Mystical Journey

One month after…

Hoot...

A faint horn sound could be heard floating in the night sky as if spirits were howling. But it also sounded like a low hum of a certain animal.

Clang...

A man with tall and strong figure opened up the grass bushes in front of him. He looked left and right as he immediately tightened the black gun in his hand and walked forwards.

This man was wearing a black body-hugging leather suit. He was also carrying a leather bag - his whole body was covered with a layer of protection. On both sides of his waist, he carried two matte black holsters.

The moonlight shone down from the sky and fell onto the man's back. It light appeared in a faint, pale white color.

After realizing that there was nothing wrong, the man continued to walk forwards. However, there were countless men and women with robust physique walking behind him. They each carried a single-sided headset that blinked red, and they each wore reddish glasses that on their face. On the glasses, you could vaguely see the moving data on the lens.

These people carried long sickels in their hands and swiftly cut down the surrounding grass. It opened up a piece of empty land that would allow the group behind him to move forwards conveniently.

"Nothing found. Everything seems normal."

"Nothing found. Everything seems normal."

Voices reporting the situation rang out continuously. In the dark forest, there were many flashing red light spots. Every one of these light spots represented a person. With such dense light points in this forest, it meant that there were at least over a hundred of them.

A single miniature car was driving slowly in the woods. The car was black, with a blood-red flying bird pattern on the surface.

Impressively, a bald John was sitting in the car. His figure was two feet taller than the rest, with a body full of muscles. He wore a brown tight strap; from his shoulders to his waist, his strap was packed with dark spiked daggers. And surprisingly, these daggers did not have a handguard.

In the forest, the trees here and the ones in other places were different. Each tree stood tall and straight. However, only one person surrounded was as thick and tall. The gap in the middle was exceptionally big.

John held a cigarette between his mouth as he annoyingly looked towards his left and then his right.

"Lord Hunting General, we will be approaching the destination soon. So do we still want to continue moving forward?"

A sound came from beside John. It was a young girl with gold hair who was wearing the exact same red glasses. She greeted him with a firm salute before she spoke.

John laughed.

"Continue of course. Why not? We are the front line soldiers. What else is there for us to take care of? Since we are here, they must have already known that we've arrived."

"But do we need to wait for the large forces waiting behind us?" The girl said with embarrassment.

"Wait for them? Wait for them to grab the first power?" John jumped down from the car with a loud boom, he even dug a small hole in the floor with his heels. His weight was so heavy, it was frightening. It was as if his whole body was made out of steel. With his weight pressured on his feet, he would dig out a deep hole underneath every step he took.

He waved his hand.

"Let the explosives team prepare!"

He quickly walked towards the front and separated the crowd who was blocking the road. Using the moonlight, John walked to the edge of a slope and looked down.

Outside the forest, down below the slope, a humongous silver oval estate was clearly printed into his eyes.

There were four large silver statues around the estate. Every statue was at least ten meters tall, like they were four small buildings. There was a connection of walls between the statues that was in a shape of a circle. Below, there were groups and groups of people patrolling the place.

"This is the destination. We would want to break through the door at the side of the mermaid statue," John smiled, "Immediately report this to the authorities. Say that the enemies are personally attacking us and that we have to attack back! Let the explosives team go first to give them a huge dazzle. Hahaha!!"

"But, the team behind us are still not here…"

"Didn't you hear what I just said?!" John turned his head over. In his eyes, there were faintly smoke traces of red.

"Yes!" The girl could only follow his orders obediently.

John could faintly hear a horn sound from the air.

His face revealed a nasty yet horrifying smile. Since he had been with Marshall Dahm, this was the first task that involved in such huge operations. Moreover, he was allowed to vent freely and was given the permission to do what he was initially prohibited to do. This made him very excited. As a gangster who killed and tortured by nature, this operation was very tempting, like a hungry wolf walking into a pig's pen.

Peng! Peng peng peng!

Within seconds, the periphery of the estate below lit up with a bunch of fake flame and fireball. It looked like a bunch of orange-red balloons that expanded and shrank. It ignited the land that surrounded the estate.

Suddenly, faint noises of people escaping and screaming could be heard from the estate. If they had people with amazing vision here, they would be able to see clearly. In the midst of screaming and shouting, suddenly a black shadow was seen flashing across the estate. It then floated towards the direction of the hills where John was at as if it was effortless.

"Kill!! Hahaha!!" John fiercely held up his hand, and was the first to rush down the hill. To one's surprise, it was like the ancient times where they charged forwards without carrying any guns or machines.

After a few of their own rockets shot out from behind him, the faint light from the cave reflected the blood on his face.

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On a hill that was far away from the estate, three white helicopters were parked on a wide field beside the forest.

The surrounding was thinly spread with people masked with white scarfs who were holding guns. These people had in their hands some assault rifle, and waist grenades. Each one of their bodies let out a smell of fresh blood.

Immediately, beside the helicopter stood three silhouettes of different aura.

Garen wore a white open-chested white coat, showing off muscles on his chest. His golden hair fell onto his shoulders, and he wore a black mask on his face. Both his hands were held in front of his chest as he stared quietly at the two other people who were beside him.

"My men have already reached the periphery. Are your side of the arrangements ready?"

A cold laugh rang out.

"Of course they're there. But since your men can't wait and they have already rushed forwards to start the fight, whoever that is killed or hurt will not be my responsibility anymore."

The one talking was a skinny old man who had a gold scarf wrapped around his head, and supported himself with a walking stick. On both sides of his legs, two bloody-eyed male lions lied on the ground. However, he was donned in a white robe. From afar, he looked much weaker than before.

"AG, how did you end up with such a face that looked like you are neither a ghost or human?" The one who spoke was Nasira. This girl was also wearing a white dress, though she was impatiently wearing her own matching earrings. This time, she already wore the left side of her earing; it was a dark gold Eiffel Tower that was only the size of her fingernail, but it reflected a dim gold light under the moonlight.

"It's just a small breakthrough," AG answered plainly. However, his normal voice seemed to carry a hint of sharp laughter. It gave people chills when they heard it.

Garen leaned onto the helicopter, and looked at his watch.

"In ten minutes, my commander-in-chief will arrive at the battlefield."

"My shadow army are done with their set up," Nasira satisfyingly pressed her pendant as she spoke.

"I am also done preparing. My men are now on the north side fighting alongside Nasira's men. I estimate that they can hold on for another ten more minutes. The silver statue is your responsibility now, Garen," AG looked at Garen with a straight face. But even with his serious tone, he gave people a feeling as if he was showing a strange grin.

Seeing as Garen nodded his head, AG raised one hand into the air.

Suddenly, a ripple appeared. In front of the three of them, a dark red map lit up. The name that appeared on the top took Wellington's estate as the center.

The estate was a huge red origin. Whereas the surrounding was filled densely with large amounts of green light dots. These green light dots were split into three parts that surrounded the estate.

"What is this witchcraft?" Nasira asked.

"This is not witchcraft, this is the new research tool. The whole system is projected with virtual imaging," AG answered smoothly.

He pointed at the estate's red dot.

"Wellington must be done with his preparation, to prevent our attack but they would not have expected us to have enough manpower. According to intelligence, the strongest of the Wellington Household, Tu Lan has already retreated to their secret underground cave. Only the old and weak ones are holding up the fort in this estate. There are still some of them with more potential. The newly recruited team of the Middle level judging panel are all in there now, and there are two old Upper levels who have yet died."

"We have thirty minutes to sort out this entire Blood Breed. If not, the secret party will send everything they have to help when they receive the news," AG said in a low voice, "Thirty minutes is all my magical tool can take to defend the Death Apostles. I would have to rely on you and my two babies for the rest."

Boom!

In a distance, red lights burst from the direction of the estate, and then towards the side of the sky.

"It has started," AG smiled, "Let's go and try it out."

The three of them each boarded one of the three helicopters. The propeller started turning at high speed, and slowly lifted off the ground, flying towards that direction.

While Garen sat on the plane, he looked down at the view.

"Where is Dahm at now?"

"He is already fighting with the Wellington Household. Among his Four Hunting Generals in the front-line army, three has already started the attack. But they only have with them the lower grade cannons so the losses are a little…"

Nighthawk's computer genius, Angel was sitting on the plane. This woman had a thick foundation and eyeshadow on her face as her fingers quickly knocked onto the keyboard. The computer screen flashed by so quickly that it was hard to see what it was.

"Having losses are normal. Our opponents are not human. The losses are still in an acceptable range."

Garen nodded. This time, he had brought his own men. Most of them were from the mercenary's periphery, which meant they were Nighthawk's periphery. They had no problem using high technology and advanced combat weapons but with those vampires that were piling up, they were not afraid of dying. Only then, it was obvious that they did not have enough manpower. That's why his true subordinates were only three people: Dahm, Xander, and Quentin.

All three of their Waterbird Fist had reached level three and above. Moreover, this time would be Dahm's chance to redeem himself from his crimes - all process command would go through him. This bastard had commanded many wars of annihilation. His talent in fighting was very strong, and he was an expert in this field.

"The opponent is very strong. According to the information that Lord AG shared with us, the opponent has put in at least a hundred Vampires, and dozens of Lower level Blood Breed," Angel's voice was slightly shaking. This was the Vampires that were told in legends. If they could fight with a living thing in a legend, nothing could be compared to this battle, no matter what."

Garen nodded.

In fact, Dahm's strength had already reached a horrifying stage in the Upper level. As Garen got an upgrade, so did he. Because of the ancient Soul Primer qi, Garen's upgrade affected Dahm's and Nasira's own strength, giving their strength a boost with a stronger Accumulation.

As a matter of fact, the most horrifying thing of Garen was also the most horrifying thing of the Living Secret Technique. Those subordinates who were contaminated by his soul would be able to enhance their strengths along with his and strengthen themselves.

If Garen's attribute quality becomes stronger, his soul subordinates would also become stronger along with him.

Black Sethe had mentioned this a lot of times - an indicator of an Army Level…

The so-called Army Level was named as army meant that one person had the ability to influence the whole army, not just himself who had the strength to defeat an army.

This was the indicator of an Army Level, but actually, Garen was still miles away from achieving this Realm. He had only ever practiced the Northern Trident Frost-Fire True Water Evil Technique, and because of the enhancement of this evil technique soul seed, these signs started to slowly show in him.

As a result, the enhancing part completely relied on the strengthening magnitude of the evil technique seeds.

Looking down at the huge groups of men, it was as if an army was surrounding such huge grounds.

"Dahm wouldn't have mobilized the local troops directly, would he?" Garen frowned.

"More or less," Angel nodded her head, "Marshall Dahm used the bandits as an excuse, and have secretly dispatched the cheetah of this mountain division. However, he was mainly responsible for artillery training; our men are still at the front of the palace. But Commander, no matter how well our men train, they are still a normal human. I'm afraid that attacking from the front would cause us too many losses.

"It doesn't matter. Just keep an eye out of the distance between us and the Blood Breed Household."

Garen slowly said, "If we do not experience the storm, this fight would still happen sooner or later anyway."

Garen attentively sensed the soul seeds that he sprinkled down individually, with an addition of the first batch of them from the combat club, as well as the second batch of scholars. Altogether, there were more than thirty of them. All these people had either a high status, rich background, or had shocking potential.

Along with the enhancing of the soul seed, it was as if they had gone through a small change. Their strength had a certain degree of amplification.