had spread the rumors about him and the Illus was none other than Lady Wikolia, his bitter admirer. “That’s all in the past now.” Lemuel responded, “You should let bygones be bygones and not dwell on the past anymore.” “L

A small frown drew James’ brows together. “Why would you say that?” The village chief pointed at the floor. James lowered his gaze and spotted a strange sight. His shadow cast on the floor was not in the shape of a normal human being. Instead, he could see the form of a huge monster with long claws. “Tie him up!” the village chief bellowed. Several large, tall men seized James and pressed him to the floor. James tried to struggle in their hold. Unfortunately, he was instantly overpowered by those men as he did not possess any cultivation base or special powers even to that day. The villagers tied James up and dragged him out of the village. Then, they secured him to a pole and piled up firewood near Jamesʼ feet. “Burn the monster!” “The monster must have infiltrated our village to carry out its evil deeds.” “Burn the monster! Burn the monster!” The villagersʼ loud chants resounded through the grounds. “Chief, please listen to me!” James called out loudly to the

Xhemal pinched the bridge of his nose. “None of you are willing to go?” Jorah replied, “The Supremusseum would frequently host these meaningless gatherings. The Supremusse Lotus is indeed a precious object, and the Supremusseum has always invited other cultivators to watch its blooming. However, what is the point of us being there if the members of the Supremusseum won’t share parts of the lotus with outsiders? I’m not wasting my time making a trip there for nothing.” “Why don’t we ask our new elder, Forty-nine, to attend the event?” one of the elders suggested. Xhemal shook his head. “That’s not very appropriate. The Supremusseum probably won’t welcome Forty-nine. He just took Quirijn Yusharʼs Supremusse Sword, so Quirijn couldnʼt possibly have any friendly feelings for Forty-nine. Forty-nine might be in danger if he attended the event…” Jorah grinned. “What can they possibly do to him? Elder Forty-nine will be attending the event as a representative of the Dieux Academy. The

One day, Wyot sensed an unusual source of energy coming from outside of Mount Hetsema. He leaped to his feet and turned his eyes in the direction of the Dark World. With his powers, Wyot could see thousands of beings traveling from the Dark World toward his direction. The troop was led by an elderly man in a black robe. On his robe, the pattern of a mountain could be seen embroidered on it. Those beings were about to pass by Mount Hetsema soon. “Who are you?” Wyot teleported and reappeared several meters away from that huge troop as he tried to block their path. “Get lost!” the elderly man bellowed in a deep voice. Wyot was momentarily stunned as he was hit by the deafening voice. His mind went blank for the next several seconds. By the time he had recovered his senses, the troop of unknown beings had vanished from his sight. Wyot could not detect their presence or aura no matter how far he stretched his senses. Meanwhile, a group of beings had appeared outside the So