Mystical Journey - Page 531/891

Chapter 531: Secret of the Ruins 5

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

After the black tree man fell, three arch-shaped black doors had also appeared slowly on the walls of the cathedral hall, as though black flames had burned through the paper surfaces, the sides of the black doors were all ashes, mingled with black and sparks.

Garen looked at the Testament in his hand, and strode towards one of the doors, no longer looking at the other two.

Going past the black door, he entered yet another cliff, surrounded by a limitless black abyss.

The cliff was in a huge deep blue hole, freezing winds blowing through the air, making it unnaturally cold.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, Garen looked down, only to see a sea of pitch-black, with the vague hint of a roiling black mist. He was all alone in here, and there was a thick layer of transparent ice on the stone walls.

He took a deep breath, steadying his heavily injured body, and holding the ancient badges in his hand, he opened his palm calmly, then he closed his fingers down on it tightly again.

The Testament Badge instantly sliced a small wound on his palm, the blood flowing around his palm, and dripping directly into black abyss below.

The dark red blood drops bumped into each other and rolled about, scattering and falling into the bottomless abyss, disappearing in an instant.

As the blood dropped down, Garen lightly released his Testament Badge, and let the blood-tainted badge slide out from his hand, also falling into the deep abyss.

Whoosh!

Just then, a bit of blue lit up suddenly in the deep abyss.

At first the blue was only the size of a sesame seed, but in an instant, it expanded to the size of a fist, and in another instant, the blue abruptly rushed up from the abyss, a wave of ice cold blue air like a tide.

A giant ice blue bird, several tens of meters tall, flapped its wings and flew out of the abyss, suspended in front of Garen in an instant, its huge bright blue eyes staring at Garen on the cliff calmly.

The huge bird had a long tail feather, like the legendary phoenix, but it had an incomparable and terrifying icy air around it, instead of flames.

The blue ice layer on the walls around them kept growing thicker and thicker, and within a dozen or so seconds, the whole place had become a huge ice cave.

Clouds of almost solid cold white air surrounded the bird and Garen, singing lightly as though it was alive. That was not the sound of the wind, but rather more like a rhythm and melody.

There was still a lot of cold blue air roiling around, expanding, a cold blue current spinning through the air like seawater.

Garen raised his head to look at the giant bird in front of him, the huge blue wings spread open lightly, guarding him from the sides like a statue carving.

The huge bird lowered its head slowly, its beak approaching Garen, and opening slightly.

A dot of blue light fell out of its mouth, and hovered just in front of Garen.

The light had a hint of pure cold inside, Garen could feel that it was not just his body that felt this cold, just looking at that dot of light, even his heart felt traces of cold.

He reached out his right hand, and gripped the blue light dot lightly.

He felt as though the light dot wanted to bury itself into his body, and Garen did not put up any resistance at all either, relaxing his heart and spirit, only to see the light dot dart under the skin on his palm, utterly disappearing from sight.

As soon as the light dot vanished, the huge bird in front of him faded slowly as well, vanishing slowly as though it was an illusion. All that was left behind to prove it was not just a dream was the ice on the walls.

Garen took in a deep breath, and carefully checked his body, but discovered nothing.

He knew that he probably would not feel anything for a while, combining it with what the Cthulhu King said would happen before, he turned around decisively and walked towards the sealed room in the cathedral before.

Striding back to the cathedral, he glanced at the other two black doors, and walked straight towards one of the black doors, where the Cthulhu King’s scent lingered.

Walking past the black door, he saw the Cthulhu King just barely standing on the cliff, evidently waiting for him.

Garen tossed the Light God’s head, that he had been holding this whole time, towards the Cthulhu King’s direction, the head rolling to the Cthulhu King’s foot, but the Cthulhu King did not even look at it.

For world-dominating heroes like the three of them, they would never actually take such overconfident novices seriously. In the end, the Light God’s self-absorbent plans and plots would have no hope of succeeding even if he was facing anyone else other than Garen.

Precisely because he posed no threat whatsoever, they did not place any importance on him at all, forget facing him head-on or hating him.

"Just waiting for you." The Cthulhu King looked even worse than Garen, although there was no longer blood flowing all over his body, the wounds of different sizes were still clearly visible, just one glance and more than ten wounds could be seen. Add that to his deathly pale face, and he had obviously lost a lot of blood, the fact that he could still stand out of his power and determination was enough to see how he inherited the title of Cthulhu King, proving that he was an impressive figure.

Garen nodded at him, and strode over, taking down the Demon Mirror that he had tied up, and threw it over directly.

The Cthulhu King also threw him his Testament directly. The two items crossed paths in mid-air, falling into their respective hands.

Catching the Testament with a smack, Garen strode to the edge of the cliff, turning around to look at the Cthulhu King. The latter smiled at him, and wisely retreated a long distance away.

Only then did Garen grasp the Testament again, applying slight force, so that drops of his blood instantly dripped into the abyss. After that he released the Testament again, letting it tumble down.

In no time at all, a dot of red light lit up again deep in the abyss.

The red light came with an intense whooshing sound, like the sound of an intense wind blowing at a huge fire, then the whole abyss just lit up suddenly, the piercing red light growing brighter and brighter, closer and closer.

In an instant, bright red flames sprayed out of the abyss, like a sea of fire, illuminating the whole cave fiery red.

In the middle of the flames, a huge humanoid figure, more than fifty meters tall, flapped its wings and pounced up.

The humanoid figure was covered in red bone armor, with bat wings on its back, and every time it flapped its wings, it would bring a surge of flames.

In just a few seconds, the red-armored figure had dashed out of the abyss, floating in front of Garen, and looking down at him slightly.

The figure was like one of those legendary devils, with an utterly humanoid shape, black bat wings, and a pointy long black tail twisting slightly behind it. Its whole body was covered with a boiling brand-like red bone armor, and a pair of curly black horns on its head.

What Garen admired most was the countless intricate symbols carved into its bone armor, and the black humanoid carving on the middle of its chest that seemed to be suffering. That human figure had its arms spread wide, as though crucified on the demon’s chest, and its eyes were full of pitch-black smokiness, it was even wailing in a low voice.

Just then, the devil flung its long tail, covered with layers upon layers of thorns, slightly, and it came towards Garen lightly like a snake.

"Careful! That’s the Living Secret Techniques backlash!!" Behind him, the Cthulhu King’s expression changed, and he yelled hurriedly.

"Backlash? Looks like this secret technique should be a type of demonic technique!" Garen’s expression did not change. He allowed the long tail curl around him.

There were countless scales stacking on the long tail like thorns, forming many hooks, and even the slightest touch could tear a large chunk of flesh and blood off any living body.

With a curl of the thick long tail, it was enough to completely hide Garen away, so that he could not be seen at all.

Garen’s eyes were abruptly dyed pitch-black, surrounded by the huge tail as he stood, and suddenly he spread his arms open wide.

Screee!!!

The piercing cry of a huge bird rang out in the air. Currents of air flowed behind him and gathered, forming a pair of huge transparent wings, several dozens of meters long, and flapped them lightly.

Bathump!

Bathump!!

Huge tremors began to spread and beat from Garen in the center, as though it was the pulse of the Earth beating.

The Frost Living Technique that he had just absorbed was rapidly taking root and growing inside Garen’s body, from his lower abdomen, growing countless tiny blue light roots, and spreading towards every corner of Garen’s body.

The most eye-catching was the Dragon’s Heart in the middle of Garen’s chest, the countless blue light strands surrounded and wrapped around it, the mix of blue and red forming a pulsing blue cocoon.

The giant red devil retreated a certain distance, covering its chest with its right hand, pulling back its tail, and bowing slightly towards Garen, lowering its head and smiling as it bowed like a noble.

Boom!!!

The devil explosively scattered, turning into countless dark red flames, spraying everywhere and swimming about, filling the whole cave in an instant. The Cthulhu King had no choice but to retreat into the black door, watching Garen in the center of the flames from afar, that was the only place in the cave that did not have flames.

Garen stood at the edge of the cave, a black-red cross-shaped sword impaled in the ground in front of him.

In the middle of the sword was a carving of a suffering figure, it was just like the carving on the devil’s body, its eyes flowing with black air that spilled down the black-red blade, and spreading apart on the ground, like icy cold air, sinking heavily.

Garen reached out his hand abruptly, and gripped the blade of the cross-shaped sword lightly.

Psst!

A pair of black metal wings spread from the holt of the blade, the wings reflecting a faint black light, stacking and stacking, as though it was woven out of many metal wings.

As Garen gripped it tightly, many uniform and closely-woven patterns appeared on the hilt of the blade, like twining snakes, close-knit and dense, forming a strange non-slip pattern.

The moment he gripped the handle, Garen’s originally pitch-black eyes also overflowed with two streams of black air, like the figure in agony.

Clang!!

The black-red cross-shaped sword was abruptly pulled out, standing straight in front of Garen, the blade of the sword as clear as a mirror, clearly reflecting Garen’s face.

Garen laughed coldly. Holding the cross-shaped sword tightly, he raised it up.

Whoosh…

In an instant, the countless red currents of flames formed a huge whirlwind of fire, as though returning to their origins, rapidly gathering towards the sword’s blade.

The many streams of flame, the many fiery snakes, all poured into the blade.

With just over ten seconds, the whole cave had utterly cleared out, leaving behind not even a trace of fire.

That black-red cross-shaped sword had also soundlessly faded, becoming transparent, and finally disappeared from Garen’s hand.

Garen’s pitch-black eyes also slowly returned to normal.

The cave instantly fell silent, as though the flurry of flames just now was just an illusion.

"Congratulations, Palace Master Garen, on obtaining two Living Secret Techniques." Behind him, the Cthulhu King said loudly as he laughed, this person could give and take rather easily, and seemed to think the ends justified the means. From his arrogance at the very beginning, to his fury and helplessness afterwards, until he finally looked at Garen seriously, he could even forget about their past grudges for the greater benefit, inviting Garen to join in, to prevent the dgpm from overpowering them and monopolizing everything.

Garen turned around, a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

"I remembered you said before, that when obtaining the Living Secret Technique, it would often form all sorts of unique fantasies, these fantasies would mostly be an illusion formed by the unconscious emission of the secret technique’s aura. But what was that just now?"

The Cthulhu King had also seen that huge devil automatically releasing its backlash, instead smiling, bowing, and giving way to Garen. His eyes twinkled, who knows what he was thinking.

"Or maybe… maybe Your Excellency has a powerful existence in you that even Living Secret Techniques cannot resist…"

He lowered his voice slightly, replying softly.