Mystical Journey

He could clearly remember. The first place that Hellgate went after his awakening was the Ancestral God Grounds.

By obtaining Cthulhu’s Origin, he had already achieved his purpose; here was no point in remaining here. Next, he had to find the previous Thunder God, Hannet, to filter Cthulhu’s will. If not, he couldn’t use the Cthulhu’s Origin on hand.

Having the advantage as the King of the Century, once Garen entered fifth form, his battle ability would instantly hit its peak; on par with Phiroth and the Cthulhu King. He had already trained his martial arts to a complete level, totally different from the rest of the fifth forms who had to start their martial arts training from scratch. This was his advantage.

However, the key factor was the lack of potential of the Nine-Headed Hydra. By level, he could only achieve lower fifth form, which is the beginning of fifth form. It was impossible for him to continue progressing. Due to the limits of the Nine-Headed Hydra’s genes, nothing could be changed.

Even though his strong battling ability could imitate a peak fifth form, it was only due to his martial arts, which far exceeded others.

After Hellgate’s awakening, the president of the Elder Council, an experienced, peak fifth form also perished by his hand. Moreover, Hellgate achieved victory without suffering any injuries. According to the original history, no one could withstand the Obscuro’s progress, not until long after the big battle, when the The Great Heroes slowly rose up. Only after using the strength of an ancient tactic to gather everyone’s strength, they managed to severely injure Hellgate. Only with that in addition to Beckstone’s sneak attack did they then managed to defeat the strongest totem user in history. However, this battle caused huge losses to all the elite forces in the totem world. A great deal of heirlooms were lost, and the totem civilization dropped to its lowest point. Instead, it was the technological civilization. They gradually grew stronger through their confrontation with monsters.

"Whatever the case, let me enter fifth form first. Only then I would be qualified to have a space in the East Continent’s chessboard. If not, once Hellgate awakens…" Garen was clear.

Bang!!

Suddenly, the sound of an explosion came from a distance.

Currently, the population in the East Continent had been vastly reduced. Monsters had also slowly gathered together after being recruited and controlled by the Nest Kings. As a result, the situation was much more peaceful than before. Still, only strong totem users dared to walk around in the wild.The outliers were the chaotic beasts that do not follow orders.

Garen slowly retrieved his protective poisonous fog, and started to change position again.

Very quickly, he found another drain. He sat tightly on the mountain walls and started to operate the Black Water True Technique.

Out of his expectations, another sound came from the distance. Messy footsteps could be heard. It was obvious someone was quickly approaching him.

Garen furrowed his brows. Once could be a coincidence, but not twice. The other party seemed to be headed straight for him.

Even if he used the Black Water True Technique with all his might in addition to the Troll Grip and his various battle technique, he could barely be on par with a medium-level fifth form. If he met a true medium-level fifth form, he definitely had to flee. In his two indirect fights with the Cthulhu King, he clearly understood that although he would be on par with a medium-level fifth form if he fought with all his might, this was a key period to fuse with the dragon heads. He could not be emotionally or physically affected.

The last time he was almost hit by the Cthulhu King from a distance, it wasted all his previous efforts. Hence, in actual fact, he was weaker than a medium-level fifth form.

"I’ve already given the secrets of Cthulhu’s Origin to Phiroth, Scylla and the rest. They should be currently busy giving the Cthulhuism Society trouble. How would they have remaining strength to pursue me?" Garen was curious.

Without further hesitation, he changed his location again.

This time he went slightly further.

Very quickly, not more than ten minutes, the sound came closer again. This time, Garen was sure that the other party had a way to track himself. He stayed still on the ground, waiting for the other party to approach. He wanted to investigate who was the person.

The dense steps quickly approached.

In the sea of bamboo in the distance, more than ten masked men and women in tight red clothing were carrying a beautifully decorated seat.

On the red seat was a black-haired man in a red dress.

Garen was mildly surprised. After another careful look, it was indeed a man in a red dress.

His mouth was covered in pink lipstick and his eyes were drawn with eye shadow while holding a white feather fan in his hand. From time to time, his eyes would flicker.

It would be better if this person was a metrosexual beauty, but based on the light beard marks on his chin and the squarish shape of his face, he was clearly a majestic man. He had a strong body yet still let out a charming winking gesture.

Garen felt sick in his stomach. Suddenly, he thought of one of the eighteen Cthulhus of the Cthulhuism Society. His description exactly matched the appearance of this person.

"Flower God… It should be him." Garen looked from afar. The other party seemed to notice him. He flapped his fan and winked at him.

Garen’s expression did not change. He suppressed his discomfort and quietly waited for the arrival of the other party.

Other than this group, there were no other elites worthy of attention, except the Flower God. Even the Flower God was one of the tail-ranked Cthulhus. He was only a fourth form. For him to come here alone, there must be a reason.

After a while, Flower God’s party quickly arrived before the crossed legged Garen.

As they slowly put down the seat, the Flower God twisted his thick waist, got up from his seat and stood on the green grassy plains. He looked interestingly at Garen, who didn’t bother about him at all.

"People always speak about the brutal ferocity of Nine-Headed Hydra Garen. As long as it was an enemy, he wouldn’t spare their lives. Not even beauties of the land would be spared. Now, it just seems like they do not know how to appreciate him."

Garen’s eye twitched. His intuition told him that if he allowed this person to continue, the situation would be heading in a weird direction.

"The Flower God comes here to look for me. What’s the matter?" He directly asked.

"What’s the matter?" The Flower God covered his mouth with his white fan and laughed ‘adorably’. "As one of the Chulhus, spending so much time to look for you, what do you think is the matter?"

"Do you think you have the ability to defeat me?" Garen let out a disdained smile.

"You did not attack me at once. Are you mesmerized by my beauty?" Flower God vainly took out a small mirror and looked at his appearance.

"Even with my handsome looks, I wouldn’t dare to speak like that!" Garen couldn’t hold himself in any longer. As he uttered those words, he felt something was wrong.

Under normal circumstances, he would never speak this way.

After making the connection to the previous incident with his previous murderous intent, Garen could roughly guess why.

The Nine-Headed Hydra’s nature was finally starting to affect his subconscious. He hadn’t forgotten that a Lord-level living being would naturally be as vain as one. All this while, since these effects were not obvious, he hadn’t taken it to heart. He never thought that the effects would be so subtle.

As he said those words, Garen knew something was wrong. His eyes widened.

Sure enough, the Flower God opened his ‘small mouth’, and looked at Garen in shock. It was as if he had found a true friend.

"I thought that other than I, nobody in the world could reach such a level of admiration and infatuation towards himself. I never thought that I would meet someone like you!" He seemed a little excited. His cheeks were flushed as he looked at Garen with affection.

"No wonder why you were so familiar. Looking at it now, only beautiful people like us are the perfect couple!"

The pores all over Garen’s body stood up. He tried his best to suppress the disgust in him.

"I don’t think we are a good match. If you don’t leave now, don't blame me if things get ugly." For an opponent like this, he had no interest to take action. He felt disgusted to even go any closer to him.

As he finished speaking, he kicked with his legs and his whole body floated backwards. He was surrounded by the corrosive poisonous fog as he flew away.

Garen stood still on the ground with an excited look.

"You cannot run. There is no one in this world for me but you…."

Before he finished speaking and his words were still echoing in the woods, the dress on Flower God’s body flew up and became a red rotating cloud.

Sheeeshhh!!

The red cloud descended and instantly appeared before Garen, becoming a red umbrella.

As the red umbrella rotated, a rain of white flower petals fell from the sky.

The umbrella exposed a charming, enchanting fair face. It was actually an indescribably perfect girl’s face!!

The same red dress, same demeanor, same gaze and also the same totem light!!

Shockingly, it was the Flower God!

"God Flower, capture the king!!" As the Flower God pointed, her slender jade-white fingers headed towards Garen.

It was as if the surroundings were spinning. The bamboo forest gradually disappeared and became countless green light arcs. The surroundings became a blur and nothing could be seen clearly.

"Even a lowly fourth form dares to act!" Garen’s expression was cold. He single-handedly leapt forward to meet Flower God head on.

Dang!!

Their fingers met and let out a metal clashing sound. Their totem light collided, splashing out large amounts of broken light dots. The red and black dots were like elvish rain, circulating around the two people. This forced all of the Flower God’s servants to retreat.

Garen lightly blocked his opponents sharp fingers. Then he reached down with his right hand, intending to tear the Flower God’s head apart.

Suddenly, he felt pity towards the Flower God’s perfect beauty. His heart involuntarily paused for a moment. A trace of pity an affection arose from his heart.

Due to this hesitation, Flower God took the opportunity to leap back. As the red umbrella swiveled, her graceful figure was portrayed and fragrance filled the surrounding air. Combined with the lively green bamboo forest around, it gave off an illusion of perfection.

"Sure enough. Lord Garen talks tough, but has a soft heart." Flower God let out an adorable laugh.

"You’re thinking too much!" Garen’s expression grew cold. He suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and raised his left palm. Countless black water vapor dots gathered in his palm, quickly forming a black water sphere.

As the water ball rotated in his palm, a moving black dragon shadow could faintly be seen within.

With a crash, the ball instantly split to form a water vapor whirlpool. Garen inserted his right hand into the whirlpool.

Sheeshhh!!

A black whirlpool appeared in the air behind Flower God. A white large hand came out from the middle. Its fingers as sharp as knives and its fingernails were as red as a dragon head. It fiercely bit at the back of Flower God’s head.

Ahhh!!

Flower God let out a cry and fell to the ground. Coincidentally, the shoulder region of her red dress was torn open, revealing a jade-like shoulder.

Garen’s heart skipped a beat. He instantly felt dry in his heart. Even closing his eyes had no effect.