Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
With the tail being the most powerful part, the Holy Phoenix Demonic Book had a strong, overbearing power. When the long tail swayed gently, Garen could sense the horrifying urge to destroy everything locking its path. This sort of motive, or perhaps willpower, caused the Demonic Book energy which flowed in the long tail to rotate according to a mysterious track, which then produced a stronger power.
“It's like… It's still cultivating!” Garen suddenly understood the principle, a sense of absurdity arose within his mind.
A part of his body was actually cultivating a constantly powerful force according to his independent Willpower.
He tried maneuvering this kind of power, and it could actually be used regardless of each other.
“If so, with the tail added, there are still two other places. Together with myself, isn't that equivalent to having four individuals practicing and strengthening one body at the same time?!” He was surprised and happy.
At this moment, he still did not know the extent to which his powers had reached. The variable was too big, and until then, it was still unknown how powerful a role the Void Original Opus played.
“What I need to do now is to test my true strength.” Garen glanced at the three knights on the ground as he stood up and walked out of the cave.
On the plains far away from Garen's cave, a gigantic black Hound was slowly moving toward the ruins of the Fiery Beast.
This huge Hound was black in color. It might seem just like an ordinary hound from a distance. However, upon closer inspection, its body was actually composed of countless corpses and human bones.
This was an enormous Corpse-Hound. He was at least ten meters tall or so, and his ma.s.sive body was twenty meters long. His eyes were made of two dark hollows, and blood-red mucus trickled down at the corner of its mouth occasionally. Its sharp teeth slightly exposed at the edge of its mouth.
Far away, all creatures around could already sense the deadly aura emitted from him, they would flee just from far away.
The Corpse-Hound was generally one of the favorite Undead Guards of Necromancers and Great Liches, but this Corpse-Hound was evidently out of control.
It had a clear row of black spikes on its back, which was a sign of that it had no ruler.
“Maffey, oh! My dear Maffey, you're finally back!!” Kratos the Fiery Beast quickly rushed out of his ruins as the Corpse-Hound rushed in his direction from far away.
His eight legs were spider-like, moving steadily. However, with the dragon's head above his body, it looked a bit strange.
“Hiss… His… Just nice, I haven't eaten. You promised me a thousand high-quality corpses. That's really generous, Kratos. Hiss…” the Corpse-Hound said loudly as he exhaled.
Kratos squeezed out a smile as he resisted the stench of the Corpse-Hound. “Come to my site first, and we'll see. I'm sure you must be clear about my request, then?”
“Of course… Hiss…” Corpse-Hound grinned. “Bakiloa is already nearby, and his Teleportation spells are the best.”
“Bakiloa… So fast…” There was clearly a stunned look on the Fiery Beast's face as a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.
“If you're unable to satisfy him, hiss… You'll really be in trouble this time,” Maffey snickered.
A loud bang sounded suddenly, and the two gigantic creatures looked up into the distant sky.
An evident expression of sneer and antic.i.p.ation appeared on the Hound Maffey's face, while Bakiloa's face remained serious and cautious.
Soon, blood-red clouds floated across the sky from a distance.
These clouds were like living creatures, squirming at the edges. Their cores constantly twisted and converged as a huge human face emerged. It was the face of a man with a beard and hair.
It was almost the same as the Matrix Spirit Garen had seen in Snow City. However, those were Thunder Clouds, and these were Blood Clouds. Furthermore, the size of them this time was almost twice as large.
The Blood Clouds turned over and almost covered the plains. The sun in the sky was also blocked as well as it turned reddish and grayish.
“Kratos, if you even dare to deceive me, this time I'm really going to swallow you up!” The huge Blood Cloud rumbled furiously. It was an Abyssal that sounded like the screams of squally winds and the screams of humans.
“Bakiloa, have I ever not fulfilled something that I've promised you?” Kratos gave a slight apple-polish smile. “Even if you don't believe me, do you not believe in the w.a.n.ku Fortress behind me? After all, I am the Blacksmith's First Seat.”
Bakiloa was a ma.s.s of cloud that had no fixed form, and this had become his trait as the climate life. He was born in the intersection between the Abyss Underworld River and the Heavens. The Void Universe there would intertwine with the immense evil powers of the Abyss and the pure spirit energy, gradually forming large clumps of clouds. One of them produced the weird but special life of Bakiloa.
He had two extreme personalities, and his personality changed every Abyss Month. This personality was a mixture of the pure and devout spirit energy of the Heavens, and the evil selfish powers of the Abyss. His personality was generated by random according to different proportions, even he was unable to determine his own character for the next Abyss Month.
Once when he met up with his old friend Kratos, he just turned into an indifferent, hopeless character that was ignorant toward all matters. The extremity of this personality was self-destructive as he was just about to devour every life that was in his sight before blowing himself up.
The result was that Kratos was almost swallowed alive. If it was not for the Chief of Army of the w.a.n.ku Fortress, which was also the thane, who pulled him out, he would have probably turned into nutrients for Bakiloa already.
“My most respected Bakiloa, I hope you are in a good mood during our meeting this time,” Kratos said cautiously.
Maffey, however, was not really afraid of Bakiloa. He had escaped under the mouth of this fellow once and he was best at escaping. His confidence for this area was extremely strong.
“I'm in a bad mood, really. Your Emissary interrupted one of my important experiments at the most critical time, If you can't pay a price that satisfies me, then I'll consider killing you right now.” Bakiloa was in a furious mood. He continued howling and the storms whistled. The airstream was increasing rapidly and the surrounding temperature was rising tremendously. The temperature at the plains had risen by more than ten degrees and it was still heating up.
“Please rest a.s.sured, this time I'm letting you make a move just for a Soul Semi-Divine Weapon!” Kratos made sure he emphasized the term when he said the word ‘soul'.
“Soul Divine Weapon?” As expected, Bakiloa had slightly calmed down.
“There's also another heterogeneous White Dragon with a very good talent. He has a powerful body and the energy contained in his flesh can definitely satisfy you.” Kratos grinned. His heart was slightly relaxed now as Bakiloa's mood seemed to be traceable. This was the best time to negotiate with him.
“Where is this thing?! Bring me there immediately!!” Bakiloa was getting irritable.
“Hold your horses, I shall bring the both of you there right now…” Kratos replied softly, pleased.
“An abnormal Force Field?” Garen felt a bit fretful.
“Could it be that there's a problem over at Kratos'?” The Abyss was full of frauds and scams, so he had every reason to be worried about Kratos' ulterior motives. That fellow seemed to be a scoundrel, so it was natural to meet some helpers to get some help.
“Seems like I still have to be more careful.” Garen thought about it and felt that the Force Fields that came from the distance suddenly was unusual. Just as a precaution, he grabbed the three Knights and left the cave.
Somehow, sometime, a big clump of red clouds had appeared in the distance, slowly moving towards his side.
“It seems that the abnormal Force Fields are caused by these red clouds? Perhaps it's related to the strange messy weather at the Abyss.” Garen frowned. He thought about it and decided not to care, then returned to his cave and soon disappeared within.
The red clouds in the distance moved in quickly the moment he returned to the cave.
Below the red clouds, Kratos and Corpse-Hound were running swiftly as they followed the pace of the red clouds.
Kratos kept pulling out pieces of metal elliptical rune paper. The yellow rolls of paper were constantly burned into black ashes that disappeared into the wind. The black ashes were all scattered everywhere and was then naturally swept up by the strong winds of the red clouds blowing toward the open s.p.a.ce around Garen's cave.
Rows of black ash were automatically arranged into a series of complex yet detailed symbols and words, forming a huge circle of Abyssal and Rune powers.
The entire circle surrounded Garen's cave, placing him right in the center. It was at least kilometers in diameter when the last speck of ash completed the circle.
Buzz!
The entire circle suddenly began buzzing and shaking. Black threads floated from the ashes and were interwoven into a net spreading toward the sky. It grew longer and bigger as if they were black vines.
“Devour everything!” A human face emerged among the red clouds and watched Garen's cave below greedily.
His ma.s.sive body made of clouds was pressing down entirely.
Boom!
The cave collapsed immediately, but there was nothing in it.
Kratos' face froze while delight shone in Maffey's eyes.
As for Bakiloa, he was stunned. The stare he had at Kratos was so cold it could possibly freeze everything.
“This is what you call a heterogeneous White Dragon and Soul Divine Weapon!? If you want to die, you can just say it. I'll gladly grant that wish of yours!”
“No, no, no! Bakiloa, please listen to me, the situation is certainly not like this!” Kratos shook his head frantically, a trace of fear flashed through his eyes. “The White Dragon has been living here all along! It's true, and I swear under the oath of Soul and Underworld River!”
“You still want to lie to me!?” Bakiloa was completely furious. He swooped down as immense red clouds shrouded Kratos. An oppression of such a colossal Soul naturally had a certain Decree Spell effect. Moreover, it was the power of the Decree Spell of a Level-Nine peak, it would be a steady flow of power unlike those released only once by the average creature. Bakiloa seemed to be releasing this terrifying, endless surge of oppression, immobilizing Kratos.
“No! Master Bakiloa! You must listen to me! It's not what you think it is!” Kratos shouted. Watching the red clouds that were almost reaching his head, he finally sensed the true shadow of death. It was not that he did not want to fight back, he did resist it, but nothing happened; it would only irritate the other person.
The gap between Level Thirteen and Level Nine was that different from the gap between Level Five and Level Nine.
