Chapter 1325: A Chance Encounter 1
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The Demonic Behemoth stumbled four steps backward, fell with a thump onto the ground and could not get up anymore.
Garen also felt a tremendous force cras.h.i.+ng into him, as if he had slammed against a wall.
“It truly is the Demonic Behemoth. Its strength comes from the dark vortex in the depths of the Abyss. With the support of the dark vortex that swirls all the time, it doesn’t just merely aid the outburst of the body’s strength.”
Garen had an epiphany. His 120-points of Strength was already on par with the Demonic Behemoth’s. Even exceeded it.
After all, the Demonic Behemoths were one of the demons with the highest strength in the Abyss, not to mention the Dragon Clan; even the slightly weaker demiG.o.ds would not choose to wrestle with them when encountering them.
The Demonic Behemoth that fell collided with two elder demons that were moving forward. These elder demons with sharp blades in their hands and long horns on their heads were about to rage, but they quickly fell silent and dared not speak a word when they saw that it was a Demonic Behemoth. They hurried away immediately.
A Level Ten-Demonic Behemoth was one of the top strengths ranked in this team. The one who could knock out this fellow would naturally not be a simple existence.
The Demonic Behemoth shook its head and got up. It was not injured at all. “That’s rather strong?” It could not believe that it was knocked down by someone from the Dragon Clan. The Dragon Clan, this kind of reptile, had always been skinny and weak, and only the higher-level Dragon Clan could scare him. A little Level Nine-White Dragon that could actually knock it over was absolutely unthinkable!
“I must have seen wrongly as my head feels a little dizzy.” He shook his head and charged at Garen again.
Boom!!
There was another thundering sound. The Demonic Behemoth fell back at the same spot and stared vacantly at Garen.
There was not even a mark on Garen at the spot where he had caught him with his claws.
“Get lost!” Garen roared impatiently.
The Demonic Behemoth seemed to have finally recognized the reality. Panting heavily, he silently lumbered away from Garen.
Garen rampaged among the gigantic demons. Wherever he pa.s.sed, no one dared to cross him.
A few Level Ten-demons were knocked over to the ground by him.
Charging through all the way, the team very quickly reached the Devil’s Army.
Both parties fought and killed at close quarters, and nothing could be distinguished.
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“He has joined the Blood War!” Maffey said, displeased. “I hate the Blood War the most. There’re so many delicious corpses swaying about in front, and yet I don’t dare to go devour them. This is simply the cruelest torment in the world.”
Corpse-Hound brought Bakiloa and Kratos along and stood by the edge of the Blood War battlefield to watch from afar. They did not dare to go any closer as they could be forcefully dragged into the battlefield by the Will of the Abyss.
Bakiloa had completely retracted the cloud on his entire body and landed on the ground. He had transformed into an elemental life form that was formed completely through the condensation of red clouds. He was not clothed at all; even the skin and muscles were just ma.s.ses of slowly drifting b.l.o.o.d.y clouds. On his head were two curved horns, while his face was that of an old man’s.
“Can we still catch up?” He asked impatiently.
“I don’t think so.” Maffey shook his head. “The smell inside is too mixed up. Even I have no way.”
Kratos had a stiff expression on one side. If he could not find Garen, he would be in deep trouble.
“I know the vanguard of this fortress. Maybe we can go inside to search. A White Dragon is also rather eye-catching here. After all, this is not the Dragon Clan’s battlefield.”
“I hope it turns out as what you have said…” Bakiloa said coldly.
Kratos did not dare to answer back. He quickly led the two behemoths toward the Blood War.
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Garen was killing wantonly. One after another, the devils were smashed into pieces under his claws. As he spewed out a Dragon Stream with his mouth, a vast number of devils would be frozen into ice sculptures, dying completely.
Little demons flew up from behind and pounced onto the back of his wings, trying to pierce his wings with their steel forks, but to no avail. They were directly thrown off with the spreading of both his wings. His wings could now use the exertion of force as the basis. With the Seven Star Life’s Secret Point as the foundation, he could break out an even stronger force. Because his own basic strength was too great, and the enhancement of the Seven Star Life’s Secret Point was not developed for the Dragon Clan, so the increase was limited. However, it could also bring about a 150% enhancement to its original strength, which was a one-half improvement, reaching a terrific 180 points!!
Garen was a horrifying meat grinder on the battlefield. The surrounding devils and demons were slaughtered wantonly by him. With a swing of his tail, and wherever the platinum trail swept across, all the creatures would be cleared off. Some even directly exploded and turned into blood mist.
The Will of the Abyss continued to strengthen his body. The more creatures one killed, the greater the reward the Will of the Abyss would grant that being. It did not care whether you were the existence of other worlds.
Garen felt that he was growing non-stop, and every creature that died under his claws brought him a huge influx of soul power.
After filtering this strength through the Semi-Divine Weapon, the Despair Skull, and removing the messy memories and all kinds of chaotic emotions in it, it transformed into the purest soul power, which was absorbed by Garen and turned into Potential Points.
He watched his Potential Points begin to rise again.
A Level Five-little demon could benefit him, while a Level Seven and Eight-monster could grant him with more than ten points.
And now he had killed at least dozens of little demons and more than ten Level Seven and Eight-monsters. The potential aura rushed madly into his body like a waterfall.
Garen could not be bothered to look at the others and directly added the Potential Points to the attribute points. He watched his attributes climb continually.
A huge black scorpion darted at him, raising its stinger to strike Garen’s head.
The black scorpion was almost as tall as Garen, and it was also considered a big guy on the battlefield.
The tip of the poison sting shone with a faint white light.
Whis.h.!.+
Garen’s claws caught the poisonous sting in an instant, and he wrestled with the scorpion.
He suddenly jerked hard. Roar!!!
With an angry bellow, Garen actually lifted the entire scorpion straight up and hurled it sideways. Boom, boom, boom, boom! All the devils and demons around were swept away.
“Tyrant! Kill him!!” A thunderous voice sounded in the devil’s language from the opposite side.
Boom!!
A b.l.o.o.d.y red foot similar to Garen’s size descended from the sky and stepped onto the demons in front of Garen. Even a Demonic Behemoth was directly squashed, fleeing awkwardly with half of the body left.
The owner of the foot was a huge humanoid devil with bright red skin. It had three eyes, but they were not on the face. They were at the crotch instead… The place that should have been the head and the face was just a shroud of huge ma.s.s of dark clouds. The rest of its parts were almost the same as a normal human being.
“It’s the Devil Warlord!!” Some demons were fleeing in horror toward all directions.
The Warlord of the Devil’s Army – a powerful existence that could command millions of demons, and their power was often incomparably savage. They were not necessarily the most powerful race, and they could have also grown from a variety of weak races.
Just like the humongous Warlord in front, he revealed the power that was not lower than that of Level Eleven or Twelve the moment it appeared. It was unknown how long his gigantic body had been evolving.
“Nagolas!” The Devil Warlord leaned down and grabbed at Garen with its huge hand.
Garen looked up at the b.l.o.o.d.y red palm that was almost of his own size. He did not avoid it but wanted to test his current strength. He stomped his hind leg, and the earth behind him collapsed directly, causing dust and smoke to diffuse into the sky.
Leveraging the tremendous strength, Garen rushed directly toward the huge hand.
Apart from him, there was no other demon around who dared to face the Warlord. All of them had shunned away.
Garen’s wings illuminated seven black stars, and the entire dragon’s torso muscles constricted, like an arrow released from the string.
Boom!!
Garen’s body collided fiercely with the huge hand and directly penetrated it, forming a blood-hole. One could see the view at the back through the center of the palm.
“Nagolas!!” The Warlord once again roared, this time with great anger. The blood-hole in his huge hand healed quickly, as if he had never been hurt.
Two giant hands grabbed at Garen with lightning speed. He bent over his height of a hundred meters, and his three eyes shot out rope-like black lights, attempting to capture Garen.
In theory, this Warlord was at Level Twelve!
This was the comprehensive calculated fitness according to Strength, Agility and et cetera. But the battle was not just a matter of numbers. The most important things were strategy, tactics, and practical skills.
Although Garen was only at Level Ten at the moment, his combat experience was not ordinary, and he was not inferior to the top warriors in the Blood War. Furthermore, the crucial point was that his physical fitness was also extremely scary, almost the same as the Warlord’s, except that the height of his body was far less c.u.mbersome than the other party.
The two engaged each other, and Garen did not expect that the Devil Warlord’s skill was actually not inferior to his!
After fighting for a few moments, although the Warlord was c.u.mbersome, its battle techniques were very skilled. It could be said that there were no flaws, and they did not seem to be inflexible.
Moreover, every attack the Warlord made was accompanied by a huge explosion, which exploded as soon as it came into contact with anything. This was the part that annoyed Garen greatly.
His attack, on the other hand, would cause penetration damage once it made contact, which was to destroy the opponent through vibration.
However, the Warlord’s skin was too thick, and the penetration strength showed no response at all.
The two monsters were entangled and created a battlefield by themselves. No devils nor demons wanted to be involved, and they all fled away.
Looking from afar, one could only see a red giant surrounded by a flying white dragon. Both went on the offensive and the defensive, and from time to time, one would get hurt or the other would be knocked over.
This was the first time Garen had encountered a high-level opponent who was on par with him in terms of skill, and this astounded him.
This Warlord was already the equivalent of the upper Demon Lord level, and his battle techniques were very skillful. Being a veteran in battles, Garen had repeatedly used various ways to try to lure him into advancing, but they were all seen through, and he himself was nearly deceived instead. The other party’s abundant battle experience exceeded that of any individual he had come across. Even Slayer from back then was a far cry from the other party.
“Nagolas!!” The Warlord once again yelled.
Garen did not know what he meant by this, but both sides had been fighting for a long time and had the notion of retreating. He looked at the Warlord’s three small eyes and quickly drew back, pouncing toward other low-level devils.
The Warlord had long been irritated and directly s.h.i.+fted his target, lunging at other demons.
Blood Wars; the biggest meaning of it was not battle, nor the elimination of grudges and hatred.
Instead, it was to deplete the ever-growing huge fecundity of the Abyss and h.e.l.l… So slaughter was the basis of the Blood Wars.
For the Abyss’s and h.e.l.l’s Monarchs, this was actually a circulation process of the internal energy. Because there were too many devils and low-level demons in the Abyss, so every once in a while they would set a time to lessen the population together…
Garen charged into the group of low-level devils, and the red Devil’s Army was like having a drop of white milk dripping into a b.l.o.o.d.y sea, which erupted in an instant.
The platinum shadow flitted around, and Garen’s claws, wings, and Dragon Breath all became a terrific weapon that would kill with just a touch.
There were devils all around. Garen did not know how long he had been slaughtering. He was tirelessly killing, and the continuous supply of energy was expended after being besieged by several dozens of Level Nine-existences. Even with his 180-points of Vitality, he was struggling a little. Feeling slightly depleted, he then slowly pulled back.