Mystical Journey - Chapter 1355 - Tiamat 1

After Garen became the Clan Leader of the White Dragon Clan, they officially renamed themselves the Cold Winter Dragon Clan, escaping from the White Dragon Mountain.

The main substance plane of the White Dragon Mountain was enraged as he sent out teams to capture them back. However, Garen was perched within his own territory, easily absorbing the two Master-Level souls. Unsurprisingly, the two Master-Level souls had been turned to shards and eaten as oatmeal by Garen. After absorbing a majority of the memories, within two days, he had condensed two new Soul Seeds.

The eighth Soul Ring had also officially started to condense together.

The more the Soul Ring progressed, its progress rate became increasingly slower. The Despair Skull and the Death Bracelet worked very well together, one absorbing the Potential Points whilst the other managed the discoveries from the shards. Garen started to ponder, should he take the initiative and search for the souls he needed…

After all, he was a Dragon of Disaster and not just a simple White Dragon King.

After hearing that the White Dragon Mountain sent a team, Garen was suddenly more interested.

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“What? Clan Leader, you’re personally entering the fray?” The newly appointed White Dragon guard leader Annie screamed out loud.

“Why are you so shocked?” Garen lazed on top of the Ice Sculpture throne, looking down at Annie and the group of White Dragons with shocked expressions.

“White Dragon Mountain sent a team here specifically targeting me, so I won’t bother showing them any mercy.”

“But…” Annie wanted to say something, but Garen raised his arm stopping her.

Ever since Garen was able to transform into a human form, he had always stayed as such. Now he sat on top of the throne, surveying the scene below him.

……

“I’ll leave the clan matters to you guys to deal with. If there are any emergencies, you can break the crystal rock outside my cave, I’ll get notified immediately.” Garen was not one to be tied down in one place by a clan. It was a chaotic period right now, with Void Creatures and various major planes waging war against each other. Just as the world order descended to its most chaotic era, this was the perfect opportunity for him to hunt for more soul shards.

Since he confirmed that souls with high inspiration could help him condense Soul Seeds and Soul Rings, then it looked like the Deception Demon Master’s method was definitely very useful.

Garen shifted his thoughts. He suddenly understood why so many Demon Masters and True Souls started to massacre everyone as soon as they arrived. As it turned out, the Enneahedron was not the sole factor behind it. Since he was already so far behind the other Demon Lords and Demon Masters, it just was not right for him to continue slacking off like this.

“The coverage from the Cold Winter Tower can protect the entire Dragon King Mountain. I had already set up the appropriate spells, temporarily casting Maze on the surrounding areas.” Garen waved his hand and tossed out a few silver-white seeds, dropping them into each one of the present White Dragons’ hands.

“This is my specially made Increment Seeds, you guys can decide whether you want to use it or not. After using it, you will be able to raise your overall physical fitness, but in turn, you’ll never be able to disobey me. The choice is yours.”

Garen looked at the few White Dragons who opened their mouth seemingly wanting to say something. Not wanting to be bothered with it, he used a teleportation spell and immediately disappeared from the throne.

He had already given out more than a hundred of these Distortion Seeds. The first batch was mainly used on the strongest White Dragon Annie and the other demons in the fortress that came from the Abyss. This type of Distorted Seed cannot control their will, but it was enough to force them to never have any ill-intent towards their Parental Garen. It also ensured that their lives were linked to Garen, so if Garen were to die, they would die as well.

After spreading the Distorted Seeds, Garen teleported straight back to the Cold Winter Tower.

Nadia was still unconscious in the tower. On the other hand, Rosta and Elphis had already been released by Garen, but they were restrained within the confines of the tower, not able to leave.

Garen teleported straight to the floor they were at.

The two were eating their lunch. Seeing Garen’s silhouette appearing from the teleportation spell, they immediately stood up.

“Lord Garen,” Rosta was the first to speak.

“What are your plans? Are you two going to leave this place, or stay?” Garen asked casually, sitting down beside the two.

His interest toward these two Void Pursuers was not that big. Their levels were around Level Eight or Nine at best in this world’s standards. He already had a lot of underlings that were at that level.

“We’ve already pledged our allegiance to you, sir, we will not go back on our words,” Rosta answered hurriedly. “Furthermore, since we just came to this world, there is no place we could safely call home, it’s only a matter of time before something happens to us if we leave,” he laughed bitterly.

Elphis who was standing beside him nodded in agreement.

“Originally, we were pursuing the Nine-Headed Dragon King Nadia, but now… her strength is barely comparable to that of a baby’s, then what’s the meaning behind in pursuing her?” Elphis said calmly, seemingly already seeing past that. “Ancient Endor’s descendants no longer require our protection. With the reappearance of True Souls, our presence is no longer necessary.”

Garen sighed as he tossed out two Distorted Seeds.

“Eat these, it’ll increase your strength. After that, go check out the library on the second floor, it has books on general knowledge. I’ll remove your restraints. As for what comes after, you guys can fight on in this world to grow and evolve. Go ask the snail for more specific details.”

With a wave of his hands, some pen and paper floated over from a short distance away. He picked up the pen and wrote down an address. It was not just any address, but rather a special Dream World address that only Void Creatures and the Ancient Endorians could understand.

“You can contact him through the Dream World, he will tell you guys all about this world and what you need to take note of.”

“Thank you, Lord!”

The two immediately bowed down in gratitude. Garen then vanished, leaving the two in the room looking at the Distorted Seed in their hands, smiling bitterly at each other.

This was obviously something he was using to prevent them from betraying him.

When Garen reappeared, he was now in the isolation room on the fifth floor.

This floor was mainly used for medical purposes. There were countless medical facilities, spells, books, and facilities, neatly placed inside this entire room.

Nadia was sleeping in one of the wards. She seemed to have woken up, staring blankly at the sunlight outside the window.

Click.

Garen opened the door and walked in.

“How’s your recovery going?” Garen grinned from ear to ear as he walked in, looking at the beautiful girl on the ward bed. She had glossy black, waist-length hair and porcelain white fair skin. Nadia was silently leaning back on the ward bed. The moment she turned around and saw Garen, her eyes widened.

“It’s you!!”

She shouted out in shock.

“That’s right, it’s me,” Garen walked over and sat next to her, still grinning.

“Looks like you’re doing well…” He raised his hand and gently caressed Nadia’s cheek.

“What are you doing?!” Nadia suddenly shouted angrily. “Don’t think just because you saved me you can…” She could not think of a word to describe Garen’s action in the heat of the moment.

“Can what?” Garen dodged her slap, his hand almost as if it had not even moved an inch, once again appearing at the same place. He lightly pinched Nadia’s soft cheeks.

“You are now my captive, so how about it? Do you want to beg me to set you free?!” He chuckled haughtily.

“In your dreams!!” Nadia wanted to create a weapon, but she noticed that her entire body was sore and she could barely move a muscle. Her face paled.

“Garen!!!” Her jet black eyes looked as if it was ready to spit fire. “To think that I had admired you a bit back in the day!!”

“Admired?” Garen forcefully pulled her into his arms, the two were now literally inches away from each others’ faces. “You once beat me up multiple times!!”

His burning aura seemed to be hitting Nadia’s face, causing her to turn her head away unnaturally.

“If it was not for that thing, do you think you can manage to suppress me?!!” She shouted loudly, seemingly very flustered. “Then kill me if you can!!”

“Kill you?” Garen seldom had the chance to meet with such a fun old friend, how would he even dream of letting her off so easily. “Why should I kill you? We’re both old companions, I would gain nothing from killing you.” He let go of Nadia, letting her fall back onto the bed.

“You bullied me so much back then, now the tides have turned, so now it’s my turn to bully you,” Garen joked, obviously in a great mood.

“Wait till I recover, then you’ll definitely be dead!!” Nadia’s rage was at her limit. She was grasping the pure white ward bed blanket tightly as she glared at Garen. The aura behind her even started to condense into the black silhouette of the Nine-Headed Dragon, but this type of void aura suppression was nothing but child’s play to Garen’s current physique.

“Alright alright, stop being naughty. Rest your body properly, you can use this entire floor as you please.” Garen came over to tease Nadia to relax his mood. Just as he expected, his mood turned better, and Nadia’s turned worse.

He was building his joy upon other’s sufferings.

Garen suddenly realized how evil he was.

Fondling his chin, he noticed that no matter how he looked at it, Nadia did not seem antagonized in his eyes anymore. Maybe it was because it was such a rare situation for him to meet a familiar enemy in a foreign new world. Although the two had a complicated relationship, where it was hard to even differentiate between friend and foe, at the end of the day, the sense of familiarity still existed.

After leaving the Cold Winter Tower, the plan that he had specifically crafted in the beginning will finally be initiated. Ever since he heard of the Deception Demon Master’s methods, Garen started to have an insane plan. Within the next ten or so years, if he did not manage to get enough power to defend himself in this short period of time, once a huge war broke out, in the war between True Souls and Demon Masters, and Gods, in the midst of all the chaos in the Holy War, those who were not at the level of a God would be no different than ants.

Garen was not overly ambitious and only hoped that he would be able to make it through that huge war in one piece.

However, this was also quite an ambitious dream. Up till now, he had only been in one fatal battle.

After carefully packing up his stuff, Garen pulled out a map of the entire Northern region of the Primary Substance Plane. After looking at it briefly, he left the Dragon King Mountain.

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On a huge snowy plane, pure white snow continued to rain down from the sky.

In the middle of the sky, a gigantic globe-like sphere was moving at high speed underneath the pale white sun. It had a ring of satellites orbiting it. The entire sphere was completely white, and one could barely see it on a snowy day like this.

The sphere was more than a thousand meters wide, there were multiple intricately carved out ring-shaped spaces. Each space had a person in a white garb with a White Dragon symbol on its chest. These people came in all shapes and sizes, slowly patrolling their respective spaces.

At the upper peak of the structure, the sphere had a small floating platform. A sentinel guard was standing on top of the platform lazily, involuntarily yawning.

“Really, to think they’re sending an entire battle fortress. For a short distance like this, we could’ve just teleported over. Why do we have to fly over so slowly on this thing? I don’t know what’s going on in those Elders’ minds,” the sentinel ranted. Blue sparks flickered from his fingertips, displaying his terrifying spell power. For an average sentinel, to think he had at least a Level Five in Arcane Arts.

“Stop whining, we should almost be there. We don’t get a lot of chances to use the battle fortress anyway. This time, we’re mainly using it to intimidate our opponents, realistically speaking we might not even have to use it in the end.” The sentinel who was taking the next shift walked over while laughing heartily.

“Recently, there’s been a lot more Void Creatures, it might be our turn to head into the battlefield soon, so I guess this can serve as a practice run,” the first sentinel shook his head, saying.

“You sure have set your sights far, but I feel…” Just as the second sentinel was finishing his sentence, a voice cut him off, “there’s a situation!” He immediately tensed up, looking at the snowy skies afar.

Beep beep…

Suddenly, the fortress let out a sharp alarm tone.

“High energy creatures approaching at high speeds!” The supervisor’s Tower Soul sent out an alert, “please report to your stations and await further orders!”

At the center of the fortress, inside a wide control room.

Two Elders with white hair and beards were seated on two armchairs, frowning as they looked at the situation outside the crystal glass.

“What a fast speed!”

“Bordo, it might be someone like you from the Dragon Clan, should we take action?” The other Elder asked the Elder seated right across of him.