Mystical Journey Chapter 706 – Awe Chapter 2

Chapter 706: Awe 2

Garen stepped on the ruins of the countless estates and when he looked around, he could see that large pieces of silver statue fragments were scattered everywhere. They were silver in color but were more likely to be made out of a high-tech alloy than the precious metal. Occasionally, the remnants of some sophisticated circuit appliances could also be seen.

Wisps of black and white smoke were floating around the estate, and some areas were even on fire.

Garen was bare from the waist up, and the horrifying muscles of his body were like black metal armor that twitched with every slight movement while encasing his entire body.

It looked like the armor of a human machine, one that could morph constantly. He did not look human at all.

The final form of the Waterbird Fist was the improved version of the West Phoenix Fist —— the Flight of the Evil Phoenix. The reason why it was called Evil Phoenix was due to its terrifying lethality; this level could no longer be considered as a proper technique but an evil technique. It was why Garen had made it the Waterbird Fist’s final form, included it as a secret technique, and written it down as the final version in the demonic book. The Flight of the Evil Phoenix that was written in the demonic book would be a benchmark for the power of the Two-Faced Waterbird Fist.

He glanced at the miserable estate once again.

All the walls had collapsed, and the remains of the building were not over a meter in height, and he could no longer tell the artifacts apart from each other; everything had become piles of different colored dust.

With the exception of Hochman, Dahm and all of the beings who have trained the Waterbird fist, including the few magic mist knights of the dark witches, they had all turned into piles of different colored dust when the moisture in their body had been completely evaporated.

This was the true horror of the Flight of the Evil Phoenix.

It destroyed the water particles in all living things under the high-frequency oscillation, and rapidly evaporated and dried to the point where it would turn anything into dust. Only secret users who have practiced the Waterbird Fist would be able to reduce its terrifying damage depending on the level of their skill.

Just by gently touching the edge of a broken wall.

Crash!

The wall collapsed and released a huge cloud of dust. With the moisture absorption, high-frequency oscillation, as well as the violent impact of the air current, only the most rigid materials could survive after the being hit by the combined assault.

The Nighthawks and the people from the Holy Fist Palace worked together to quickly carry Hochman and Dahm away. Each one of them who met Garen treated him as though he was a God-like being, with traces of respect and fanaticism.

That kind of fist technique was like a mythological fist technique! It was beyond their logic and understanding. That was not a field that ordinary humans could stand upon, it was an extraordinary field that belonged to the blood breeds and wizards.

While Angel was commanding her men to clean up the battlefield and help the wounded, she glanced at Garen from behind with passion and adoration.

AG slowly caught up with Garen from the ruins, while Nasira, who had a complicated look on her face, was standing beside him along with two helpers: Manasi and a high ranked witch.

“You’ve become stronger…” AG sighed lightly.

“You just never understood how strong I am,” Garen turned around and replied softly.

In fact, after he’d reached this level, he was no longer interested in this world’s blood breeds.

If it wasn’t for the pressure from Nadia regarding the void creatures, he would not have disputed over such trifling matters with the blood breed and witches. He would’ve made a move and established his superiority immediately. By doing so, the matter would not have been delayed until now.

“What are you planning to do next? I’m done with my part,” Garen casually asked.

According to the divided tasks, all he had to do was deal with the silver magic golem, then AG and Nasira would deal with the rest.

“Both parties are equal now,” AG casually answered, “About the Upper-Level blood breeds, we have finished off the entire secret party, and now the three of us and their three elders are the last remaining forces,” there was a mysterious smile on his aging face.

Without needing instructions, Nasira, who was standing at the side, looked at the Thousand-Legged Serpent beside her, nodded slightly, and withdrew a silver snake-shaped pendant. She walked to a part of the estate ruins and dropped it on the ground lightly.

The silver snake pendant freely fell towards the ground and made a clang when it hit a pile of black dust, which was the sound made when gold collided with iron.

In that instant, a circle of black ripples started spreading from the ground, and the affected areas were blackened, forming a huge seven to eight meters wide black hole.

Shadows started forming on both sides of the hole and two hound-like strange creature statues were formed. There was a stair extending downwards in the middle of the hole.

“I’ve opened it, the actual core residence of the Wellington family, the family’s underground palace,” Nasira quickly returned to her previous stance, “This part of them is similar to the vampires in the movie, they like to live underground and absorb the earth’s yin essence.”

“The Garden of the Immortals, it is their reliance and they claimed that it is an absolutely forbidden zone that can never be broken into,” there was a mocking smile on AG’s face, “It seems like tonight, it will be completely destroyed.”

He strode into the underground palace with his cane and soon disappeared into the darkness.

He was followed by Nasira and the two upper-class witches. The rest of the witches were trying to clean up the battlefield. One by one, they walked in in a well-ordered manner; they were very experienced and not even a wince was observed. Only when they saw Garen did they reveal a respectful look, but other than that they were not nervous at all. It was obvious that they were very experienced in fighting wars, or they’d planned this for a long time.

Garen squinted.

Things had gotten completely ugly with the blood breeds. Previously, because Raffaele and the other witches had been protecting their hometown, they protected his parents and sister too, so he only needed to add a few more bodyguards and it was enough. Moreover, the people that they used to provoke were just ordinary forces and none of them were highly ranked, so he was able to cope with it. But now, he really had to deal with it immediately.

As for the safety of his parents, Garen had already sent people to get them. Even before he made a move, he had already expected it, that if things were to get ugly, a place like Grana would not be able to withstand their revenge, and the people that he sent should almost be at the headquarters by now.

The headquarters was also no longer the old one in Berlin, but a new place, a remodeled palace at the summit of the American mountain which had been bought by Hochman and Dahm to be made the Holy Fist’s headquarters.

However, Garen believed that the best defense was to attack and destroy the enemy, as there would naturally be no more danger.

The reasons he’d come was to test the strength of his men as well as make use of the blood breeds’ power to toughen the future core members of the Holy Palace.

The last was to test the strength of blood breeds and at the same time, repay AG’s favor. The previous attack on his sister had been just a lead.

“Captain, are we following?” Angel whispered to him.

“AG is about to break through, it seems like getting the two holy objects was his core objective of this mission,” Garen said calmly, “I also wanted to have a look at the real immortal beings, and how powerful they are.”

He glanced at Angel.

“You do not have to go, I will go by myself. Be careful of surprise attacks by the blood breeds, and have Quentin back you up.”

“Understood.”

Although now all the experts of the Secret Party present were either severely wounded or killed, it was not everyone from the Secret Party, and there were still two more major secret clans which could gather experts to reinforce this heavily damaged party.

After arranging the situation properly, he jumped into the hole and glided downwards in silence like a bat.

Berlin

The group of moving vehicles was the same as normal vehicles. Everyone was busy as the commanding officer barked out orders while he managing the transportation of all sorts of items.

Several Nighthawk members dressed in plain clothing with bulging bellies glanced around the area vigilantly.

In the evening, the carrier workers were busily working on the lower floor of the mansion; they had not even gotten to the second floor.

Through the darkness of the second floor, blurry shadows were slowly yet steadily moving towards the secretive, hidden room on the second floor. It was as though they were the shadows of the curtains, and no one noticed their presence.

The two groups of shadows were communicating in voices so low that ordinary people would be unable to hear.

“He definitely left, it’s our chance.”

“The source of the weirdness must be the room on the second floor.”

“Pay attention to avoid traps.”

“Understood.”

In a suburban district forest that was less than ten kilometers away from the two groups of shadows.

A group of people dressed in black was commanding in a nervous yet ordered manner.

Medis and Kabb from the Bailey Group were smiling as they stared at the huge projection screen in front of them.

“That man has finally left, it has been confirmed that he left Berlin completely and will not return anytime soon, otherwise he won’t have people moving his stuff,” Medis whispered, “According to my investigation, and the news I heard from the Primary Colors group, there must be some important secret of Garen’s combat club.”

“What is the progress of the research?” Kabb whispered his question.

“Very good, the secret technique we got out of the dying Nighthawk, after putting it into the test, the effect after deriving it in the computer is astonishing! Thirty out of a hundred people who participated in the training reached a remarkable level, they were almost comparable to the world’s top mercenaries’ levels! Even though they themselves are strong candidates, it’s undeniable that the secret technique has greatly enhanced their strength.”

“Even such a simple technique is so useful? Then will the core secret techniques not be that applicable?” Kabb was surprised.

“It is very useful, they are all extremely horrifying killing techniques.” Medis squinted his eye and revealed a foxlike smile. In that instance, something more eye-catching appeared on the projection screen.

A few sturdy and sharp looking elite Nighthawk members were carefully carrying a box covered in black cloth out of the mansion and heading towards the car. In the void that could not be seen, the box was surrounded by some kind of oppressing yet horrifying distortion feeling, it was similar to the airflow that looked distorted above flames.

“That is….” Medis muttered. “The secret in the secret room, it must be in that box!”

“Get ready to make a move.” Kabb giggled as he slowly took out a weird looking black mask. The forehead of the mask was covered with dense eye-like holes, and it was the same mask as Garen, the Sleepless Faces mask!

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