Mystical Journey

Garen instantly felt that both his eyes were starting to accumulate the power again. Yet, from the looks of it, it was going to take some time.

He had a look at his status.

‘Poisonous Eye — Consists of the Natural Ability to use three gazes a day to poison the enemy. Vision +5, the eyeball will not be eroded by most toxins.’

“The recovery time should be within five minutes,” Garen calculated.

Soon enough, some high-leveled Devils finally fixed their gaze on Garen after charging about on the battlefield.

Two Level-Nine Chained Demons approached Garen. Their chains were entwined with black flames. It was the unique Sin Flames of Barto’s Hell. If a creature was ignited by it, the remorse and regrets from the deepest part of their heart would grow rapidly and from there, resulting in a hopeless tendency to self-destruct. They would seize the opportunity to kill the creature swiftly.

The two Level-Nine Chained Demons looked like tall and strong men with sharp, gray iron helmets.

They were bare-chested, they had green-grayish skin and solid muscles. They had a black belt that was gray by the edges with a skull around their waist, but their legs were just bizarre black goat hooves that looked furry.

“Surround him!” The two Chained-Demons had long noticed Garen. This White Dragon’s physique was unusually strong so they could capture him as their slave. If he was seriously injured, they could still get a good price by selling him off.

They flung their chains, and a huge amount of black words and symbols came flying out of the chains, surrounding Garen wholly.

“Hell Trial!” One of the Chained-Demon roared in Devil Language.

Numerous black words surrounded Garen and instantly formed a gigantic black funnel, positioning Garen right at the bottom of the funnel.

There was an extremely disgusting sticky substance hidden in the immense Attractive Force. It was blocking all of Garen’s nose, mouth, and other parts that could be used to breathe.

The severe suffocation was making Garen physically uncomfortable.

He bellowed, and his entire body began to shake in a high frequency, attempting to get rid of the sticky substance on his body. However, it was useless. The sticky substance was neither a spell effect nor a supernatural force, but a special physical attack created by spells. It was not fighting toughness with toughness. Instead, it was disguised in a different form, directly causing the creature to suffocate and lose consciousness.

Garen used up several ways, but he was still unable to get rid of the sticky substance completely. Suddenly, the contempt he had when he killed the small Devil earlier on completely disappeared. In such a short moment, two Level-Nine peak Devils had surrounded him. He could imagine the most important key here was not the sufficient power, but to be able to learn a powerful life-saving way.

You could be strong, but there were those stronger than you here.

Garen used every trick, the Dragon Breath as well as all other physical means, yet they were all useless. The suffocation kept up with him. If it was not for him being able to hold his breath for a long time, he would have probably lost consciousness due to the lack of air.

“Try it one last time.”

“Garen focused his gaze and stared into the black funnel right in front of him.

Swoosh swoosh! Two rays of white-blue Light Beams shot out. They were not eye-catching, looking just like normal ice rays.

However, the power it generated left everyone staring dumbfoundedly.

Two Level Nine Peak merged together and released a spell that was close to Level Ten, but it just melted. Within less than half a minute, they turned into a puddle of pale blue viscous liquid on the ground.

The suffocation that Garen’s body felt instantly faded.

The body after evolution was indeed extremely different.

The power of this Innate Spell had actually reached the standards of a Level Ten, making Garen particularly happy.

Level Nine to Level Ten was a key threshold. Clearly, the biggest indication of his evolution was that he managed to break through this threshold.

With 50 years worth of preparation for the great war, he could once again make great use of his Potential Points to improve his attributes.

“Soul! A lot of Souls…” An evil soft voice suddenly swooped across the top of Garen’s head.

It was a massive, white Entropy Ship that was made up of a myriad of naked human bodies that were still squirming. This was the gigantic Warship that the Demons used to weave through planes. Making an appearance here clearly meant that there was a special task here. This sort of Entropy Ship had a Soul Will itself. It was not a dead ship, but a gigantic monster.

The huge skull in front of the Entropy Ship howled loudly, as two bottom planks opened up and scattered a huge amount of Demon Seeds.

These Demon Seeds were like black Dandelion seeds, but once they get into contact with a Devil’s body, they would grow and parasitize on its body. Soon, it would take over the Devil’s body and turn it into a complete new demon.

“Parasitic Demons,” Garen recognize this type of Demons. He cautiously dodged the seeds that were sprinkled all over. Once contact was made, this sort of thing would not joke around regardless of who you were.

They had a crazy desire for flesh and blood, friend or foe alike.

Therefore, although the Entropy Ship mainly scattered the seeds in the direction of the Devil’s camp, Demons that were unable to dodge in time were also sucked to death by the Parasitic Demons.

“The counterattack of the Demons is finally about to begin.”

Garen saw a large group of tall gigantic Demons rushing out behind him from the Fortress gate all the way to the depths of the Devil’s army. Each of these Demons was at almost the same state as Garen, some even much taller than him. They had all sorts of strange forms, even Garen’s Snakeback White Dragon appearance was seemingly insignificant among them.

He mixed himself in the crowd as they rushed toward the Devil’s army. Among the giant Demons, most of them were Level Eight, whereas the stronger Gods were at least Level Ten or Eleven. It was extremely terrifying.

Only Demons would hire external mercenaries to participate in battles, whereas Devils were more dependent on their own troops to kill.

Cthulhu’s Hell and Thanes had something like a Reincarnation Pool. Dead Devils only needed to consume just a little energy and they would be reborn again, it was just that they would not have their original memory. That was why they were not worried about the number of Devils decreasing.

While Garen followed the troop rushing forward, he began to try increasing his Potential Points sneakily.

He still had more than a thousand four hundred potential points untouched. Now that he had finished his evolution, it was the right time to use them.

As soon as his gaze strayed for a while, his Potential Points immediately dropped whereas his Attribute Points increased rapidly.

The first thing that Garen improved on was his physique. With a strong enough physique, he could then be immune to higher leveled spells and negative states. Also, his self-healing ability would be even better. In the Blood War of the Abyss, strength was not a priority, survival was.

So physique was his first choice.

His physique was initially 80 points, which was already the maximum limit. However, now it was still rising quickly.

81… 82… 83…

Soon, Garen realized that something was wrong.

Despite his Potential Points being consumed a little bit too quickly, his attributes were increasing slowly.

He paused for a while and began calculating.

“It’s actually changed to ten points to raise one point of an attribute?!” He was shocked, but it was understandable. Now that he had reached eighty points, which was basically an unprecedented degree, it was normal to have a higher requirement of potential points.

“Thankfully, this is the Abyss Blood War, it’s still pretty easy to collect Souls and replenish my Potential Points.”

As he went along with the crowd of rowdy Demons, Garen continued improving his physique.

This time around, there seemed to be no limits.

One thousand four hundred potential points were soon consumed until there was not much left.

As for his physique, it actually reached an unprecedented level. 180 points!

He only had a mere four hundred-ish potential points remaining.

Garen’s body did not seem to have changed much. However, the color of the scales all over his body darkened, and there was a faint shimmer of a natural white-gold. There were some special textures that could make people feel dizzy without even using the Divine Statue Technique. Those were the powerful natural symbols.

180 points, this was Garen’s current Soul Limit’s peak. Even though he had absorbed Soul Rings later, his Soul Limit was increasing slower and slower. The Soul Seed condensed after absorbing the Soul Energy later was completely different from the quality of his original inspiration. Therefore, the improvement of his Soul Limit was still extremely limited. Even after absorbing so much, he only managed to increase ten points of his limits from 170 to 180.

However, Garen was still very satisfied nevertheless.

180 points of physique, even Garen himself was not very clear about this concept. He looked around, and Cliffon Demons with gigantic horns surrounded him. These Demons had a huge head, a furless gray-black body, and four extremely thick elephant legs. A sort of green mucus constantly dripped from their abdomen. Hence, when they passed by, they naturally left a trail of venom. That was why they were also known as Ecological Destroyers, the most hated Demons of Elves and living creatures of nature.

“What are you looking at!?” Garen’s arrogance and ignorance caused a dissatisfaction among the group of Cliffon Demons. These demons that were also known as Demonic Behemoths were much bigger in size than Garen. At ten meters high, they turned around and bellowed impatiently.

Garen was just about anxious over not finding an opportunity, and this Demonic Behemoth’s powers seemed to be around Level Ten. This was exactly the kind of opponent he could provoke at the moment.

He confirmed that his Poisonous Eye had finished accumulating, and he looked at this Demonic Behemoth in an even more impatient manner.

“What are you yelling for! Yell more and I’ll kill you!”

“What!?” The Demonic Behemoth’s eyes were wide open, as though it could not imagine a Level-Nine creature would actually dare to challenge it. After acquiring the Power of Abyss in the Blood War, there was the possibility of mental confusion and impulsiveness. The originally bloodthirsty and impulsive Demonic Behemoths were now even more barbarous; they could not stand being provoked.

With a bang, they rushed toward Garen.

A small hill over ten meters in size was coming right at Garen, and the immense Attractive Force had naturally locked onto Garen, making it impossible for him to dodge.

“You dare to challenge me!” Garen was furious, he looked as if his dignity was just insulted. He then directly charged toward the fellow without a care.

By this time, he had already used up the remaining four hundred potential points and piled them up on his strength.

Four hundred points were equivalent to forty points of strength. His original eighty points of strength straight away rose to 120 points, which had far exceeded the limits of the general biological body. Even an Ancient Dragon could never reach Garen’s current level. Purely physical wise, he had reached a peak.

Bang!

The two giants crashed into each other, sending out a clear shockwave.