Mystical Journey

Cold Winter Tower

Garen’s figure instantly appeared on the Transportation Formation at the bottom floor.

He looked around, and a metal Golem came over and bowed slightly at him.

“Where’s Nadia?”

“At the third floor. Seems to be reading a book?” The Golem replied in a low voice. These Golems had a certain intelligence. They were high-performance Golems created by Garen using the technology of the Mech World, which could be considered the integration of Arcane Technique and technology, and they were extremely horrific, as they already had a standard capability of Level Six once they came out of the experimental platform. Moreover, they could even continue to grow.

Garen had built a total of three of them; one to manage the Cold Winter Tower, one in the Abyss, and one in the production logistics.

“What about Koala?” Garen asked. “How’s the progress? Ask him to come see me.”

“Yes.”

The gigantic body of the Golem bowed his head in reply.

Garen strolled to the Transportation Formation that led to the third floor. The Cold Winter Tower did not have stairs for each level. Instead, they were each an independent space and could only rely on the Formation to travel to and fro.

After a burst of white light, the second floor of the Cold Winter Tower was a place like a strategic research room, and at the center was a large universe Plane simulation scene.

On the khaki colored Main Substance Plane ball, the space of the upper-level Heavenly Mountain and other Upper Planes was a huge white disc, while the bottom also had a large disc, but it was black, which was the space of the Lower Planes; some were also named the Inner-Level Planes. On the side of it was a large cloud of colorful misty things floating over there; it was the Astral Space.

The Astral Space extended numerous tentacles, linking the Upper, Middle, and Lower Planes. Some blood-like objects could be clearly seen flowing from the Planes into the Astral Space, and from the Astral Space, they would flow back into the Planes along the tentacles, forming a large cycle.

Around the whole model was a vast Dark Void, and there were huge colorful plates faraway in the Void. They were the Divine Kingdom of each major Higher Gods. There was also a huge black hole in the middle, which was the node connecting the Void and this World.

Garen walked up to the simulation scene and swept his eyes across the situation shown on it.

‘According to the latest data collected, the scene authenticity is estimated at 67%.’ The Tower Soul, which was also Garen’s Willpower Neuroprocessor, gave a feedback.

“67%? That’s not low…” Garen nodded with satisfaction. “What is the general situation at the moment?”

‘The Void has completely suppressed the local Pantheons and has dominated nearly 50% of the local territories. Besides the big seas and the ocean, there had been major massacres at many places at the Main Substance Plane. The situation is very good. However, there are some tricky characters that can’t be detected even by the levels of the Distortion Demon Master; for example, the Child of Hell and the Child of Radiance.’

‘The Child of Hell. It’s estimated that there are dozens of them, each of whom is of different race, and their form is uncertain. The Child of Radiance is one person, and his identity is unknown. Their location is uncertain.’ The computing power of the Willpower Neuroprocessor was now far beyond than that of the average top-level Energy Machinists. In the Mech World, the Gods would also be considered an incomparable existence.

“How’s the Biochemical Pool?” Garen turned around, and a semi-transparent micro-black, thin little Golem suddenly appeared behind him. This Golem was only the height of a person, and the figure was slender and thin, looking like it could be easily fractured. However, there were sharp and pointed protrusions and spiked blades everywhere on it, giving a feeling of fragility and danger at the same time.

“Reporting to Master. The embryos bred in the Biochemical Pool has reached a thousand in numbers. All are placed in the soil under the Cold Winter Tower, and the Protection Matrix has been activated to safeguard them. We can stimulate their hatching at any time to join the battle.” Koala the Golem answered sharply.

“Types?”

“There are ten Razor Wolves Type 1, and they’re estimated to be at this world’s Level Five. The remaining basic units are Berserk Werewolves, which have flying and drilling functions, and their strength is evaluated at Level Three. The stock of Abyss resources that were recently shipped here have been exhausted,” Koala replied quickly.

“It’s fine,” Garen was not very satisfied. “Release all the Razor Wolves and collect the needed data in time to prepare for Type 2.”

“Understood,” Koala hesitated. “Master, do we need a Willpower Connection?” he asked cautiously.

Although it was hatched and produced from Garen’s Biochemical Pool, without the execution of the Soul Connection, these bio-weapons could not enjoy a mighty augmentation from Garen’s Willpower. In addition, because Garen was a Demon Lord, there would also be a natural strengthening to his subordinates.

This Demon Lord’s strengthening ability was acquired when one reached the Army Level. All the soldiers would be strengthened following the enhancement of the Demon Lord at the same time.

“No rush…” Garen blinked. “I’m going to have a big enhancement soon. The enhancement needs a better Type 2.”

“Understood…” Koala nodded and instantly faded into the darkness. He was basically an assassin-type Golem.

Garen had a final look at the simulation scene. The black representing the Void and the white representing the locals were constantly twisting and slaughtering at each major Planes. Through the information from the Abyss, he was able to gather a lot of information from the innumerable Planes that were linked to the Abyss. He then in turn simulated this huge scene.

After watching the simulation scene for a while, Garen turned around and walked to the darkness on the side. A black crystal stone pillar automatically raised from the ground, and a large amount of information from the Vengeance Fortress was displayed on it like it was a screen.

After he had left the Abyss, the powerful Evil Gods around the Vengeance Fortress did not have any other targets, so they ceased all activities and left. Instead, the forces of the White Dragon Mountain had entered the fortress, changed their previous rampant behavior, and quietly waited for his return.

“The White Dragon King is dead. Looks like the White Dragon Clan will have to find a new reliance,” Garen snickered. He had a terrible intuition for the White Dragon Mountain. The representing Elder from the White Dragon Mountain now appeared in the frame and was exhibiting a peaceful and submission deportment, clearly being oppressed by the other forces so that they had no choice but to seek other assistance from the outside.

“Andrew.” Garen gently tapped the picture.

“Master.” A commander in black armor appeared on the crystal stone screen. “What are your orders?”

“How’s the current situation at White Dragon Mountain?”

Andrew had unwittingly broken through to Level Twelve, but his aura was close to saturation. Obviously, his soul had reached the upper limit. Many creatures had their own limits, whether it was the soul or the flesh, and only very few powerful inheritance could help the creatures to break through this limit. This World had a lot of top-level life energy cultivation methods, while the Worlds Garen had previously transmigrated to mainly focus on the Void’s various Secret Technique inheritance.

What Andrew had been practicing was the powerful inherited secret method of his own household, which was the Knight’s Technique that many knights studied. However, he could only reach Level Twelve in the end, and that was already considered very terrific. After all, he was only from a duke family of a small empire; how strong could the inheritance of a duke household from a remote small empire be?

“White Dragon Mountain is under the coercion of the Abyssal Demon Dragon Clan, so they’re now stuck in a difficult position and are seeking foreign aid everywhere,” Andrew quickly replied. “There was a time when they sent someone to try to bribe me, but I refused.”

“How ’bout Tiamat? How come she didn’t care for them?” Garen sneered.

“Tiamat seems to have disappeared without a trace. Even the Evil Dragon Priests had also vanished. The White Dragon Clan have lost their refuge and are faced with the duress of being swallowed up by the Abyssal Demon Dragons. That’s probably the key reason why they come to ask for your help,” Andrew said plainly.

“Disappeared?” Garen gave it a thought. “How much accumulated resources are left?”

“The consumption was not huge. Recently, we organized another Blood War and have reaped abundantly. There’re a hundred units of Abyssal supplies that could be given out.” Andrew simply summed it up. The Abyssal supplies was a unit determined by the internal department of the Cold Winter Tower. One unit of Abyssal supply could support the functioning of the Cold Winter Tower for a month. It could also produce a hundred Berserk Wolves, so it was a very large unit.

“Sent them all over. I need to open up a new territory here,” Garen ordered.

“Yes.”

Switching off the communication, Garen went directly to the Transportation Formation and entered the third floor.

The third floor was temporarily refurbished into a medical and reading floor, and a lot of data were placed here on the rows of bookshelves at a side.

Nadia was wearing a black blouse, a mini-skirt from Earth period, and long black socks. Her slender and symmetrical figure leaned against the seat, as her dark long hair draped down the back of the chair, straight and smooth.

Rosta and Elphis, the two Void Pursuers, also sat opposite her, quietly reading their books and counting something with a pen.

Seeing Garen appeared, all three tensed up slightly

“His strength is stronger…” Rosta was stunned as he felt an endless horrific aura spread over. Glancing at Elphis, both of them saw from each other’s eyes a sense of impotence as they smiled bitterly.

Nadia also felt the enhancement of this aura, and there was another layer of coldness on her face.

The human-form Garen was dressed in a white aristocratic outfit with a silver edge. He had white gloves on, and his figure was slender, giving others a cultured and elegant temperament.

“How’s things? I’m sure you three are doing fine in the Cold Winter Tower?”

He went to the table.

“Come and sit. I’m here to tell you all something.”

He swept his eyes across Rosta and Elphis. Both their aura was obviously enhanced a great deal due to the Distorted Seed, probably reaching the standard of Level Ten. Although they were still fragile like a child in front of him, but they could already manage to gain a foothold in this world. This was the power of the Distorted Seed.

“The two of you, what’s holding you back from advancing is that you have to find a point of convergence that you want, condense all your strength, purify it, and focus on that point as the core. Only then can you further enhance.” Garen gave some pointers to the two subordinates. Elphis and Rosta were also Void Pursuers, so he naturally had some sense of identity with them.

Then there was Nadia.

He turned his head around and looked at this old acquaintance.

“What about you? Almost comprehend it all? Regarding the situation of this World.”

Nadia closed her eyes and was silent for a moment. She then opened her eyes, and her pupils were filled with an unruly luster.

“What about that? What do you want to say?! Want me to succumb to you?” She taunted. “Even though I’m very grateful to you for saving me, but don’t think that I will succumb to any existence!”

“I don’t intend to oppress you,” Garen smiled. “I just feel that by leaving you here, any time when I’m in a bad mood, I can come to you to vent it all out. And after that, my mood will be fine,” he joked.

“You!” Nadia was ignited, and her eyes began to blaze with fury.

“Forget it. Master Garen is just joking with you…” Rosta, who was a kind old man, quickly began to soothe and smooth things over. Judging by his proficiency, this was clearly not his first time doing this.

Garen shook his head and stopped teasing her.

“Alright, back to business. Nadia, I can let you go, but with your current strength of less than Level Nine, and now is the time of great war between the Void and the Pantheons, if you don’t group together but choose to act alone, I suppose you won’t even make it for a week. Do you believe me?”

He did not lie to her anymore. This was the truth.

Now, whether it was the Void or the Pantheon, even the Lower Gods were afraid to act alone, for fear of being pursued and assassinated by the other powerhouse group. Not to mention her, a mere Level Eight-existence.

Nadia was silent, biting her lower lip slowly. She wanted to find a reason to refute, but she was not one with a silver tongue, and she herself was well-aware of the facts.

“So, seeing that you are an old friend, I’ll give you two choices,” Garen extended two fingers.

“One, join me. I’ll give you a Distorted Seed so that you can advance to around Level Ten, which will be sufficient for you to protect yourself. At the same time, like Rosta, you’ll be a small commander in my Cold Winter Tower.”

“I refuse! I don’t like to command whatsoever!” Nadia refused flatly.

“Then it’s the second one,” Garen smiled. “Be my personal bodyguard. I’ll grant you the Soul Connection. As long as I advance, you can also benefit and advance. I’ll be having a major leap soon, you can also seize this opportunity. But as an Army Level, you should be aware of the disadvantages and advantages in this respect.”

Nadia did not say anything.

The Soul Connection was actually the means by which the Army Level or Demon Lord-Level established its own army. After the establishment of the connection was successful, whenever the Demon Lord or Army Level advanced their strength, they would also simultaneously spur their subordinates to advance together.

The advantage of this was that one could progress quickly with a genius. The downside was that you must absolutely obey the Demon Lord or Army Level regardless of any order; even if they want you to go take your life.

Such a connection was almost impossible to be rid of, and no one had ever heard of anyone who could be released from it. It was said that only when the strength of the subordinates exceeded that of the Chief of Army or the Demon Lord by a great deal that it was possible to break off the connection at that time.

However, such a result had never appeared.

“Do you still actually want to enslave me?!” Nadia fixed her gaze coldly on Garen.