Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Reaching out his claw and touching the statue, Garen felt a hairy, fleshy sensation on his claws.
The area in the middle of the sculpture seemed to have some type of strong electromagnetic field. It was a powerful energy field, separating the area in the middle into an isolated zone.
“More than 700 years ago, Caswell created the Universal Codex, which opened up the pa.s.sage between the Void and this world.”
Suddenly, an aged, low voice sounded from behind Garen.
Garen turned around and saw a tall silhouette in a green robe standing in the snowy plains a distance away. The voice came from him.
The silhouette was in a cloak with a hood, concealing his face.
“Then, all of you Alien Souls also came here through the pa.s.sage.” The silhouette raised his head slowly, revealing a fleshless skull beneath the cloak.
Two green flames burned in the place of the skull's eyes, and a dark, red blood colored symbol was carved on his brow area, giving a strong religious aura.
More than a dozen black Suffering Knights were coming out slowly from the snow plains around. They were all wielding various types of weapons, some of them were armed with swords, some with long spears, and some even had a combination of sword and s.h.i.+eld.
Two of the Suffering Knights had silver striation etched faintly on the edges of their armor.
“Silver-Striped Knights?” Garen raised his eyebrows.
Silver-Striped Knights were at the very least at Level Seven, and if an Undead Silver-Striped Knight was well nourished, it could easily turn into a Level-Eight creature.
“This time, for you to come over on your own accord, what's your goal?” The skull asked in a low voice. “After killing three of my Suffering Knights, your soul is something that I will definitely capture and keep in a gem.”
It seems that this was a very cautious lich. Garen recognizes the ident.i.ty of the skull figure standing in front of him, it was the Great Undead Wizard. It looked like he had transformed himself into a lich, an immortal existence.
He did not attack immediately just because Garen came here alone. He would also definitely have his other reinforcements around this area. To think that his opponent would still be so vigilant against him.
“If that's the case, what else is there left to say?” Garen grinned. “There can only be one reason I came.”
“What?” The Lich started to be even more alert.
Garen sighed, releasing a puff of white air.
“To negotiate of course.”
He originally thought Garen was about to make his move, but he did not expect it to be this. The lich was obviously a little stunned by his proposal.
Boom!!
Suddenly, the white silhouette flashed in front of him. In just a blink of an eye, the body of the White Dragon expanded, reaching the size of a mature White Dragon as it charged straight towards him. At the next instant, Garen had already appeared right in front of him. It was almost like a teleport!
Roar!!!
In a burst, the Level Seven Dragonic Aura instantly condensed onto the Lich's body.
The white dragon claws slammed on the Lich with tremendous force.
There was no sound. A transparent barrier had blocked Garen's claws, with large amounts of transparent sparks spilling out at the point of contact.
The barrier blocked his attack for a full second, but that was already enough for the Lich to react.
He raised his hand, revealing a black bracelet on his wrist embedded with five different colored gems, one of it started glowing red.
“Loss of Reason.”
The sorcerer raised his voice to a high pitch.
A large, red net suddenly appeared in the air, it shrunk and wrapped Garen tightly with it.
This was a Level Eight spell, a unique spell formed by combining several different Psychic-type Manipulation spells 1 . Although it was only Level Eight, the practical effect was comparable to a Level Nine. It had been fixed onto the Lich's bracelet and was released instantly.
To other powerful people, the Psychic influence might have required a bit more time for them to react to it. However, it was useless against Garen with his thoroughly trained will. Even Ann had praised that his willpower was comparable to Holy Spirits.
The red net disappeared without any reaction on Garen's scales. There was absolutely no effect at all.
The green flames in the eye sockets of the Lich started burning more intensely as his bracelet released another spell once more. It was a shroud, black mist, engulfing Garen and his surroundings.
Its form changed so fast that even the surrounding Suffering Knights barely reacted in time. Two Silver-Striped Knights leaped a few meters in a blink of an eye, their two giant swords striking powerfully on the roots of Garen's dragon wings.
“Death Spirit Energy?” Garen was shrouded in the black fog. He felt that this black fog was not some simple spell, but one that added some sort of unique potion. The potion could rapidly erode his scales' resistance, minimizing his ability to resist magic.
He increased his alertness.
His wings flapped furiously as the two Silver-Striped Knights rushed over. In two flaps with a frightful eighty points of strength, the two Suffering Knights were flung away like a couple of chicks,
Although an undead Silver-Striped Knight was equivalent to a Level Eight, even when they were the same level they all had different specializations, some leaned towards strength and some leaned towards speed. In addition, at the same level, no one could compare against The Dragon Clan's power when it came to direct confrontations. This was the law of the world!
The Level Eights of human and humanoid races are more dependent on techniques and special abilities, such as special equipment and so on.
Just as Garen smacked away the two Silver-Striped Knights, he heard the rest of the Suffering Knights roaring in unison.
“Final Death Match!!”
Bang!!
The red area instantly covered the entire s.p.a.ce around him and Garen had once again found himself in a strange special s.p.a.ce like last time.
The surrounding Suffering Knights all pulled out scrolls at the same time. They were ancient, yellow scrolls just like the last time, each of them tied with a red string.
“In the name of death!”
Their chants rippled through s.p.a.ce.
The scrolls started to open up one by one. Amidst the black mist, various types of creatures slowly revealed itself.
Roar!!
There were actually gigantic-sized beasts hidden within the scrolls!
Amongst them were Level Eight Earth Dragon Beasts and even Level Nine Bone Dragons! There were also some weird and powerful species that he did not recognize.
In an instant, his enemies had nearly doubled their force.
Garen also felt a special threat could erupt at any moment, giving him a chilling and numb sensation.
He was no longer clueless about spells now, thus he immediately identified the origin of this feeling.
“Deathfinger!”
The Lich's voice rang out suddenly.
Whoos.h.!.+
A light green ray suddenly pierced through the red s.p.a.ce from some part within the inner wall, targeting Garen directly at his chest.
Garen instantly fell a chill shooting down his spine.
I have the body of the strongest white dragon at its peak performance level, I don't believe that you can kill me just with one shot of that Deathfinger!!
Whoa!
Amidst a loud roar, Garen spread his wings out and released a terrifying ripple of energy waves from throughout his body. It is not an effect of a spell, but the energy ripples that was purely a result of him just exerting his power.
The muscles on his whole body started tensing up to its limit.
Galleon lunged up into the air. Without any intentions of retreating, he headed straight towards the light green ray.
The body of an Ancient Dragon-level creature was definitely enough to directly confront any Level Nine existences without any disadvantage.
The light green ray hit Garen's body, turning his entire dragon body in a shade of green for a brief moment. Then, nothing happened, as if the attack had never happened at all.
“Level Nine!! Within such a short time, you!!” The Lich's furious voice came from outside the red s.p.a.ce.
At that moment, Garrn's dragon body started to expand. His huge body that was comparable to an elephant crashed straight onto the inner wall of the red s.p.a.ce.
The rest of the Suffering Knights behind him were trying to keep up with his speed, attacking him from the back when they finally did so. The Bone Dragons, the Earth Dragons, and the different weapons of the knights all slashed from different angles towards Garen's dragon wings on his back.
Clank clank clank!!
Sounds of successive explosions were like clas.h.i.+ng metal. Garen's scales on his skin started to emit a white-gold glow.
Not only his wings but his entire body's scales were pale white-gold.
Divine Statue Technique!!
This was the strongest Body Hardening Technique that Garen had learned back in the first world. Now, this technique had automatically activated as a self-defense mechanism.
Using the Divine Statue Technique with the body of a Colossal Dragon as a foundation, it had reached a terrifyingly extreme level. His level of defense had reached an absurdly overpowered level.
Initially, Garen's average attribute points were not even close to ten points, but with the Divine Statue Technique, he was able to block bullets even with just his eyelids. It was the epitome of Body Hardening Techniques! It was invincible!
Now the Void Original Opus had been raised to 14%. The first restoration that was revealed turned out to this amazing secret technique from his first world.
The greatest use of the Void Original Opus was to be able to use all the worlds that Garen had experienced and all the abilities that he attained as a foundation, and then, fuse them together, ultimately forming the body of the True Soul!
Despite the countless weapons slas.h.i.+ng on the Garen's back, it had only left some faint white marks. It could not pierce through the skin even the slightest.
On the other hand, a few Bone Dragons used their huge body ma.s.s to try and knock Garen down but instead, he only moved forward slightly and the knocks served to add on to his momentum.
Garen concentrated his entire body's strength and with a loud crash, slammed into the inner wall of the red s.p.a.ce.
With a crack, the inner wall of the red s.p.a.ce broke into pieces.
As the pieces came crumbling down, it revealed the Lich with a look of disbelief plastered all over his face.
The dragon claw lunged to grab the head of the Lich with an exploding force. It was so fast that even the afterimages could barely be seen, cras.h.i.+ng onto the countless barrier spells in front of the Lich.
The black runes flowing in the air tried to block Garen's claw but was instantly disintegrated. Immediately after that, a black locust-like smoke started flowing out, only to be dissipated even before coming into contact with Garen due to the immense shockwave from his claw.
The dragon's claws were closing on to the Lich's head. The threat of imminent death alarmed him.
The blood-colored symbols on his brow suddenly brightened up.
Ahh!!!
A huge and ferocious green succubus's face appeared behind him. As the Lich's mouth opened, a violent and sharp screech erupted in front of Garen.
“Succubus' Wail!?” Garen's heart tightened, “and it's a full appearance of a succubus!!”
If the previous Deathfinger was a Level Seven spell upgraded into a Level Nine, then this Succubus' Wail was definitely a real Level Nine spell. That would mean that the Lich in front of him right now had the gene of a banshee in his body before he turned into an Undead. Otherwise, it would be impossible to visualize the Void Shadow of a real banshee, and the Void Shadow would at least half the power of that skill!
The sound waves turned into a violent ripple of shockwaves, sc.r.a.ping through Garen's body. Even his white-gold Divine Statue Technique started to show faint signs of damage.
The huge body shrunk. Garen shrunk from being an elephant size to that of an average human, in an attempt to minimize the ripples' contact from the Succubus' Wail.
