Mystical Journey

Garen, who was smiling at first, now had a different expression on his face. The darkness in his eyes that resembled the deep ocean had faded, while the black crack in his forehead had disappeared instantly, exposing an alarming color. His entire body, excluding his neck, was constantly exploding below, and it had only been a moment before his recently fixed body had exploded into many pieces.

The black mist lingered around him, and after a moment, his body returned to its original state, but the painful throbbing from earlier left a sense of fear in Garen’s heart. He controlled the black mist and moved it more than ten meters backwards, while looking at God Cloud who stood on the shore from afar.

He was no longer a rookie, unlike during the first battle with Ivycius. He had read and memorized a large amount of knowledge from the secret library in the palace, allowing him to understand God Cloud better.

God Cloud practiced the strangest Locked Wheel Secret Technique. It was rumored that there were nine realms of this Secret Technique, and that God Cloud had achieved the highest realm more than ten years ago. However, from his records, he had never heard of that untraceable ability from earlier.

God Cloud’s face remained unchanged. The black wheel on his right shoulder moved again, letting out crisp bell noises.

Bang!!

Garen’s body that had just been restored exploded again.

"Back!!" Without hesitating, Garen gathered the black mist and suddenly turned it into a ray of black light, allowing it to fly past. Within a blink of an eye, it disappeared deeper into the sea. The surrounding Poison Mist also quickly disappeared completely.

"Everyone assumed that there were only nine levels of the Locked Wheel, unfortunately, I exhausted my efforts, and finally pushed it to its unprecedented tenth level." God Cloud’s expression remained indifferent while he stood in his original position, looking at the direction in which Garen was leaving.

Suddenly, his left hand clawed against the beach floor.

A black light flashed, and a dull banging noise could be heard before a large cloud of Poison Mist exploded on the beach. Black light shot out of the Poison Mist and flew towards Garen like arrows.

"This is indeed worthy of God Cloud!" Garen’s voice echoed out of the black light faintly.

Aixi, who stood on the side, finally sighed in relief, as she walked over to stand beside God Cloud.

"Is he really leaving?"

God Cloud nodded.

Bang bang bang bang!!!

In a blink of an eye, countless bloody wounds exploded throughout his body, and large amounts of black blood gushed out, while the occasional Totem Light chains that circled his body broke as well.

"Go!" God Cloud struggled to spit the word out before he fainted.

Aixi, shocked beyond words, and waved her hand frantically. A piece of white satin flew out from her sleeve wrapping round the both of them then loosening, before both persons within the satin disappeared completely.

The white satin flew inland, and within the blink of an eye had apparently traveled more than a hundred meters, quickly disappearing on the horizon.

The moment both of them left, a shroud of black mist suddenly drifted over the surface of the sea, and within the mist, Garen’s figure appeared clearly. Both of his eyes scanned his surroundings. His nose twitched slightly before a stern gaze flashed in his eyes suddenly.

"Apparently I’ve been fooled as well! Fine fine fine!"

His figure turned, before Garen’s entire body turned into black mist once again and disappeared.

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Within the borders of Daniela

Woo~~~~~~!!

The bleak and distant sound of a horn echoed from the top of the vast forest.

On the edge of an unusually tall white cliff, a large hand with cast-iron like muscles held a two-meter long black horn, raised toward the sky, its clear sound ringing continuously.

Boom!!

On the ground far away, a blood red air pillar shot into the sky suddenly, piercing through the clouds, dyeing the vast blue sky into red. The surrounding clouds gathered around the blood pillar and formed around it quickly, rotating around it.

"Welcome, God King!!!" The giant threw the horn down, before kneeling on the ground, and prostrating in worship.

"Welcome, God King!!!" Countless ear-piercing roars echoed from the bottom of the forest.

Within the green forest, hoards of bloodied Cthulhuism Society followers appeared, raising both of their hands as they prostrated in the direction of the blood pillar.

Countless faint chirping noises could be heard. Suddenly, countless Cthulhu silhouettes flashed in the sky.

It was the Water God, Light God, and Thunder God.

The three of them walked towards the blood pillar and bowed with a single hand pressed against their chests.

"May the wounds of the God King heal!"

Three different voices announced in unison, and their voices sounded through the empty space clearly, echoing far and wide, not fading out in the slightest.

"Even if your King’s wounds heal, we must still collect an abundance of Glittering Water, and get our hands on all of the Glittering Ponds beyond." A cold voice that was indistinguishable as male or female echoed from afar. "This water source will be a great help for our Secret Technique magic powers."

"Yes!" replied the three Cthulhus respectfully, as their Origin Cores were already within the Cthulhu King’s hands, making them unable to object.

"I can already clearly feel, the fated son of destruction that will endanger myself is none other than Hannet Thunderstorm," Cthulhu King said softly. "Go, all of you together, and bring him to me. I want to hang him from the top of Steele Cathedral."

The three middle-level Cthulhus did not hesitate at all, and quickly left in various directions.

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Within the large open area between Kovitan’s Ultimate Protection and Ender.

White snow covered the rolling hills, and within the layers of snowy peaks was a secluded hilltop in a shaded area.

Dark grey stone ruins stood alone on one of the lower snow covered hill tops.

Most of these ruins were once dark grey stone buildings. Most of them had collapsed completely, but the most eye-catching one was a dark grey cathedral.

The sharp roof of the cathedral pierced through the sky, and the entire cathedral was shaped like a mountain. However it had more than just three sharp points, instead they seemed like sharp spears that had been piled together, and together had more than ten points, all of different heights.

The cathedral had a single dome-shaped protrusion, twenty meters tall, as wide as a football field. It was paved neatly with large black bricks, smooth, and unusually clean.

Within the dome contained the main hall, and was surrounded by twenty meter tall white stone columns that resembled human fingers. Hard and straight, the fingers supported the entire roof of the cathedral.

Cold mountain air blew past, whistling endlessly. Torches with blue fire stuck to each of the pillars and illuminated the hall in blue and white, making it bright and clear.

Inside the hall, were many people, some standing and some sitting. These people were either dressed in black, white or red robes. Within the black and white robes were many different shades, with robes of all colors. Most of the groups were led by elders, while the younger people occupied a separate section. These people in different colored robes made up at least ten different groups.

There were four groups that contained the most people.

Black, white, green and red. These four groups contained the most people, and had formed a circle, surrounding the center of the hall.

There was a large empty space in the middle of the hall where no one stood, as if for no reason.

The cold winds whistled, and only a few voices could be heard in the hall, although more than a hundred people had gathered in the cathedral, but everyone was focused on something, as if they were waiting for a specific timing.

"It’s almost time." Among the people in black robes, a man who was fully covered in long robes stepped forward slowly and said softly. Although his voice was low and feeble, everyone could still hear his words clearly.

"It should be now." Within the group of people in red robes, an old man with white hair and a bushy beard narrowed his eyes and said.

"It’s an old rule, so you should go first this time," the man in the black robe laughed.

The bushy-bearded old man nodded, and without holding back, stood directly in the center of the empty space.

"Now, all clans, please release your Totems!" he said loudly.

When he stopped speaking, the remaining black, white, and green color groups all took a step forward at the same time. None of them spoke while their whole bodies faintly glowed with Totem Light.

Black, white and green, the lights of all three different colors started off dim and became stronger quickly, before becoming bright, and finally blinding.

The Totem Lights of all three groups of people gathered together, transforming into three balls of light and hanging above their heads.

Among the three Totem Light balls, the black one was a ball of moving black flames. The white one was a complicated but gorgeous white flower. The green one was a large bird that had three pairs of eyes.

The three Totem Light balls flew towards the center of the hall simultaneously.

The red robed, bushy-bearded old man stretched his skinny, wrinkled arms out slowly, and raised them up high.

Tch!!

A blinding ray of light shot out of his fingertip suddenly. Within the red light, a beautiful red lotus bloomed slowly.

Black, white, green and red, these four lights fused with one another, and as if they had collapsed, all of the lights shrunk into one another.

The four rays of Totem Light immediately suppressed themselves and shrunk into a dot the size of a soybean, before hanging in the center of the hall.

The red robed old man looked at his own faction in a flustered manner, before leaving the center.

Boom!!!

Suddenly, the entire hall burst in an explosion of red light. All four lights turned into a sea of red before all of the Totem images disappeared completely.

The floors of the whole building shook violently, as if an earthquake was shaking snowy peak.

The avalanche was accompanied by an incredible amount of snow, shaking the ground violently as it crashed down the mountain.

Strangely, no one had moved from the hall. Everyone’s gazes were fixated on the blooming red light in the center. No matter how much the outside shook, this light remained steadily in place, while its whirlpool-like interior continued to rotate clockwise slowly.

"The fourteenth Clash of Clans begins now," announced the red robed old man hurriedly. "The organizer for this round is the Red Lotus Society!!"

The red robed old man waved a single hand before a faint red light screen suddenly floated on top of the heads of everyone inside the hall. This listed, in more than ten different languages, each clan’s previous rankings.

‘First place: Obscuro Society. Second place: Red Lotus Society. Third place: Terraflor Society. Fourth place: Resonance Tower.’

"It’s an old rule, but only the first four places have the right to enter the Tungus list, and obtain key and the permission to be in charge of opening the Tungus remains." said the old man loudly, while his voice echoed throughout the entire hall, allowing everyone to hear him clearly.

"Obscuro’s representatives please come forward." The old man from Red Lotus Society turned his gaze towards the group of black robed people. "For this contest, which three people would you like to send as representatives?"

"Three people?" The leader of the black robes suddenly smiled faintly.

Caw!!

A pitch-black crow flew into the hall from outside, beat its wings, and landed on the black robed man’s right shoulder at once.

"Go, Gelouse..." The black robed man stretched his hand out and pointed, and the black crow flew down suddenly, before its body became bigger and it grew fiercer. In the blink of an eye, it melted and transformed, before solidifying into a black robed figure wearing a hood.

"Gelouse!!"

At once, astonished voices could be heard, and the old man from the Red Lotus Society turned pale. The faces of the white robed people from Terraflor Society quickly turned serious as well.

"You’re not Obscuro!" yelled the green robed leader of the Resonance Tower.

The pale corners of the black robed man’s mouth curled into a smile, as he reached his hand out to remove the hood on his head.

A pale, bald man suddenly appeared in front of everyone. His skin color was of an unusual kind of paleness. It had dull silver-grey tones, without a hint of rosiness, and resembled smooth hard stone.

He had no eyebrows, no beard, and not a single strand of hair to be seen, not on his entire head.

He had faint wrinkles on his forehead, and both of his eyes were deep and bright, like the clearest blue lakes and gems.

He loosened the black robe on his body, exposing the heavy and complicated black armor underneath.

"The thousand year-long dispute between clans should end today..."

"Looks like you’ve truly broken through, Hellgate..."

Among the people in white robes, two of them stood out slowly, removing their hoods, exposing that themselves as a man and a woman. The man was handsome, while the woman was beautiful, and both of their foreheads were embedded with silver flower head ornaments.

"Sisley, Aud, I’m so glad that you’re still alive," said Hellgate with a sincere smile.