Mystical Journey

This radio was actually the same gift he had gotten from those little guys in Kovitan, he had always been using it until now.

In no time, the radio was tuned to the channel that the former Thunder God, Hannet, had mentioned.

It was all empty inside, with only the crackling of signal interference.

"Hannet? You there?" he said at the radio.

There was no reply at all.

The time ticked past, and just as Garen thought he had input the wrong code, or that Hannet had lied to him, finally a tiny voice came through the crackling of the radio.

"Is it... Big Brother’s friend?" A timid girl’s voice came from the radio.

"I guess so, are you his little sister?" Garen asked.

"Yeah... Big Brother went out... He told me, if someone comes looking for him, then tell them, it might be a while before you can meet him..." The girl spoke hesitatingly.

Garen frowned, he had no idea when Black Sky and Obscuro would surface, time was now his biggest problem.

"Then can you tell me, where did your brother go?" He tried his best to make his voice sound friendly and easygoing.

"I don’t know either." The little girl replied in a small voice. "Recently there have been more and more people from the Cthulhuism Society, that Aud hurt Brother and Uncle last time, and now he’s back."

Garen thought about it, but he had never heard of a Cthulhu named Aud in the Cthulhuism Society.

"Is Aud very powerful?" He asked quietly.

"Mn, very powerful, Uncle nearly died thanks to him last time." The girl’s voice was slightly worried as she replied.

"Who’s Uncle?" Garen had no idea there were two such unknown people next to Hannet.

The little girl seemed to drop her defenses around his status as her brother’s friend, so under Garen’s prodding, she soon spilled the beans about the whole situation.

Compared to his glory before the reincarnation, Hannet had now almost hit rock-bottom.

That so-called Aud was the hunting dog that the Cthulhuism Society had sent to hunt down the three of them, he was the Thunder God’s number one general. His power was at the Spiritualized level, and every time he would force the three of them to a dead-end, or the edge of despair.

Thanks to the pressure by the Cthulhuism Society, the three of them had seen their family killed and destroyed, the Hannet of this life had no choice but to take his only blood-related younger sister and their family’s uncle on the run for their lives. And they kept getting hurt along the way.

If this was a martial arts hero story, perhaps these challenges were so many training sessions for him, and his mind might grow stronger and fuller from it, geniuses with astounding talent could train for future battles by battling now, growing stronger and stronger, finally creating some sort of base for them to work on.

Unfortunately, this was the world of totem users.

Totems required vast amounts of supplies for maintenance preservation, and that was not including the commodities needed for evolution. Every totem user was an expert in spending. Even back then, Goth could only start his road to evolution because the Blackfield Bird was practically useless, and so consumed very little, plus he had his father’s help and his mother’s planning.

With the way he was using it, Hannet was already considered very lucky that his core totem hadn’t degraded, as for evolving it, without the materials and supplies, he probably wouldn’t be able to evolve it for the rest of his life.

After chatting with the little girl for a while, finding out about Hannet’s current location and situation, Garen could hear that the girl was slightly tired and out of breath, so he took the initiative to stop the conversation.

Turning off the radio, he temporarily lost his motive to find Hannet and ask him for help in filtering, instead he took out the crystal ball again.

Filled with the Cthulhus’ Origins, the crystal ball looked extraordinarily beautiful, the black blood and purple sand floating and moving slowly, if he looked closely at the black blood, he could see hints of dark red blood threads. And there were some golden grains of sand vaguely hidden among the purple sand.

"Guess I’ll still study it for a bit first." Garen decided, twisting open the cover on the crystal ball, slightly less than half of the crystal ball was revealed, showing the Cthulhus’ Origins flowing inside.

First, he chose the slightly stronger War God’s Origins. After raising his awareness of the surrounding auras, to stand guard for possible threats, he carefully channeled the Black Water True Technique, and let it run at the highest state of activity.

Only then did he lightly reach out his pointer finger, lightly touching the mound of black blood with his finger. The tip of his finger was instantly covered with a tiny bit of black blood.

Closing back the cover, Garen looked at the bit of black blood on his finger carefully, one of the red blood lines on it kept swimming like a leech, as though it was alive. He couldn’t feel any movement of Totem Light on it, as though it was just a bit of normal blood.

Ah!!!

Suddenly, a piercing scream shot through Garen’s brain.

The red blood thread darted out abruptly, like a piercing thorn, aiming straight for Garen’s right eye.

The scream made him ever so slightly slow to react, it was just an instant, then Garen immediately flicked away the black blood, rapidly retreating backwards.

Boom!!!

His surroundings gave a huge jolt, and in the distant unknown darkness, a pair of black blood eyes opened slowly. Transcending an uncountable distance, just as the blood thread was about to pierce through Garen’s eyeball, their gazes met,

"Black Water!!!" Garen roared, the Black Water True Technique throughout his entire body activating at once. His right hand became a bolt of black lightning, wrapped up in countless black water, and with a whoosh, almost as though it teleported, he pinched the blood thread precisely.

The tip of the blood thread collapsed and broke off, the thorn continuing to attack Garen’s eye.

Clang!!

Garen flicked it with his fingernail, and at the same time he chased after it, utterly flicking away the broken tip.

Bam-bam-bam!!

Garen took a few continuous steps back, leaving deep and clear steps in the floorboards, until finally his legs were deeply sunk into the floor, and he finally stayed steady on the spot, unmoving.

He had the blood thread caught between his fingers, his chest rising and falling drastically, a tiny sweat already broken out on his forehead.

Just in that instance, before the Flash Screen even had time to activate, the moment that blood thread ambushed him, he had completely relied on his instincts to stop, if it weren’t for the fact that the King of the Century level meant he had terrifyingly precise control of his body, his body probably wouldn’t have been able to react at all.

Even if it were a Form Five fighter, they might not be able to react to such an attack.

"Those eyes... that aura... the Cthulhu King!" Garen’s fingers gave a jolt, and the blood thread instant scattered into red dots of light, vanishing.

Other than that peak-level fighter, what other method could have gone around his Totem Light, and almost made him, Garen, unable to react. Just in that instance, Garen vaguely felt his heart grow unsteady, the changes in that moment were far too fast, and too terrifying.

The level of threat Garen felt from that blood thread was no lower than a direct frontal attack from the Cthulhu King.

Sitting down cross-legged, he quickly began adjusting his body’s condition. But just then, the Nine-Headed Dragon that had already been fused took that opportunity to struggle.

Before they were completely fused, totems still had their instinctive need to struggle.

Pfft!!

Garen couldn’t help but spray out a mouthful of blood. His complexion turned pale for a moment. Although he had long since prepared himself mentally, he had guessed that there would be something wrong with the Cthulhu’s Origins. But he hadn’t thought it would be this direct and explosively violent.

"That was close... To think that just a normal Cthulhu’s Origins would also be hiding the Cthulhu King’s tricks." His face was as pale as paper, most of his blood qi used to press down the restless dragon heads.

"Cthulhu King..." A flash of hatred shot past Garen’s eyes.

Whoosh!!

Garen’s figure disappeared in an instant, and the two clouds of Cthulhus’ Origins vanished as well.

A huge hole had soundlessly opened up in the tree hole room’s window. A black figure shot into the sky like a bat.

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Enderian Ambassadorial Hall

Garen’s figure instantly appeared in front of the door.

Boom!!!

With one fist, the large door instantly fell apart, exploding inwards into countless shards of shrapnel.

"Who are you!!!" A few guards and a totem user on duty looked over nervously.

Garen strode forward, stepping indoors. Ignoring the commotion around him, he raised his head and looked at the second floor of the Ambassadorial Hall. By the window there, a young woman’s surprised face was also looking down at him.

Garen spread open his arms, and copious black water vapors began to spray from his body. The countless black clouds formed several dragon necks, twining around Garen’s right arm.

Brrr!!

The ground rang with a series of explosions, and Garen morphed into a bolt of black lightning, crashing his fist towards the direction of the woman on the second floor.

Roar...!!!

Countless roars from the Nine-Headed Dragon overlapped, they roared and howled at the same time, the five black dragons twisted around his arm like a black pillar of aura as it crashed towards the second floor of the whole Ambassadorial Hall.

In the night sky, among the black-green sea of trees, a black cloud exploded and began to spread.

Amidst the many black clouds, the five black dragons flew around in circles, destroying everything in sight. The deafening dragon roars kept reverberating in the air.

The Ambassadorial Hall was turning into countless shards of debris amidst the black clouds, and a pillar of blood light shot into the sky.

"Garen! You’ve gone mad!" The piercing woman’s voice could be heard throughout half of the Ancestral God Grounds.

There was another huge dragon roar, and the five black dragons merged, forming the largest dragon mouth that gnashed at the air fiercely.

It had actually bit and swallowed up the red light.

"You nearly destroyed my roots! The Cthulhuism Society, you’re dead!!" Garen’s voice was mixed with the dragon roars, ringing out explosively.

From the very beginning, his intention behind obtaining the Cthulhu’s Origins had already been clear to the Cthulhuism Society, and they had purposely tweaked the War God’s Origins, or maybe even all the Origins. Since the Cthulhuism Society had forsaken even the last veil of concealment, and had openly declared war on him, he no longer had any reason to hold back.

If you want me to die, I’ll kill you first!

The black clouds scattered, and Garen grabbed Number One’s head with one hand, his fingers like dragon fangs as they pierced deep into Number One’s skull, drawing five deep holes into her pretty face. The grey matter leaked out together with her blood.

If he hadn’t been prepared beforehand, raising his awareness while checking the Origins, this ambush may have succeeded, and then it would be nearly impossible for him to enter the Form Five fusion phase.

He was this close to being forced out of his fusion phase, this close to wasting all his previous efforts. All of the fused dragon heads nearly broke free from his blood qi control. He never wanted to experience that sort of feeling ever again.

Beneath the Ancestral God Grounds, on the many Ancestral God Trees, the many tree holes began to light up, in no time at all, the green and yellow lights were all illuminated.

Soon enough, several powerful auras shot into the sky, Garen glanced at them coldly, picked up the body and rapidly disappeared into the night sky.