Mystical Journey Chapter 1317

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“I object!” Inside a colorful space that was encircled by numerous yellowish-brown spheres at the top of Silver Tower, Soaring Wing King and the other members were gathered in the center here.

If Garen looked over from here, he would discover that the yellowish-brown spheres were actually exactly the same as the various forms of large planes of existences that he saw when he shuttled here initially.

“I object.”

After Soaring Wing King had spoken, another member who was in agreement with him all along now opened his mouth slowly instead.

A different member said, “I retain my opinion.”

A white-robed Elder who wore a monocle with golden threads on one side was standing on the highest point as he held on to an extremely short, white oak staff. It looked like a little hammer when he held it in his hand, and he was using it to hit the palm of his other hand continuously.

“The Automatic Defense Mechanism has been activated. The matters regarding the White Dragon Garen's location, or should I say, whether or not we'll hand Garen over to White Dragon Mountain, depends on the respective attitudes of White Dragon Mountain and the White Dragon Clan that are seeking refuge with the other clans in the Deladia Empire. Although your honorable selves may feel that voting appears overly severe or formal, these choices are actually sufficient for us to proceed with casting our votes,” said the old man in a sluggish tone.

“A mere little White Dragon may seem insignificant but the key points are the attitudes of both major forces. Although White Dragon Mountain is stronger than the clan by a large extent, it's uncertain whether they can become a part of our strength. Hence, I'm in favor of supporting the clan,” said a female member in a red robe softly.

The fifth and final member wore a round hat that was embedded with diamonds. It seemed as though his squinted, smiling face was completely stiff.

“I, however, feel that it'll be considered as a great reward if White Dragon Mountain will be inclined towards us because of this. Although our Deladia has obtained the support of many of the dragon races, this is merely on the surface. In reality, everyone is well aware that the various colored dragon races are simply using our empire as a place to train their new soldiers. Even though the White Dragon Clan is seeking refuge with us, their forces are way too weak. Their strongest elder is a pseudo-Level Ten individual while White Dragon Mountain is a place where Ancient Dragons exist.”

“However, the arrangements will affect the attitudes of the various major dragon races towards us this time, especially because the present trouble was caused by Little Asilia,” said Soaring Wing King while furrowing his eyebrows. “I maintain my doubts towards Diamond King's opinion. White Dragon Mountain has been arrogant towards everyone else all this while. It would be an issue if they did not look highly upon our Deladia as well.”

“It seems like Soaring Wing King is in great support of the clan, huh…” Diamond King narrowed his eyes at him. “So, are you brave enough to make a bet with me for once?”

“What are we betting on?” Soaring Wind King was unwilling to display any sign of weakness.

“We'll use the Blade of Kanbera that you won from me to bet on whether Garen can become the pivotal point that influences the standpoint between White Dragon Mountain and the clan. If White Dragon Mountain agrees to side with us because of this, you'll give me that Kanbera Divine Weapon; if they don't, I'll help you enchant an item instead.”

Soaring Wing King immersed himself in deep thoughts. He was hesitating whether he should persevere and continue his support for Garen.

Diamond King continued, “I'm in favor of handing Garen over to White Dragon Mountain in exchange for their inclination towards us.”

“But what if this angers the clan and they break away from us because of that?” said an opposing member softly.

“Alright, alright. This issue ends here.” Since they had already voted, they would reach a resolution through the number of votes.

The Central President raised his short staff and shook it lightly before the image of Garen in the urban area appeared in the middle of the five people.

“Three votes against handing Garen over to White Dragon Mountain, one neutral vote, and one vote in favor.”

“But how will we deal with the Dragons of Disaster's Imprint on Garen's body?” Diamond King continued speaking.

“Dragons of Disaster…” The President shut his eyes and pondered momentarily.

Suddenly, new changes appeared throughout Garen's image in the center.

The Thunderbolt Spear was suspended above the top of Garen's head before it descended rapidly. It missed piercing into Garen's head violently by a hair. However, it seemed as though Garen did not move or resist at all.

A black chain-like necklace appeared around his neck indistinctly. It was the Teleportation Necklace that Ann had given him.

Garen's entire body was numb while countless hallucinations were filling the space before his eyes simultaneously. These effects were caused by the hypertoxic poison that was spreading throughout his whole body rapidly after his tail was stabbed.

These toxins were extremely potent. His terrifying Vitality was completely paralyzed now.

However, he was unaware that the two White Dragon Mountain Emissaries behind him were gasping in shock because of these obstructions.

“This is a poison that can even cause Semi-Divine Colossal Dragons to fall into a coma while their tongues become numb after being briefly injected! This fellow… actually didn't faint at all! This is simply unbelievable!!”

“Aside from that, what is this black string necklace-like thing? I can't find a way to undo it!”

Both the emissaries struggled with all their might. However, it was still impossible for them to break free from the rope on their bodies despite their various peak Level Nine spells and abilities that burst forth continuously.

The black rope extended out from the necklace on Garen's neck.

“After the Shadow Dragon, where is Ann, one of the three main monarchs of the Dragons of Disaster?!” roared the Matrix Spirit throughout the entire Snow City. A face that was made of thunderbolts appeared indistinctly throughout the storm clouds in the sky. It contained an incomparable amount of fury.

Garen recovered from the poison slowly. His overpowered Vitality that had reached its limits was already immune to the toxins. The poison was so terrifying that it could paralyze him for some time but that was the extent of its abilities.

The strength that was brimming on the top of his head made his whole body trembled slightly. This Matrix Spirit was a terrifying being that had existed for an unknown number of years. Unleashing its powers now, it was almost equivalent to half of Silver Tower Master's strength.

Silver Tower Master's strength was the pinnacle of the mortal world. Half of his strength would already be ranked at Level Thirteen at least. Pressure like this made Garen's breathing somewhat sluggish as well because he was terribly constricted.

The Draconic Aura throughout his entire body was firmly compressed into a ball that pressed up against his skin closely and could not escape at all. His physical fitness was also repressed until it deteriorated to twenty points on average, leaving him with an average of sixty points which weakened him to a huge extent.

“I don't know what you're talking about?!” Obviously, he could not reveal Ann's existence, regardless of whether he was doing it out of kindness or for his own safety. Once he had exposed Ann's whereabouts, not only would he lose the assurance of his safety, he would be rightfully charged with collaborating with the Dragons of Disaster. There was a possibility that he would be killed as a means of venting pent-up anger.

“Since you have the aura of that monster on your body, I won't admit that I'm mistaken!” the Matrix Spirit roared angrily.

“Alright, Matrix Spirit. We'll take care of this matter from here onwards so you can go back and rest,” The President's voice rang out again.

A tremendous bout of intimidating strength forcibly suppressed the Matrix Spirit before the storm clouds vanished and the Thunderbolt Spear dispersed.

“Since you're not one of the Dragons of Disaster and may have merely been unaware that Ann was one of the three monarchs of the Dragons of Disaster when you came into contact with her, this is excusable. Nonetheless, you need to be punished for the Dragons of Disaster regardless.” The President's voice projected downwards from the sky as he said, “Soaring Wing King will have the sovereign rights to handle your punishment.”

There was a whooshing noise and Soaring Wing King appeared before Garen in the sky immediately. He was floating in mid-air, while he looked squarely at Garen.

Garen's mind stirred frantically. “I humbly apologize for my ignorance and rashness. Perhaps I was completely unaware that she was one of the Dragons of Disaster indeed.” He lowered his head.

“So, are you willing to accept your punishment?” Soaring Wing King cast another glance at him instantly. The sovereign rights to handle this matter were something that he had struggled painstakingly to obtain.

“Yes, I'm willing,” Garen said hurriedly.

It seemed like Ken and Annie who were behind him could not interrupt at all. They were anxious and felt helpless because they were imprisoned by the Energy Field. As Garen was the greatest hope of their clan, they would be completely unable to return and explain to Third Elder if there were any severe tragedies.

“That's good. Since the Dragons of Disaster had previously swallowed countless living beings, I will send you away to the Abyss to serve your sentence and accept the Blood Wars in order to exempt you from the responsibility of your offenses. If you survive, all of your offenses will be written off.” Not waiting for the other members to speak, Soaring Wing King waved his staff. A red crack that resembled an eye opened up before Garen instantly.

Sent off to the Abyss to serve his sentence?!

When they heard about this punishment, the President was slightly dazed as well. This was not just a form of punishment anymore but a way to covertly send Garen to his death instead!

The Abyssal Blood Wars was not merely a place. He would be forced to battle endlessly there until he died of exhaustion because it was completely impossible for him to escape at all. Those without specialized regenerative abilities would only linger in the Abyss eternally until they assimilated and were contaminated into becoming a part of it.

This punishment was too severe!

Even Diamond King felt the same. At this moment, he felt that it was merciful for him supporting to hand Garen over to White Dragon Mountain. When he looked at the depiction of Soaring Wing King before him, he felt that he needed to reevaluate this person's character now.

Garen cooperated and plastered an astonished expression on his face as if he could not believe what he had just heard.

Without waiting for him to respond, Soaring Wing King pointed his staff before his Level Twelve Arcanist strength released a massive Energy Field that seized Garen immediately, flinging him into the crack.

Shh!

The scene before his eyes turned into a sea of red instantly as he felt his entire body spinning.

“He's a member of my White Dragon Mountain! You actually dared to deal with him arbitrarily?!!” The voice of the emissary of White Dragon Mountain could be heard indistinctly behind him. It trailed off further before Garen was soon unable to hear any more.

The blood-red tunnel flew before his eyes. It seemed as though he was in a long portal that resembled a winding, intestinal tract.

After an unknown period of time, a ray of light gradually appeared in front of him.

Boom!

He felt like a fish that had leaped out of the water's surface. The first things that he saw were the grey sky and the blood-red sun.

There were boundless black plains in his surroundings. The ground of these plains was completely empty except for large, exposed white rocks. He could not see any other creatures.

“The most important thing to do once you've arrived in the Abyss is to conceal yourself first,” Garen recalled Soaring Wing King's advice.

He scanned his surroundings hurriedly and was fortunate not to discover any unusual creatures. He dug his tail into the ground below him quickly and excavated a hole rapidly in a back and forth motion before digging an extremely large pit quickly. Placing himself into the hole before releasing a circle of temporary guards to investigate the area and prevent any creatures from possibly approaching him, only then did Garen let his guard down slightly.

“I'm quite fortunate that no battles occurred to attract the attention of the demons and devils. I can set my mind at ease and absorb the Despair Head first before going any further.”

Without saying another word, he began to set up a protective screen to isolate auras. He had no issues with low-level negative energy protective screens but it was impossible for the auras of Semi-Divine Weapons not to dissipate at all. Therefore, he needed to absorb all of the auras cleanly before they were vaporized.

Inside the pitch-black hole, Garen allowed the Semi-Divine Weapon called the Despair Skull to float in front of him. This skull did not look very different from an average human skull except for the golden flames that were burning in both of its eye sockets, the faint golden symbols in the space between its eyebrows, and the large mouthfuls of purple mist that were surging out of its mouth and nostrils before they were absorbed by Garen in similarly large gulps.

He could clearly see that his Potential Points were rapidly rising at a speed visible to the naked eye.

“According to this speed, I can absorb all of these auras completely within five days.” Garen estimated the duration. If he had not been unexpectedly forced here at an earlier time, he would not have to be so afraid at all.

However, since the incident had already occurred, it would be useless for him to act any more grudgingly. The most important thing was to face reality.

He calmed his heart down before concealing himself inside the cave slowly and absorbing the potential aura.

A colossal creature was crawling leisurely towards Garen from a certain place in the black plains that was several kilometers away from him.

This enormous beast had the upper body of a Colossal Dragon and the lower half of a spider's body. Yellow flames would burn across its back incessantly. It also had a pair of perpendicular gold-yellow pupils in its eyes that were incomparably fierce.

Numerous yellow insects that resembled ground beetles encircled the surroundings of this enormous beast. Several large colonies of these insects crawled up and down the body of the enormous beast as if they were cleaning its body.

“There's a strange aura… near me…” (Abyssal)

The enormous beast opened its mouth to speak suddenly.

“It's a dragon's aura…” It used its nose to sniff. It moved the lower half of its gigantic body. Its body was over ten meters long and more than eight meters tall at least. Aside from its back, everywhere else was covered in a soil armor that resembled thick layers of scales.

“Should we take a look?” The numerous beetles converged beside it and condensed into a humanoid state that resembled a woman.

“No, there's no need. Even if it's a Colossal Dragon, it can't escape the Ice Ant Tide that will engulf it in the evening.” The enormous beast was crawling again.

“If it can endure the Ice Ant Tide, only then it qualifies for me to go and look at it personally.”

It had established the rules.

Chapter end