Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Boom!
Garen grabbed a white spider-silk and tugged at it fiercely.
The extremely-slender silk was actually much tougher than a steel wire, as it did not snap with such a violent pull.
Garen followed the stretch of this spider-silk quickly, and the entire dragon-body moved like a flowing liquid.
Soon, he saw a large circular hole suspended in the white s.p.a.ce. The big hole led to a room that was like an aristocrat's study room.
A deathly pale young man with blood all over him was lying on the floor. It seemed that he was losing too much blood. An unparalleled resentment was rising from his body, and this resentment was even almost condensing into a tangible black gas.
“I… Andrew Gordra, vowed here… even if I have to give my soul, will never ever let the Malone Household acquire Gordra!!!”
The young aristocrat's resentment had reached an extremely horrific point. Garen did not know what hatred had brought him to this state, but this did not prevent him from responding to the summons.
If such a soul could be transformed into an Undead, it might be a good helping hand to him.
This fellow, with his strength around Level Seven, was a standard Silver-Striped Knight. He was poisoned with some incurable poison so the body was of no value, but the soul was still at Level Seven.
Garen shook his body and moved in through the hole.
His body slowly formed in the study and quickly condensed from the platinum liquid into a ferocious White Dragon that was slightly taller than a person.
“I heard your summon and your appeal from the Vengeance Fortress. In accordance with the ancient contract, I will fulfil your desire. In return, your soul shall belong to me forever.”
Garen loudly chanted the standard Divine Power Notes of the Contract Matrix.
The young aristocrat in front finally showed some pain and delight from the revenge he was about to get out of hatred.
“Kill… Kill everyone…! This is my only wish…”
Garen leaned down and stared into the other party's eyes.
“Your wish is my command.”
His voice had just faltered.
A b.l.o.o.d.y red three-dimensional rune suddenly emerged between the man and the dragon. The rune was like a token, and it rotated several times before instantly blasting into b.l.o.o.d.y red luminous spots and dissipating.
Garen waved his wings and took out a Soul Crystal. The young man's soul floated out of his body, turned into a cloud of white smoke, and wormed into the crystal.
After this, only then did he scan around the room.
Although the study was full of aristocratic furnis.h.i.+ngs, they were extremely shabby and ancient. It was apparent that there were only a few books on the shelf, and the desk had acc.u.mulated a thick layer of dust.
“Poor little fellow.” Garen looked at the young man. If the Level Seven-soul were to be a.s.similated into the Abyss, coupled with this huge resentment, perhaps after being transformed into an Undead, his strength could increase to Level Eight. Entering Level Eight as such a young age, the potential was beyond measure.
“I'll just treat it as doing you a favor.”
“d.a.m.n it! Who s.n.a.t.c.hed my p.a.w.n!!” Suddenly, there was a scream of anger from the hole behind him.
There obviously was another Abyss existence that wanted to seize this soul.
“Get lost!” Garen impatiently flapped his wings, and a horrific Level Twelve-strength instantly slammed at the hole, pus.h.i.+ng back the fluctuations of the strength that was about to spurt out.
The Level Ten-existence over that side immediately quite down and did not dare to speak a word. But for sure, there would be full of resentment. A Level Twelve-existence actually came over to fight with him, a Level Ten, for a Level Seven-soul. This was simply shameless, alright!?
Garen ignored all these.
He beat his wings and flew off.
Boom!!
The ceiling above was smashed by him, and a dark ice barrier formed by a mixture of frost and negative energy floated around his entire body. This barrier blocked all the dust and dirt on the outside.
Garen charged upward, slammed through the first floor, and darted out of the two-story building. His surrounding was finally an open s.p.a.ce.
He had rushed into a vast area from a small s.p.a.ce in a flash.
Surrounded by a vast expanse of forest, he was at the top of an ancient blue-grey castle. The fort tip of the ancient castle was shattered by him, and it slowly slanted toward the left and fell.
Horrifying human screams were heard coming from the castle beneath.
“It's a giant dragon!! The evil White Dragon Clan!!”
“No! That's not an ordinary White Dragon. It's an Abyss White Dragon!!”
An old Wizard looked up at Garen in despair from the inside of the castle.
Soldiers gathered, longbows and giant crossbows were set up, and giant arrows with special enchanting l.u.s.ter were fixed on them.
Several Silver-Striped Knights had silver armor on them, and they cl.u.s.tered around a tall knight in a platinum armor, as they rode their battle-horses and galloped over from a distance.
“Dare to destroy the Grand Duke of Gordra's castle, even if you're the Dragon Clan, you still have to pay the price with your life!!” The leading platinum-knight roared. The giant sword on his back slowly glowed a faint golden light, as was he as he pulled it out and held it in his hand, he was like a G.o.d descending to the world.
Garen flew in the air above the castle and overlooked the bottom, as if watching countless small ants gathering and using a variety of weapons to challenge him.
“The grand duke of a remote little country?” He immediately spotted the specificity of the situation here.
The desire of the Summoner was to kill everyone, and the scope should be within the territory.
“Resolve it quickly.” Garen was now a truly powerful existence in the Abyss. The combat power of Level Twelve could be counted as a ma.s.sive disaster in any place.
“How to resolve it?” Garen was slightly bemused. All his combat power was focused on melee combat, and it was not very useful for this kind of extensive destruction.
However, the contract still had to be fulfilled, otherwise he could not get the soul of that Summoner which had a great potential.
Scratching his head a little, Garen suddenly felt his wings were touched by many furry things.
He looked down and saw that the giant crossbows and giant bows had shot out numerous sharp arrows and bolts at his wings. The little itchiness he felt from just now was caused by these things.
“How about this.”
With a thought, his hind foot slowly fell off and automatically transformed into a st.u.r.dy and tall man with long dark blue hair.
“I'm willing to serve you.” The man had no face, and a vast dark blue chill spread around him.
“I leave it to you… Destroy the entire territory,” Garen said plainly.
The man nodded and flew up high into the air.
Whis.h.!.+
Suddenly, he released an enormous dark blue light, and his whole body completely turned into a gigantic blue light ball, releasing stunning blue lights in all directions.
Garen looked up at this fellow and had no idea how he planned to do it. But, he was transformed from his own right hind leg and had the highest peak strength of the Northern Trident Frost-Fire True Water Evil Technique. His strength was only a little weaker than his own Level Twelve-combat power and was equivalent to Level Eleven.
With such strength, the destruction of a grand duke's territory in a remote country should not be difficult.
Looking at the ma.s.sive blue ball that broke out overhead, Garen watched quietly to see what this fellow planned to do.
Whish whish whish…
In the gigantic light ball, countless densely packed ferocious blue frost halberds of various shapes suddenly shot out.
Each of these halberds flew out in high speed, like a cannonball firing into the distance, and slammed into the ground.
The area that was smashed directly erupted huge clouds of hemispherical blue bubbles. The places covered with the bubble halo were all condensing a thick tough ice.
“Meteorology Manipulation?” Garen recalled that at the great completion of the Northern Trident Frost-Fire True Water Evil Technique, there would be a supernatural ability, which was Meteorology Manipulation.
He looked up at the sky, and it was all black clouds. The temperature suddenly took a dive from more than twenty degrees Celsius, and pale blue snow fluttered down.
Fierce shouting were heard coming from the little people and horses below.
When the snowflakes landed on them, they could immediately feel an intense chill from the depths of their hearts.
The halberds were still bursting out of the light ball. Dozens of halberds were flying out every second, turning a regional forest into a world of ice and snow.
“Gordra!” Suddenly, a golden figure shot up from below, roaring the name of the territory and rus.h.i.+ng to Garen's chest, who was circling at the top of the castle.
The golden sword clenched in his hand was stabbed at Garen's heart like a golden lightning.
“Stupid.” Garen did not make any move, but let him lunge upward to fiercely stab him with the sword at the dragon scale at his heart.
Clang!!
In the tremendously dull cras.h.i.+ng sound, the figure convulsed, and the enormous reaction force caused blood trails to emerge all over his body. All his skin erupted, and a vast amount of blood sprayed out and spattered down.
There was not a trace left on Garen's dragon scale on the other hand.
“Merely a Level Eight-knight…” Garen's complexion did not change. With his current physique, even if his internal organs were severely damaged, they could also recover by themselves in a very short time.
His 180-point of physique brought him an absolutely unparalleled terrific recovery strength and defense.
Even the Ancient Dragon's body was far from his current body. Perhaps only the legendary Three-Headed Golden Dragon Kings was likely to have the physical strong that could match him.
This golden figure was obviously the thane here. His attack failed and was seriously injured instead. This instantly caused the morale of the entire castle that was just mustered up to suddenly collapse.
Large groups of soldiers fled and dispersed.
“It's basically a ma.s.sacre.” Garen had no interest in this kind of dull matters. He dully flew down to the castle, where there was a pathway connecting to the Abyss Plane.
“Looks like I can just leave this kind of boring matters to them in the future.” Garen felt that he should use all three of his incarnations.
An immense blue chill blanketed the territory. Wherever it reached, all the escaping soldiers gradually slowed down, and their whole body would be covered with a faint blue.
Soon their blood was frozen, and each of them frozen in their original postures and trapped on the same spot.
The blue chill was like a life form as the cold wind whizzed past with an eerie low pitch. The entire castle was completely frozen into an ice sculpture by the tremendous chill in less than a few minutes.
Inside the castle, Garen's gigantic dragon body slowly descended in front of the hole. He turned his head and spit out a Dragon Breath.
Whoosh…
The huge Dragon Breath was like a white smoke-cloud. It instantly rushed out of the study, turned into countless white stars and scattered around, adding a layer of frozen chill to the entire castle. At the same time, it also brought along Garen's very own Abyss imprint.
This was to mark this place as his handiwork and territory. Since he was related to Ann the Dragon of Disaster, Garen also decided to simply do something a.s.sociated with the Dragons of Disaster.
After doing all this, Garen then turned around and wormed into the hole, quickly disappearing.
