Mystical Journey

Rod nodded in understanding.

"This is indeed a very good choice. However…" He raised his head and met his brother’s blue-black eyes. "However, after I saw that Nighthawk King with my eyes, I felt something very strange, he rushed into the White Phoenix’s base all by himself, and utterly destroyed the whole place within a dozen or so minutes, even a wall of alloy a dozen centimeters thick could not stop him… But that was not the scariest part, the scariest part is that calm and controlled air of his. It was because of that air that I chose him over the Primary Colors."

The blonde man frowned, "Rod, I always thought you were a logical person."

"Listen to me, Brother." Rod raised his voice, "The relationship between the Primary Colors and ourselves will not improve due to something like the Nighthawks alone, neither will it turn for the worse. The competition between groups cannot be decided so simply, forget the Nighthawks, even the entire White Phoenix is nothing more than an experimental company to the Primary Colors, their losses are just the losses of one faction."

"You are ever so childish." The blonde man looked condescending, "Following your emotions and making a choice on an impulse, do you think you won’t incur losses like that?"

He picked up the glass and sipped some of the dark blue wine gracefully, then he put it back down.

"The Nonia Airport Project, the Brazilian resources negotiation, the Morpheus incident last time. I always have hopes and expectations for you, Rod, but you disappoint me time and again."

Rod’s face instantly flushed red.

"This time is different, I guarantee that!" He immediately remembered Garen’s mysterious figure, as though he was in control of everything. The matters that his older brother mentioned were all his past failures. But this time was truly different, that feeling… that strange feeling…

"That’s enough." The blonde man closed his eyes, "You must understand, I don’t have all the say in the group either, although the resources you sent back this time were considerable, to ask us to officially make enemies of the Primary Colors on that alone… I can tolerate your impulsiveness, but the others will not."

He paused, "Grow up, go and learn something for real, don’t always mix with those trashy parasites." He looked at Rod solemnly, "You are my, Parolan’s brother, remember that. You are not young anymore."

He stood up after saying that, walking away from his seat and towards the door at the side.

"I won’t support you anymore in this matter, consider this a lesson. Failure is not scary, the scary thing is being unable to learn anything from it."

"But Brother…" Rod stood up abruptly.

The man waved his hand, saying nothing more, and quickly vanished down the side door.

Rod’s expression was twisted, but there was still an indomitable spirit in his eyes.

He’s always like this, since they were young, always like this! There was an unknown impulse in his heart, something he could not name.

"Since you won’t support me, I’ll do it myself!"

It was not as though he had only been messing around these past few years, he had also accumulated some foundations and connections of his own, and as Parolan’s younger brother, naturally many people in the group were willing to give him face.

This was not only an acknowledgment of his own opinion, it was also an opportunity for him to truly prove himself in front of his brother!

He hesitated for a moment, and instantly took out his handphone, quickly dialing a number.

"Is that Sally? Get Seasnake out there, the mission on that side is temporarily on hold, and Seal as well, all of them move! Let’s show the Nighthawks we mean it!"

After a pause, "Also, just stop the drilling at the oil plant, and pull out all our funds. Find a seller and sell it off, use the price we estimated before, and do it as soon as possible, a little bit of loss is fine." This was his heaviest investment, resisting the almost physical pain he felt from it, Rod clenched his teeth. If he wanted to settle this matter, he would need a considerable sum in funds. The oil plant plan held all of the funds he had collected over the years, but if he wanted to settle this, and without his brother’s support, he had no choice but to mobilize everything he had.

"But… if we pull back our funds now, we will incur heavy losses. We’ve been doing this for so long, and invested so much money into it, as soon as we get the oil…" There was hesitation on the other side.

"Obey my orders!"

"...Very well."

Without his brother’s support, it would be impossible to get the Sleepless Faces from inside the group without sufficient funds.

Putting down his phone, Rod’s expression held an unprecedented determination.

"I will show you, that I am no longer than useless Rod from before…"

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The setting sun emitted a red glow, like a huge scarlet ball, half of its mass peeking above the horizon.

The top of the rolling stone hills was dyed with a pretty red color, reflected on the surface of the lake beside it. The hills were all bald, covered with stone and soil, not a tree to be seen. There were rolling green fields between the bottom of the mountains and the water, under the shadow of the hills in the sunlight, their original lush green looked slightly dark.

A blonde man dressed completely in white walked in the shadowed fields quietly, he had handsome features and a steady but sharp aura. It was Garen, who had just arrived in Berlin.

He raised his head to look into the distance, there were also fields and mountaintops beyond the lake, and again, the top half of these mountains was dyed red in the twilight.

"Where is this?" He frowned deeply, the fields he was treading underfoot felt wet and damp. Looking down, he saw that he was somehow barefoot, treading on the grass without shoes.

"Black Sethe?" he asked quietly. There was no response.

Walking to the lakeside, he crouched down and scooped up some water with his palm. The water was warm, and he could even see some small fish staring up at him curiously through the water.

"We meet again." A familiar voice suddenly came from behind Garen.

"Nadia!" He stood up abruptly, turning around, and saw that a young girl had appeared on the grassy field without him noticing.

The girl was wearing a familiar mask, one half crying and the other half smiling, her long black hair was silky and smooth, drifting slightly to the left in the wind. She wore a short black skirt like a normal girl, black tights, black shoes, a black top, only her undergarments seemed to show a hint of white.

Her pitch-black attire formed a stark contrast with her shining white skin. Her slender figure seemed even more sleek and pure against that long hair.

But no matter how she looked, that strange male voice allowed Garen to immediately identify her as the Nine-Headed Dragon King Nadia.

"The vector is approaching even more rapidly…" Garen stared at her.

"Very soon, I will be here very soon." Nadia’s voice under the mask grew deeper.

Garen did not reply, this was not the first time the two of them crossed swords, both of them more or less understood the other’s character, there was no need for nonsense.

Garen’s hands abruptly tapped the pressure points on his own chest.

His body expanded as though inflated with air, and glowed slightly with a strange black metallic sheen.

Of the Seven Star Life's Secret Points, he instantly went from the first to the fourth star.

Whoosh!

A current erupted around him, blowing all the grass around him into prostration.

On the other side, Nadia directly whipped out two sharp silver thorns, putting her hands together, the two thorns rapidly expanded and extended, somehow turning into a huge sword, three meters long. The blade and hilt were three meters together, and made her figure, that was less than 170cm, seem even more petite, while making the weapon seem even heavier and larger.

With a whoosh, the blade swept into a large silver circle, pointing at the ground diagonally, and every bit of land or grass that touched the blade seemed to be cut in half with scissors, instantly snapping into two.

The white shadow flashed.

Clang!!!!

Garen gripped the large blade with both hands, his body tilting and turning, moving his hands so that he could grip and overturn the blade, but he instantly felt his hands empty, the blade pulling away.

"Ominous Space Path!" Nadia roared suddenly.

Garen closed his eyes, his arms grabbing abruptly towards the front. He felt a sudden pain in his face and shoulder, but his hands also grabbed Nadia’s shoulders.

The fourth star’s terrifying power grabbed onto his opponent’s shoulder blades so hard they cracked.

"Die!!"

He howled, and put his hands together suddenly.

Bam!!

His palms crashed into each other fiercely, but all he had left in his hands was a black shirt.

Opening his eyes, he saw Nadia wearing her white undergarment, landing lightly on an empty space more than ten meters away with the long sword in her hand.

Garen touched his cheek, there was a tiny scratch there that hurt slightly, but it was also in the midst of healing rapidly. After the fourth star was activated, his recovery power had also reached such a high level.

He moved his hands about a bit. Garen raised his arms straight to shoulder height, countless currents slowly gathering in his hands.

"These past few days, I’ve always been thinking about that martial arts you used back then." He put down his arms, the vapor gathering in his palms, forming two white whirlpools.

"Perhaps I cannot reach the level you spoke of, but I have obtained something as well."

Boom!!

A spray of soil and grass exploded underneath his feet, revealing a huge crater. He seemed to become an after-image, appearing in front of Nadia as though he had teleported there.

"Cloud Dragons!!"

There were several white dragons made of cloud vapor twining around his palms and arms, a terrifying power coursing through Garen’s large body, his palms crashed mercilessly into the huge blade.

The moment when his palms met the blade, an invisible soundwave erupted, and the terrifyingly high-frequency tremors began to rapidly take apart the materials making up the blade in the blink of an eye.

Crack… Boom!

The large blade exploded and broke as Nadia watched on in shock.

Roar!!

The nine white Cloud Dragons on Garen’s arms roared as they rushed at Nadia, these Cloud Dragons were completely white, but strangely their eyes were all pure blue, a blue so pure it seemed to shine from within their bodies.

Half of the blade spun over Nadia’s shoulder, crashing into the mountain behind instantly, and exploded in a mist of red.

The dragon figures quickly rushed at her face and eyes.

"Split!" Nadia abruptly roared into the sky, her loud voice echoed with the terrifying roars of the Nine-Headed Dragon, and nine horrifying dragon shadows appearing behind her. They snaked towards the white Cloud Dragons.