Mystical Journey

Black Knights dominated the field with their numbers, while Dual Headed Salamanders blanketed the sky.

The small group of White Knights were surrounded beside a seemingly bottomless pit. Garen and his friend were also surrounded as they stood on a giant stone column at the other side of the pit.

Gulaman was leading the Black Knights, and there was a black-shirted man and a black armored knight standing behind him.

He looked down into the endless pit.

"Where’s the Heirloom?’

"We have searched everywhere but to no avail. I believe those two have taken it away and the current situation is because of the Heirloom." The man said in a cold tone.

"Take it from them!" Gulaman reached out his hand and the knight beside him respectfully passed him a black spear.

He took the spear, waved it and an almost innumerable amount of densely packed black symbols appeared.

"Hand over the Heirloom! Follow my orders and become my slave or lose your life!!" Gulaman shouted towards the Black stone column far away.

At the edge of the pit.

The White Knights remained group together with an adamant will. Blood stains covered their white armor, and some were armors were fully soaked with blood.

The weapons on their hands were either broken or blunt. There were no injured knights, as those who were injured had already died. When a knight sustains a wound, it meant that their totem light was broken, and without the protection of the totem light, a simple stab or the partner’s sputtered light could cause death under the chaotic battle.

None of the White Knights made a noise, but some of them were either hyperventilating, wiping off the blood that was about to enter their eyes or comforting the horses that might not last for another minute. Some of them were even whispering among themselves and no one could hear them clearly.

The leader of the White Knights had Princess Larain in his arms as he held a silver double-edged greatsword four meters long with one hand. The sword was filled with dried blood, and on top of the caked blood was fresh, still dripping crimson blood.

The white horse that he was on was also covered in white armor, but it was already ragged and each wound on its body was not a light one.

The aberrated horse had reached its limit. One of its eyes was stabbed blind, leaving behind a hole filled with blood. However, it stood strong on the ground and carried the two of them.

"Uncle White Sky, are we able to survive this? ..." Larain was flabbergasted as she confided in the white knight leader while in his arms, her voice coarse from wear.

"I’m not sure." The leader of the white knight said calmly.

He looked far at the black stone column and noticed those two on top were in serious trouble.

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At the edge of the black stone column.

"Aren’t you clear about my terms?"

The Black Knight’s voice traveled within the noise from the aberrated horse and dual headed salamanders, but both of them ignored him.

"I will never pass you the Sun-Sealing Demonic Wheel." Cthulhu King said coldly. "Other than this, I will accept your conditions."

"It’s very unfortunate, but that is my only condition." Garen smiled cunningly.

In an instant, his body disappeared slowly.

An afterimage!

The Cthulhu King immediately raised up his hand and shot out a red beam few meters away from him to his left.

He didn’t even look at the result and immediately stomped his leg and straightened his hands to hit onto something.

Boom!!

A black figure appeared as it collided with his arm. However, the black figure didn’t even slow down at all. In fact, it used its momentum to fly towards the big group of Black Knights.

"Don’t even think about it!!" The Cthulhu King thought of one possibility and immediately chased after the black figure and tried to block its path. He then shot out streams of red lights from his hands, legs, mouth and eyes.

One would immediately vaporize if one were to come in contact with the Light of Destruction. However, as it was highly condensed, it didn’t spread out everywhere and the red lights that were shot out formed into countless of red dots and returned back to the Cthulhu King, becoming the source of the next attack.

The black figure kept colliding with the red lights a few hundred times a second in the sky. Every time it was in contact with the red dot, a booming sound was produced. The others could only hear a buzzing sound from the collision.

"Retreat!!" The Cthulhu tried to delay Garen, as a melee battle was not his strength. He had no choice but to shout at the Black Knights in rage.

Both of them flew in the sky, and some Dual Headed Salamanders which were grazed instantly exploded and turned into black fluid.

"Hehe!!"

Garen laughed softly as his right hand transformed into black fluid, and instantly solidified into a black giant dragon head, at least ten meters long and five to six meters wide.

Roar!! Fuh!!

The red beam pierced through the dragon head that just appeared, and it had no choice but to revert back to Garen’s right arm.

The black figure tried to dive from the sky, but each time it was being obstructed by the red beam.

The crowd of Black Knights started to expand and the quantity of Dual Headed Salamander in the sky increased as well.

Thousands of totem light force fields had surrounded both of them.

Gulman’s expression had become dimmer by the second.

He raised up his black rifle.

"How dare you challenge the prestige Atria Alliance’s green field!!"

"Kill them!!" The black knights around him suddenly roared.

"Kill!!""Kill!!"

"Long live the Atria Alliance!!"

The black knights and the Bullhorn Warrior who were on the flying dragon’s back started to roar.

Suddenly, countless of dual-headed salamanders rushed towards those two in the sky. They were holding onto weapons with totem light and some of them released black arrows from their hands whereas the others were releasing some green powder, covering the whole sky with a semi-transparent green plant.

In that instant, tens of dual-headed salamanders rushed towards, and the two of them and engaged battle with them. It looked like a dark red ball from afar.

"They came here on their own. You can’t blame me for that!" Garen suddenly laughed loudly in the sky.

"Light of ten thousand... Uff!!"

The Cthulhu King was suddenly muted.

A red figure came out from the red ball and landed on the ground with great force, creating a huge amount of dust in the process.

Then, a huge amount of black smoke started to rush out from the red ball which the flying dragon surrounded.

It was as if the black smoke was alive, as it started forming into a giant salamander dragon head. It was at least thirty meters long and cast a giant shadow onto the ground.

The dragon opened its mouth, to the point where its cheeks started to tear apart from the edge of its mouth to its ears. It was as if half of the brain was completely split into half.

"What... What is that!!??" Gulaman released the spear in his hand without realizing, and it landed onto the floor. He raised his head as he stared mindlessly at the black smoke dragon head in fear.

This intense intimidation had completely covered everyone in the field. Thousands of totem users and salamanders stood still, rooted to where they were.

The dark green field was slowly covered by red blood, drenching the four legs of all battle horses.

Everyone, including both the Black Knights and White Knights, looked up at the sky.

The giant dragon head had blocked off all the sunlight. It was like a natural disaster opening its mouth.

Puff!

The sky suddenly went silent.

In an instant, at least two hundred dual headed salamanders were bitten in half. Those who had surrounded the red ball had completely disappeared, including the people riding them.

There were people who pulled half of their bodies out from the side of the dragon’s mouth. However, they were immediately sucked back in and didn’t even have the chance to scream for help.

"It’s my win, Cthulhu King." A voice reverberated in the sky.

"Mon... Monster..."

It was as if a single drop of water was dropped into a bowl of boiling oil. The whole team of Black Knights were devastated.

"Monster!!""Ah!!""Kill him!!"

"Kill!!""Long live the Atria Alliance!!"

Some shouted in involuntary fear.

There were even more people started to retreat, keeping their heads down as if their lives depended on it. Everyone ran away without raising their head at all.

There were even people who rode the flying dragon and rushed towards him with tears in their eyes. Immediately, they were swallowed by it, and not a single drop of blood was left behind.

Any attack launched instantly melted and became part of the black smoke the moment they entered it.

"The... The Holy Lord will never forgive you!!" Gulaman said as his voice trembled. His legs were completely immersed in a blood-like fluid, and he started to tremble in fear. It sapped every ounce of his energy, sucking away his ability to move.

Two of the leaders behind him was also glued by the plasma-like fluid and couldn’t move at all. It was as if their bodies weren’t theirs.

The black smoke surrounded them and binded them like a rope and gently threw them upwards.

The Black Smoke Dragon Head opened its mouth wide and ate them like they were its afternoon snack. It hadn’t even bothered to chew.

The never-ending plasma and black smoke spread across the sky and land, as it captured those Black Knights who couldn’t escape in time and threw them into the dragon’s mouth.

On the other hand, the leader of White Knights released a circle of white light and covered everyone as they hid inside the dark cave. They sought refuge inside the caves while the others ignored them, avoiding a massacre they had no hope to defend against.

"It’s over, Cthulhu King. I have almost cracked the code to you Sun-Sealing Demonic Wheel’s workings." Garen’s voice came from the sky.

Within the crater, an ill-looking, bloody figure slowly rose up.

His mask was broken during the battle, revealing a pale, young and handsome face. There were two red circles that were rotating on his pupils and they even had pointers on it as if it were a clock. The left one was moving quickly while the right one was moving slowly.

"If not for these fools you fed on, do you really think you can beat me?!" The Cthulhu King gritted his teeth.

It almost completely seemed like cheating; a fat juicy piece meat landed directly into his mouth just as both of them had almost depleted their strength.

"What a fool of a failure." Garen’s voice appeared once more. "Just admit that you can’t win me. Whatever reasons you have are just excuses."

The Cthulhu King was very angry.

If not for his desire to survive and the group of fools who fed him power at the very last second, even Phiroth wouldn’t dare to humiliate him like that!

As both of them spoke to each other, the Black Knights on the ground and the Salamanders in the sky were almost wiped out. They were either dead, or had escaped.

Four purple figures had stealthily appeared at the edge of the battlefield as they looked at them. They were the four Demon Phoenixes.