Mystical Journey

Recently, he had looked back upon his past transmigrations. If potential points were the energy to be used as consumption for his body, then the experiences he needed to amass to form a Soul Seed were the potential points he used to upgrade his body to the limit, which were converted to energy for his soul and stored. This was a gathering process that was extreme to the limit, but this was also the only way for him to reach a higher realm.

There were two more important reasons as to why he did not immediately boost his attributes.

If he activated the Fifth Star and reached the highest limit for his attributes, then he would need to consume a large amount of life force. The little bit of vigor that Slaughtering Hands provided were nowhere enough. Once his life force was damaged, he could achieve a similar effect as restoration through supplementing his vitality with potential points.

Another point was that when he activated the Fifth Star, no matter how high the basic quality of his body was, the current highest limit for his body was at an average of 30 points. Since it could not increase, then it was much more useful as resources for recovery.

After the dispute in his heart, he looked up at the Death Apostles in the opposite.

"Let's go, we're going to meet some of the most powerful people in the Blood Union."

AG grinned.

"This should be the century's highest summit meeting…"

He quickly followed.

The night wind caused the rain to come down in sheets. The drizzle was like slanted lines pelting the people below.

Even so, no one dared to speak loudly at this moment.

Garen and AG walked closer and closer and finally stood on a hill, looking down on the Death Apostles.

This was an arrogant attitude but the Death Apostles did not show any displeasure at this. To think that the Death Apostles who were used to being arrogant in their daily lives were now being looked down on by Garen, yet incredibly, these proud Death Apostles did not show any unpleasantness on their faces. Instead, their expressions slowly calmed down and seemed even steadier.

The Blood Breeds opened up the encirclement and the people from Holy Fist Palace quickly got out and gathered behind Garen and AG. Upon Garen's orders, even Tu Lan evacuated this place.

Very quickly, there were only the four Death Apostles, Garen and AG left staring at one another in the rain.

The only spectator left on the scene was Hochman, clutching the mask in his hands.

His body was stiff from being sandwiched between two great pressuring auras. The mask in his hand was still trembling as though it was trying to escape.

"The twelve masks are here," the Death Apostle, Mongo spoke. "You did come for the masks." He stared at Garen's eyes on top of the hill without averting his gaze.

Yet, Garen looked indifferent to his words.

"Since you guys have spent so much effort in baiting me here, whatever means you have, use them all."

Pa.

He stepped forward.

Countless shadows emerged from his feet. As though there were countless tentacles or tails spreading down the hill, they soon covered the area where the Death Apostles stood.

The rain was blown away by the impact of the shadows. The shadows were swaying, giving off a demonic feeling.

Weng...

Suddenly, the Death Apostle Mongo stepped forward. The ground where the four stood began to shake.

The earth was rent and countless cracks appeared. Lavas slowly gushed out from the cracks and formed ruddy glowing rivers.

Under the intense shaking, a blood-red longsword made its appearance.

The long sword was two meters long with a bloody eye etched on both the blade and the hilt. The blade was covered in black threads weaving into black roses.

Mongo smiled and reached for the hilt.

At this moment, the remaining three Death Apostles turned into lava and gathered on the sword in his hand, forming three rings that constantly revolved slowly around the sword.

"Final Holy Technique….Red Light Sky."

Mongo raised the sword, with its tip pointing towards the sky.

Boom!!

With the sound of an explosion, a red bolt of lightning came crashing down on the hill where Garen and AG stood.

An intense red light shone and nothing could be made out for an instant.

Not even Garen could have expected that this attack would come from the sky.

Countless strands of red lightning wound around Garen and stabbed at his skin like swords. AG was pushed away by him at the first sign of danger.

Chi Chi Chi!

Suddenly, a white ring accompanied by dark shadows appeared around Garen and instantly broke through the red lightning.

After the lightning dispersed, Garen stood there unharmed with his left hand stretched out. The transparent wind was swirling on his hand. It was a special skill that used high-speed vibrations together with aura.

This was a godly secret technique.

The original Waterbird Fist Profound Dual Blade.

Although they were the same Dual Blade, the effects produced by Garen and Hochman was as different as heaven and earth.

"Red Light Sky… It's finally presentable…" Garen slightly shook his hand and the cyclone around his hand flew out and expanded in mid-air, increasing its rotary speed and turning into a whirlwind of countless sharp air blades.

Clang!

Mongo waved the red sword and dispersed the air blades.

He leaped forward, heading towards Garen with his body almost parallel to the ground.

Surprisingly, Mongo did not concern himself with the fact that his final technique had been blocked. His body turned into a red line and appeared in front of Garen like a red streak of lightning with the tip of his sword pointed towards Garen's abdomen. A dark red liquid-like flame wavered along the blade of the sword.

Garen stretched out his right hand and was about to block it before his instincts warned him of a crisis. Knowing that one hand alone could not handle the incoming attack, his left hand also stretched out.

"First Star!!"

Peng!!!

With a dull sound, a shockwave, revealed by the rain, spread out, accompanied by aura. Hochman, who was hiding nearby, took the brunt of the shockwave and coughed up a mouthful of blood. He flew and smashed into a hill, sinking into it. The mask also flew out of his grip and it headed straight for the masks in Garen's box.

When Garen and Mongo confronted each other, Mongo did not show any expressions. With the red sword in his hand, his speed, power and combat mentality seemed to have been increased by several times, and even the recovery rate of his body had reached a horrifying point. He could still fight like this under the area that was suppressed by the Dragonshadow aura.

In this close combat battle, he waved the red sword and drew trails of bloody lines, fighting on equal foot with Garen who had activated the First Star.

In the fight between these two people, shockwaves rippled and the sound of thunder constantly shook the ground. If there were ordinary people here, just the sound of thunder could cripple their minds.

As time went by, Garen slightly gained the upper hand. His current strength was still slightly stronger than the opponent. After activating the First Star, he had fourteen points which were a terrifying level of power for the Death Apostle.

Boom!

Mongo received a hit and flew out. His face was pale and his chest was slightly sunken. Apparently, his chest had taken a punch.

While in mid-air, he crushed a red ball on the sword.

With a poof, the red orb burst open and turned into countless red dots of light, gathering on his body. At this moment, his body glowed red. It wasn't truly a glow, but just a reflection of light from the sword upon his body which had turned bloody, as though he was a corpse that had been skinned. Looking from afar, it was as though his body was glowing.

The strength of the sacred weapon summoned by the four Death Apostles, Red Light Sky, did not lie in improving the overall combat capability but converting the supply of blood essence of the sword wielder into an eerie attack.

At the moment when the red ball was broken, a little bit of dark golden light appeared on Mongo's sword blade. That light was only the size of a thumb and looked insignificant, but it gave off an extremely dangerous feeling.

He fell on a hill with a crashing sound and with both legs on the ground, he kicked off and charged towards Garen once again.

With this high-speed movement, Garen's speed was not as fast as him and he had just gotten out of a crater. Facing this slash, the blade appeared instantly in front of Garen's face and was about to stab into his head.

"Second Star….." Garen's both hands moved to stop the blade.

At this moment, there was a sudden pain in his head; a terrifying and massive mental force burst out from behind him. When the attack first made its appearance, it instantly appeared in his mind as though it was destined to hit when it appeared.

This familiar feeling….

An unprecedented sense of crisis suddenly appeared in his heart but Garen remained unmoved.

Since he knew there was an ambush, would he come here without making any preparation?

"Finally came out…." almost at the same moment when he was hit by the mental attack, Garen widened his eyes. A golden light flashed by in his pupils.

"Holy Phoenix!!"

The cries of a bird sounded and charged into a shadow behind him.

"Unlimited Holy Cry!"

There was a giggle and the figure of a slender girl flew out instantly from the shadow, landing a short distance away. She still wore the same short black skirt and black stockings. Her black hair fluttered and her face which was white as jade gave off an evil and mischievous feeling.

The mental attack of Holy Phoenix charged at her but was blocked by an invisible barrier. The two offset each other and produced a strong turbulence.

"Long time no see, Garen," Nadia opened her right hand and a large slender long sword appeared in her hand. The large sword was dyed in blood as though it had just been used to kill.

At this moment, a dark golden light flashed.

Garen's pupils contracted. Before him, the dark golden light on Mongo's blade flew out and fiercely stabbed towards his forehead.

'This is not a power that belongs to this world!! Dodge!!' Black Sethe's anxious voice sounded beside his ears, but it was too late.

Garen watched as the dark golden color flew towards him and hit in between his eyebrows.

The only thing he could do was to muster all the power in his body. The terrifying aura of the Fifth Star burst out.

Without a sound, a circle of black nine-headed Dragonshadow burst out with Garen at the center. The immense Dragonshadow aura surged and Mongo flew away like a fired cannonball, looking as though he had been hit by a giant truck.

Countless Dragonshadow gave off silent roars and instantly occupied an area spanning hundreds of meters in the rain.

Nadia smiled and looked at the Dragonshadow in the sky without making a move. The frenzied aura blew her long hair to the right. Gently stretching out her hand, she seemed to want to touch the Dragonshadow that passed by her side, her eyes showing a tinge of nostalgia.

"Only I, the Nine-Headed Dragon Queen, understood the will of Dragon King the best," Looking at the dark figures in the sky, her lips curled into a smile. "Garen, you're finished."

Just then, the ground beneath her feet swelled and an unimaginably powerful suction force came out of nowhere, aiming for Nadia.

A large gray-black hand that was tens of meters wide rushed out from the ground and grabbed at Nadia.