Mystical Journey

Dragon Urban Area Hotel.

Different from the Human Urban Area, the hotels and residences in the Dragon Zone varied in height and entrance level, some were high some were low. Some of them hung off a cliff, some of them were underground, while some had poisonous mist lingering around it, making it suitable for poisonous dragons to stay.

The magnitude of the building scale in this zone was huge and eye-catching, at least three to five times bigger than a regular human building. Dragons and Dragon Beasts of various sizes roamed the streets. The Dragon Beasts were horrifyingly powerful beings.

Walking from town area, one could observe that the surrounding buildings were pure white in color, while some shimmered in pale gold.

Garen and the two followed the guide’s direction and arrived at a frozen, snow-covered pyramid-shaped building.

“Welcome, three honorable White Dragons.” Two Dragon Lizards with seductive figures greeted them at the door. These lizards carried the dragon bloodline, and they were a mini version of the dragons. From a dragon aesthetic concept, their figures were considered sexy and suited their taste.

It was a shame that Garen did not respond to the winks thrown by these two Dragon Lizards.

“It’s here,” he lifted his head to look at the hotel’s name, Blood of Moon Gaze.

“You must be Lord Garen?” As the two Dragon Lizards were lost in sorrow, out came another Dragon Lizard smiling saying, “Welcome to Blood of Moon Gaze, a reservation has been made for the three of you. Feel free to ask us if you require anything. Please follow me and I will show you to your room.”

Garen nodded, and together with the other two, followed this slightly bigger Dragon Lizard into the pyramid. It was how he had imagined it to be, the place was compressed by space but the actual space was much more than it looked to be.

The hotel was specially designed for frozen Snow Dragons as cold, white air spurted out in funnels similar to air-conditioning, spraying down like wonderland.

There was a huge pond by the side, a few Snow Class Blue Dragons gathered closely with an old White Dragon, conversing softly.

Other than them, no other Dragon Clans could be seen.

Garen and the two entered and took a look around casually. Hive-like empty holes were everywhere.

Following the Dragon Lizard into a cave, the space within it changed and converted into a new, white frozen cave.

“This will be your room. You can knock on the door if you require anything and a waiter will come forth to serve you,” the big Dragon Lizard explained in a low voice.

“Thank you,” Garen looked around the cave. There were three independent caves divided in there. There were even special tools placed in the rooms, large-scale tools that provided dragons entertainment, such as… a huge hammock…

“If you want to play some interesting games, I can also provide some convenient services,” the Dragon Lizard chuckled.

Garen and the rest were speechless.

But seeing how Annie was implicated and stealing glances at him, she must be aroused…

Although dragons were lascivious, Garen still found it hard to comprehend their hardcore taste.

After gesturing for the Dragon Lizard to leave, the three retreated into their caves respectively. Garen had just entered his cave to rest when low moans and groans were heard coming from Annie’s cave on the right.

Needless to say, Annie and Ken must be doing each other.

A human scholar once researched that apart from spending half their lives on sleeping or resting, dragons used the remaining seventy percent of their time to mate.

“Looks like there is some truth to that…” Garen was speechless.

Sleeping in a coiled-up position on the ice bed, he grabbed a bunch of frozen grapes. Tossing it into his mouth, he chewed and swallowed the sweet and sour grapes.

He began to rest and entered dreamland.

He charged to the third level with familiarity.

It was the same sealed room in a villa with a giant crow flying around it.

Garen opened his eyes and found himself sitting in the middle of the sofa.

Black ashes drizzled down lightly from the air, disappearing as soon as it landed on him.

“I have been waiting for you for a long time,” Soaring Wing King’s voice was heard coming from his back.

“Soaring Wing King, it was you who arranged the room?” Garen turned and stood up. He saw Soaring Wing King standing by the window, holding a staff. His back was resting on the window lattice with his eyes closed.

“Yes, are you satisfied? That’s one of the popular hotels that most dragons want to visit. Blood of Moon Gaze has the blessing from the Reproduction God that could increase fertility to a certain stage,” Soaring Wing King opened his eyes and gave him a naughty wink.

“Yeah, right… I don’t have such a hardcore taste,” Garen was speechless. “Alright now, let’s talk about the plan you mentioned before.”

“And your answer?”

“Answer… I can agree to it but I need some time,” Garen frowned. “The time frame you confirmed is a little long.”

“That’s out of my hands. Other than you, I have another two candidates but they’re no better than you,” Soaring Wing King shook his head. “Getting in contact with that race is not just dangerous, it’s troublesome.”

“The God Damnator race is an enemy of God. It’s the doing of the Gods that they’re sealed in that dimension. Why is it your turn to suppress them now?” Garen asked.

“There’re many reasons to it which you can’t imagine. Moreover, this branch of God Damnators managed to escape the eyes of God using some special tactics. If it weren’t because we noticed something amiss, and took it as one of the weapons to retaliate against the Gods, they probably would have broken out from the seal. These God Damnators are quite valiant, the consequences would be severe if they were to escape,” Soaring Wing King explained in brief.

“So apart from guarding and reinforcing the seal, what else do I have to do?” Garen asked in detail.

“If you are able to obtain complete control at the crucial moment, and release them when we need them to be released, the Alliance would be happy. You have Enneahedron on you, you must have found a way to absorb Souls?” Soaring Wing King smiled.

“Yes.”

“I need to remind you that the Enneahedron is basically snatching the Souls of this world and is the same nature as those Gods, so it is easy to be discovered by them. Once they’re onto you, you will be taken care of the first minute so do not execute a massacre until necessary.”

“How long do I need to defend?”

“Fifty years. During the fifty years, if you’re willing, I will build a Wizard Tower in the Defending Zone. If you are alright to have the tower where the seal is, I will apply for an exemption for a majority of the materials. If you are not willing, then you would have to foot the bill yourself.”

“Fifty years…” It has only been a few years since Garen arrived in this world. A price of fifty years seemed quite hefty.

The God Damnator race was a powerful existence, possessing great resistance against the existence of God and going against it.

Normally, the birth of one God Damnator would trigger fear in a country or even a dimension so the release of an entire God Damnator race would be disastrous.

It was also one of the bargaining chips that allowed the Arcanists to be able to maintain independence amongst the Gods. They held in hand with them thirteen God Damnator sealing venues and guarded the security of these seals.

Soaring Wing King wanted Garen to secure one of the locations and his goal was to have Garen grasp control of it for fifty years to cooperate with the Alliance to destroy this dimension.

“You’re not the only one in this. The Alliance has sent forth another two powerful existences. It may be not successful, and the chances of success are low. We are trying our luck hence it would be best if we succeed but it’s also quite alright if we don’t.”

“Fifty years is too long. I would need some form of compensation,” Garen thought about it before continuing to bargain. Truth be told, he was already moved by it.

“If it’s compensation, what do you want then?” Soaring Wing King pondered for a while. He thought highly of Garen. Even as a high-ranking Demon Lord, a development speed such as Garen’s was still rare.

“I would need a large number of Demon Cores or Soul Crystals. The higher the level, the better,” said Garen solemnly.

“Demon Cores? Sure, what specific level do you need?” Soaring Wing King’s frown loosened up.

It might be difficult if he requested for other things, but Snow City had plenty of this Demon Cores.

“What’s the most you can offer?” Garen asked.

“One level nine Demon Core, ten level eights and a hundred level sevens. What do you think?”

“It might be better if I hunt it myself then!” Garen exclaimed in disdain. “Hunting a few level nine beings in the ocean of another dimension is a lot more than what you’re offering.”

“It seems you’re akin to things related to the Soul. Perhaps there’s a thing you may like,” Soaring Wing King smiled. “The Despair Head of Annas.”

He gestured an arch with his finger and a floating silhouette instantly appeared midair. It was a gleaming skull.

As soon as this thing appeared, Garen felt a vast potential aura surging over but disappeared almost immediately as though it was all in his head.

“This is an unprecedented, semi-divine weapon left behind by a powerful godly being upon passing. It used to be a part of a death staff divine weapon. It was then disassembled so it’s a semi-divine weapon,” Soaring Wing King noticed that Garen was visibly moved.

“This semi-divine weapon can falsify and steal the power of belief. In it harbor the torrenting will of a great god. It could restrain any existence lower than your own level and decrease their reaction by two levels.”

Garen gazed at this semi-divine weapon intensely, unable to turn his sight away. He was lacking a multitude of Potential Points in the original void and this semi-divine weapon harbored at least a few thousand Potential Points. It was the greatest reservoir he had ever seen.

After putting many thoughts to it, Garen lifted his head.

“It’s a deal then.”

“Great,” Soaring Wing King was satisfied. “And if you would like to join the Blood War, it will not be a problem. I can send you directly to Ten Thousand Abyss Plains. The condition is that you must return alive or else everything will be wasted.”

“Of course,” answered Garen.

******

Waking up from his dream, it was already the morning of the next day.

Garen recalled the matters he agreed with Soaring Wing King, about the semi-divine weapon and guarding the sealing venue. These were two important matters.

He touched his right leg. A huge tumor grew at the back of it. It was obvious in red and seemed to be growing bigger.

“I need more Potential Points, more Souls… I will need to go to Blood Wars. The real battle fifty years later will kill me if I’m not strong enough…”

“Master Garen, someone’s is here asking for you, saying that you’re an old acquaintance who came all the way to visit you,” Annie whispered from outside.