Mystical Journey

A huge screen of black smoke billowed from Wukang’s body before he finished his sentence. He planned to reveal his Wukang Prison here.

Wukang, who had been following Garen around to purge people from the Cthulhuism Society, was very unhappy with the crazies who had been spewing nonsense everywhere. In addition to the obstruction by the four members of the Cthulhuism Society during his journey, he’d held resentment from the moment the King of Holy Lake defeated him on the spot.

Wukang and the Thunder God glared at each other as one grinned while the other looked on in contempt. Both of them instantaneously turned into a screen of black smoke and lightning respectively.

In a mere instant, the black smoke and lightning clashed against each other at least ten times.

Huge amounts of black smoke and lightning arcs spread about in the surrounding, forcing the members of the Cthulhuism Society and Garen to take a few steps back to distance themselves.

Garen stared at the battle between those two.

The Thunder God didn’t use any special ability and was only relying on the high velocity movement which formed into lightning. He kept moving about as he attacked instantly and every attack he lashed out had high momentum and electrical effect.

On the other hand, Wukang was releasing a huge amount of black smoke and he could instantly move anywhere within the black smoke. His whereabouts was unknown as the smoke was an extension of his body. Furthermore, the smoke appeared to be poisonous as well, which was the reason Thunder God didn’t dare to get close to it; he kept vaporizing the black smoke that was approaching him.

Both of them were considered the speed type and within seconds, the black smoke was rebounded back towards Garen and Wukang staggered out of the black smoke with a pale face.

"I couldn’t fully utilise the Wukang Prison due to the air restriction zone…!" Wukang grumbled angrily.

"Do you think you have the chance to get closer to me without the air restriction zone?" Thunder God Havana smiled coldly.

It looked like Wukang had the disadvantage. After all, their difference in strength was apparent.

"I didn’t expect the Cthulhuism Society has someone like you with them…" Although Wukang was at the peak of form four, he showed off his extreme battle strength and was able to go against the form five Thunder God. However, he was able to experience the strength of a form five for the first time during this probing.

Furthermore, he wasn’t considered strong compared to the Cthulhu King even though they were at the same level. Their main strength was the Immortal Body and Alliance Tactic and these two skills were not revealed at all just now.

Thunder God looked at Garen as his eyes were slightly filled with fear.

"Looks like you guys plan to go against my Cthulhuism Society?"

Garen started smiling.

"I heard that there’re three kings in the Cthulhuism Society who are the strongest within the society and the Thunder God is one of them. I wonder how your strength fares as compared to the other two kings?"

The Thunder God narrowed his eyes without changing his expression.

"The Light God is obviously much stronger than me. As for the strongest God, the Water God. His strength isn’t something that should be compared to mine. Lord Water God once stated that he doesn’t have the confidence to win against you. At first I thought he was just being humble, but it looks like you’re the real deal…"

"What are you trying to imply?" Garen said coldly.

"Regardless, this guy is the reincarnation of the previous Thunder God of the Cthuhulism Society. You don’t plan to meddle in our personal issues, do you?" Havana moved his gaze to the short patrol Garfield.

"The previous generation’s Thunder God?!"

The totem users nearby who overheard the claim had their eyes onto the patrol Garfield in shock.

Garen, too frowned slightly. Although there were very few rules that totem users followed, there were still a few rules that they obeyed. One of the major taboos was to never meddle in other people’s internal affairs as meddling with other people’s affairs meant that they were declaring war in the totem world.

Although he had killed a few members from the Cthulhuism Society, this didn’t hurt them at all as the Cthulhu could revive them as many times as they wanted. Dying once simply meant that they were defeated once.

If they were to declare war, the battle would be endless.

Furthermore, if other parties were to found out that he meddled with another party’s internal affairs, it would leave a bad taste for the other parties.

"This is the battle for the Thunder God’s position. It’s not open to some outsider’s meddling." Havana said coldly.

Garfield, who was quiet about the ordeal the entire time, finally opened his mouth.

"That year, you ambushed me from the back, severely injuring me and caused me to lose most of my power. I had no choice but to reincarnate and the whole Thunder God Society has been absorbed by the Cthulhuism Society. Have I not been nice to you as the Lightning Attacker? Why!?" His eyes were glowing in blue as he spoke as the Thunder God of the previous generation.

Havana smirked.

"Why do you ask? Do you think a mere Thunder God Society could go against the powerful Cthulhu King? I know you have a death wish but it didn’t mean the others had it as well! And you still dare ask why? What a joke."

Garfield shook his head.

"The Thunder God’s will is to rage and purify. The characteristic of such power is chaos and disobedience. For these past few years, do you really think you have gained the trust of the Cthulhu King? In the folklore, the Thunder God is known as the forbidden god. Right at this moment, do you feel that parts of your body have been slowly electrified? Do you feel it? The immense pain from your chest whenever the spring thunder rings."

His face turned grey.

"Do you really think that I would be easily ambushed by you guys back then? Do you really think I have lost my mentality? You disappoint me. You didn’t even realize after so many years. I thought that you have realized it by now."

The arrogant look on Havana’s face slowly dissipated as Garfield continued. His cheek started twitching as an unnatural expression appeared on his face.

Garen and Wukang had already retreated to one side. Wukang, who had been holding on all this while, was injured quite badly. He was in a serious disadvantage against the Thunder God as he couldn’t output his actual strength.

It would be natural to let the two generations of Thunder God to settle their affairs between themselves.

Garen occasionally set his sight onto Garfield as he was skeptical of him.

He was the will adaptee of the Cthulhu who could easily dispel the origin of the Cthulhu King, Hannet Thunderstorm. He matched every details the intel he had searched. It’s just that he didn’t expect him to be the Thunder God of the previous generation.

No matter if it’s Garen or the Obscuro Society who wished to absorb the Cthulhu’s Origin, one must go through him. Without his help in purifying the Cthulhu King’s will, the Cthulhu’s Origin could not be absorbed and could only be considered a form of high grade preparation material.

If he didn’t predict wrongly…

Without any additional movement, Garen glanced at the crowd of totem users that had started to gather around.

Most of the totem users were observing from one side and some of them had grouped up to discuss about the two Thunder Gods. Some of them even took out crystal balls and cameras, to take an overall picture of the situation.

These totem users were not anxious at all due to the protection of the Ancestral God Tree and the alertness of the Royal Household of Daniela.

Among these totem users, Garen saw a slender, black human figure.

It was a woman in a black veil with a pair of white crescent moon earrings on her ears.

"So you’ve arrived, Emilo." this name flashed across Garen’s mind. She was an elite sent by the Obscuro Society who’d severely injured one of Daniela’s King with just an attack.

Since Emilo had appeared here and the Obscuro Society was on friendly terms with the Cthulhuism Society, she would definitely side the Cthulhuism Society if there were any conflict.

As he was lost in his thoughts, the two generations of Thunder God’s conversation had reached its end. Havana had lost his temper by the words of the previous generation’s Thunder God Hannet Thunderstorm. Even a commoner could see the fear on his face.

"The Cthulhu King has ordered to kill the previous generation Thunder God Hannet Thunderstorm on the spot!" Suddenly a sharp male voice could be heard from afar.

Havana was startled and with a slight delay, dark purple lightning ball formed around his hands.

"Don’t you want to know how to release yourself from this curse?" Hannet smiled without any anxiety.

The totem light force field on his body was only form 2 but he wasn’t scared at all. He stood still as he stared at the Thunder God. It was as if the opponent’s lightning balls were just a magic toy and were not something that could kill him instantly.

Havana struggled as he raised his hand while the lightning balls were moving violently in his hand but they wouldn’t move away from his hand.

"Thunder God! You dare to go against the Cthulhu King’s order!" The voice of the man could be clearly heard from the sky. However, there was no one in the sky. It was as if the person had used some sort of technique to communicate from afar.

Havana started to struggle even more as he slowly raised his hand and aimed at Hannet with the lightning ball. Thousands of beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

"There’s only one person who knows how to break the curse." Hannet was very calm as he smiled, as if he didn’t know that the lightning balls were aimed at him. "Havana, you can kill me if you really want to become a mindlessly obedient Thunder God."

"Don’t force me…!!" Havana’s dilemma had become more and more apparent. His voice even started to become coarse.

"The Cthulhu King never trusted you." Hannet said coldly. "He’s forcing you to kill me and it also means that you’re committing suicide."

"Just because of that legend?!"

"Perhaps." Hennet smiled. He was a young man, yet his smile was old.

"Die!!"

Suddenly, a pure white light was shot from the sky and was heading towards the calm Hennet.

The speed of this light was incredible fast. As the sky flashed, the light had already reached in front of Hennet. The light was surrounded by pure white feathers that were falling gently. It was as if the light was a gift from the Heavens.

"The Heaven’s Light! It’s the Light God!" A knowledgeable old totem user recognized the light.

"How dare you!!" A sharp tone of a woman came from the left side of the forest. Before she shouted, A black hole appeared in front of Hannet and a white slender hand came out from the hole and gently block the white light in front of him.

The hand gripped the egg-thicked light pillar and gently pinched it.

Boom!

The light pillar was completely shattered.

At the same time, the white hand from the black hole disappeared as well.

The crowd then reacted since a conflict finally occurred.

Some totem users the situation was rather complicated and started to retreat. Soon there were only a few people left who dared to stand still.

"What is the meaning of this, Marshall Aixi?"

A pure white humanoid figure appeared from the wall from the right. It was a handsome man with white hair, eyebrows and eyes. He had no pupil and his eyes were pure white. One would immediately know he was no ordinary elite just from his appearance.

On the left, black fire condensated and formed a human figure in a black cloak. One would immediately know that she was a female judging from her body figure. She was in a black veil and had a white crescent moon earrings on her. She was the self proclaimed Emilo sent by the Obscuro Society.

"You can’t kill him." Emilo’s voice was calm.

"No one can stop me, a member of the Cthulhuism Society, from killing who I want to kill." The Light God said calmly.

"I repeat, you can’t kill him." Emilo repeated once more.

The air around these two started to bend and both of them started to confront each other secretly.

"Aixi, a deal is a deal. However, didn’t you cross the line by butting into this matter?" The Light God showed his right hand and a white flame appeared above his palm.

Emilo didn’t say another word. Both of them were equally matched as they confronted each other and no one could do anything to the other party.

The situation had become a statemate.

"Aixi, are you really planning to meddle in the internal affairs of my Society?" Suddenly, a sonorous voice boomed from the sky.