Mystical Journey

“You!!” Anda clenched his teeth and turned around to look at the white dragon-headed Mech. To his astonishment, the Mech had actually caught up to within 20 meters.

Boom!!

Anda started worrying. An amount of Willpower was ejected behind him like a bullet all of a sudden, which actually increased the Mech’s forward speed.

“Trust me! I will be back to save you!” Garen yelled from the front, “I guarantee you on my honor!”

“As if your honor is useful!” Anda shouted. Seeing he had almost been caught up to, he quickly fired off another burst of Willpower. As he accelerated his Mech, the Mech behind him slowed down.

“Why are the both of you running around?” Ice Dragon asked from the back, “I’m not even planning to kill you!”

“Then why are you chasing after us!!!” Anda shrieked.

“It’s your guilty conscience. You were both running, so there must have been something going on. Either you were doing something bad or sneaking around, either way, it’s nothing good!” Ice Dragon contemplated, “After all, I am a person who loves punishing the evil and praising the good!”

“Are you crazy!” Anda roared.

“If you’re cussing, you’re definitely not a good person!” Ice Dragon was getting kooky again, letting out a devilish laugh as his speed hiked up once again.

“I -” Anda urgently released another spurt of Willpower.

Both of them knew that their Mechs were loaded now and if they were to battle, needless to say, their combat power would not even be able to defeat a normal Level Five Pilot, let alone the terrifying creature at the back who was able to send shivers to their Willpower by just the sight of him.

That was also why Garen started running without a word in the first place.

The three of them put up a fair fight – catching up for a moment, then being thrown off the next second, closing in on each other, then getting thrown off again.

In the beginning, Ice Dragon was just fooling around. However, even when he started to get serious, he was still unable to catch up with the two people in the front. Naturally, he was shocked.

Nonosiva at the front was still alright with his Hurrying Technique, all smooth and quick. However, Anda at the back clearly had no techniques but he had plenty of weird tricks up his sleeves such as blasting out stone columns. Although the attacks were simply dismissed, they still successfully slowed down Ice Dragon’s speed.

Occasionally it was the ice on the ground, a slip of attention and one would actually trip, even slightly affecting the ejector engine.

There was also a minor shift in the Magnetic Field. A sudden alteration of the field and the Level Four Mech already almost fell. Although Ice Dragon seemed young, he had actually lived for almost two hundred years already. Even at his Inherited Level, there were some tricks even he was not able to recognize.

Nonetheless, tricks were still tricks after all and they had their limits at the end.

Ice Dragon could finally confirm that Anda had used up all his tricks. After approximately an hour’s chasing around, he was getting bored already. With just a flip, the Mech rolled and shrunk its body. It leaped in front of Anda and landed with a thump, blocking off Anda’s route entirely.

At the same time, with a wave of an arm, a ray of white light shot directly through Garen’s body.

The white light was sharp and soundless, just a vague thin line right at Garen’s spine. Once the spot was hit, his body would be instantly paralyzed and he would be unable to move.

At this moment, Garen yanked out his sword and swung it fiercely.

Clank!

The exact moment the blade met the white light, both bounced off each other immediately.

Garen promptly stabled himself, then noticed a small chip on his blade. The white light darted through the ground, vanishing underground with just a tiny hole left to be seen on the surface.

“Alright, alright. Come and fight me for one round then. If you make me happy, I would consider letting you leave,” Ice Dragon smirked.

“Anda! We’re counting on you!” Garen yelled, decelerating his Mech.

Ice Dragon actually stopped and directed his attention to Anda, as if Anda had finally picked up his interest. He had no plans of killing Nonosiva anyways, neither did he planned to save Fila. As for standing up for his brothers, he could just return and report that he killed two people.

He was now more intrigued by the fact that Anda had tricks even he himself had never seen before.

Anda was close to tears but could not bring himself to shed a tear. Once again, he was awestruck by Garen’s shameless self.

“You bastard!!”

Garen could not believe that this guy would be so easily killed and that he had no intentions of killing. At most, he just deserved a mean beating. As for abandoning his comrades and such treacherous beliefs, he never cared much about such little things. As long as there was an adequate opportunity, he would definitely not be constrained by what the average person scrupled.

He believed that Anda would not take long to recover from a beating to catch up.

Continuing his journey, he soon came across the black plains. The yellow grassland was before him, where tracts of yellow-green meadow were being disturbed by the harsh wind.

This time around, standing at the front of the meadow were two familiar white Level Five Shining Mechs from White Light.

The area was completely empty except for the two Mechs standing quietly on the ground. Both bodies were exuding a faint sense of force intended to kill as if they were surrounded by an army of hostile Mechs.

“Special Willpower Training Method!” Knowing this bunch would not be an easy defeat, Garen’s heart sank slightly.

Even in the Inner Courtyard, people rarely revisited special training methods. These methods were not necessarily able to strengthen your Consciousness but the ability to keep track of all kinds of abilities made one impossible to guard against.

Furthermore, those who dared to practice Special Willpower were confident geniuses.

“After chasing you for so long, we finally caught up,” the Mech on the left whispered in a low tone which resembled a young man’s. “I didn’t expect you to actually be able to avoid our ambush for so long even though you almost escaped our range. Gee, you’re actually not bad…”

An intrepid killing intent erupted from his Willpower, forming a clear round whirlpool that blew the grass and dirt around.

Bang!

His body took the first step as he leaped into the air.

“Go to hell!”

Clang!!

A white moon appears above Garen’s body, glowing as drops of white liquid dripped from it.

Instantly, black dual blades, crossing against each other, appeared in Garen’s hands. A surge of black breeze brewed in the sky as the white liquid trickled on his head.

Ding!!

Garen narrowed his eyes..

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“If you can’t do it, why not just give up hope in the beginning?”

At the other end of Radiation Belt, Red Moon was quietly watching Clint who was kneeling beside Baylon. The young teen showed an unfamiliar look of perseverance and determination, making him seem foreign.

“Since it’s already decided, there’s no giving up halfway, end of the discussion,” Clint muttered. “Lord, tell me, how do I do it?”

“You have to think it through, there is very little hope left for Lonnie. Now that we are fully surrounded outside, it won’t take long for the white Mechs to come. When that time comes, you might not even have the chance to run away,” it was just like the first time Red Moon had met Clint in his memory, this normal child was just slightly cowardly but tough at the same time, just like any other average child.

“If Lonnie dies, you can find a brand new compatible imprint. However, if you do decide to save her, she doesn’t stand much chance! In return, her recovery percentage can’t even reach ten percent,” Red Moon spoke solemnly.

Clint did not answer, but raised his head and calmly stared at his virtual image. In this teen’s eyes, it was as if a familiar surge of burning red flames was ignited.

Red Moon’s heart soared.

“Bring her along this escape route, then use the small technique I just taught you and swiftly switch directions. Only Shining Mech Pilots are able to bring along some radiation drugs. Otherwise, it would be the chaotic city shops. Which do you choose?”

“Which way is the fastest route?”

“Find the Shining Mech, but each Mech is a Level Five Mech Pilot. You wouldn’t stand a chance against them even one-on-one.”

“Lord, now that you’ve brought this up, there will certainly be a way to solve this,” Clint said sternly.

“Are you really willing to risk your own life?” Red Moon could not help but ask once more.

Clint was silent, then stressed on each syllable and said.

“I will not give up on my comrades!”

“…”

“The front five transitions must not have the slightest mistakes. I’ve already worked out the best way to avoid, all you need to do is to follow suit, even your actions at the back can’t be greater than 10% deviation. I will mark clearly on the Mech’s computer. If you can’t do it, not only will you die, but she… will die as well.” Red Moon could see the determination in the young teen, and so made his own efforts to squeeze a tiny ray of hope.

“After leaving the encirclement, the opponent’s body has approximately less than three seconds of a reflex gap. If you are unable to transform four times within three seconds, they will begin their long-range attack, and the chances of you being hit is a hundred percent. However, continuously changing your body will be a severe burden on your body. In the end, once you’re almost nearing the Mech, the opponent only requires one Willpower Pierce to finish you off with the short distance between the both of you,” Red Moon stated calmly.

“What about after finding the Shining Mech?”

“By that time, you will have to rely on your luck. I will help you steal the drugs, all I need is fifteen seconds. If you can survive that period of time, then Lonnie has a chance of surviving.”

“Fifteen seconds…” Clint bowed his head, hands pushed deep into his hair, an unspeakable fear was constantly stirring in his mind. He knew the extent of a Shining Mech.

That was the true complete picture of Red-White’s power levels, just one Willpower Pierce and he would be gone. Maybe even just a glace, and he’d be facing death.

“You can’t do it,” Red Moon’s voice softened, “This isn’t even risking your life, you’re practically committing suicide. Give it up, Clint.”

Give up… Give up… Give up…

Give up…

Give up… ?

Questions constantly echoed in Clint’s mind.

He was just a Level One Willpower Pilot, and he was actually planning to pin down a Level Five Pilot within fifteen seconds. Even if he practiced the top training method, it was only equivalent to a normal Level Three Pilot, and he would still stand no chance against a Level Five Mech.

Even with Lord Red Moon’s imparted skills to self-mutilate, Clint understood that his survival rate was very, very low.

He looked down at Baylon’s half corroded face.

He stood back up.

“Let’s go, Lord, it’s time to get prepared.”