"Another person who wants the Winged God Arm?" Hannet's face darkened, and his hands clenched into fists.
"Nine-Headed Demon Dragon Garen, Black Swamp Palace Master, one of the Big Four of the Kovitan Empire. His strength is ferocious, and in order to pursue power, his family did not hesitate to use humans as live experiments. This matter is known to almost everyone in Kovitan. Garen himself had even massacred thousands of people in a single day in order to consolidate his power and position, causing blood to flow like a river. No one in the entire Kingdom wants to provoke this madman. "The middle-aged man explained." The Cthulhuism Society should be having a headache now that they have provoked such a vicious person. This will lessen the pressure on us. "
"This Garon is also a dangerous person. He is powerful, and it will be dangerous for us to work with him." Hannet recalled what happened that day in the Ancestral God Grounds, and quickly classified Garon as an extremely dangerous person.
"It's okay, the Nine-Headed Hydra is only at the peak of Form Four. Stone and the others will rush over, and we have a Form Four master as well. We can completely contain Garon. We can work with each other and get what we need. "The middle-aged man seemed to have arranged everything. "This time, I found out a big secret of the Cthulhuism Society."
"Oh?"
"Recently, most of their masters have been recalled. On the surface, it looks like they are fighting with the Royal Family of Daniela, but in reality, they found a brand new ancient ruin. This ruin is even related to the Cthulhu King's Origin. "
Looking at Hannet's squinting eyes, the middle-aged man said seriously, "What I mean is, while the Cthulhuism Society is focused on the ruin, we can tell this news to the Royal Alliance of Luminarists. When the two sides start fighting, we can take the opportunity to sneak into the Ancestral God Grounds and inherit the Ancestral God's power."
"Phiroth is always guarding the Ancestral God Pillars, this plan won't succeed, right?"
"Of course … Who is it!!" The middle-aged man suddenly realized something was wrong. The two of them jumped up. One of them had blue electric arcs on his body, while the other had red tactic runes all over his body, as if he was covered in red lumps.
The two of them suddenly realized that in the tightly shut room, there was an extra figure.
This person sat cross-legged beside the two of them, and looked like he was listening carefully.
Hannet had goosebumps all over his body. The person in front of him was even more dangerous than the current Thunder God, Havana, who had taken away his power. Even in the Ancestral God Grounds, he had never felt such a creepy feeling before.
The two of them were most proud of their concealment ability, but they didn't expect that someone would sneak up on them without them noticing.
The figure sat cross-legged on the ground, wearing simple gray linen clothes. His golden hair was soft and smooth, like tassels, and on his handsome and fair face, there were three red marks between his eyebrows.
When Hannet saw the three red marks, he vaguely guessed the person's identity.
"To think that the great Black Swamp Palace Master Garon would learn from those sneaky people and sneak into other people's homes."
"Those are just false reputations." The other party smiled. His handsome face gave people a dangerous and dazzling feeling. "If I want to, then I'll do it. Overestimating some things will make life very tiring. "
Hannet and the other person were on high alert. When they were in the Ancestral God Grounds, he didn't know who this young man was, and what his identity was. But after his uncle's reminder, Hannet knew how dangerous the man in front of him was. To be able to kill thousands of people without batting an eyelid, such a strong person, even if he wasn't a hero, must be an overlord.
Although Hannet saw that the Cthulhu King's attack was blocked by Garon, he didn't experience it for himself, so he didn't know how strong Garon was.
Until now, when the other person slowly emitted a needle-like killing intent, he finally understood that his previous evaluation of this person was still too low.
"I wonder what orders Palace Master Garon has for a poor kid like me?" Hannet calmed down. The various hardships he had experienced and the memories he had awakened from his previous life allowed him to quickly calm down.
Looking at Hannet and the other person, Garon's long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly.
"I say, little guy, don't tell me you've forgotten our promise? You're the one who gave me this address. "
"It's me." The middle-aged man suddenly spoke from the side. His forehead was already covered in cold sweat, and under the influence of Garon's aura, his legs were trembling, and he was actually faintly unable to hold on.
"It's the address I sent you."
The middle-aged man gathered his courage.
"Sir Garon, we have a common enemy, the Cthulhuism Society, and the enemy of my enemy is my friend …"
His voice stopped abruptly.
The middle-aged man only saw Garon glance at him, and suddenly felt as if he was in a dream, and an extremely strong sense of fear surged from his heart. His legs fell to the ground. His eyes were lifeless, and his body was covered in sweat, and he couldn't speak anymore.
Unlike Hannet, he was only a form one totem user, and his core totem only had one ability, and that was to hide. Under the suppression of Garon's aura, his courage instantly disappeared, and he was on the verge of breaking down.
Garon snorted coldly, a little ant actually dared to dream of being on the same level as him, a giant dragon would never associate with trash that wasn't even as good as food. The ratio of both sides working together was not even on the same level. Only Hannet, the previous Thunder God, who had a special physique, could catch his eye.
"Uncle!" Hannet's eyes flashed with shock and anger.
"Don't worry, I just want him to calm down for a while." Garon said nonchalantly. This experienced old man was obviously much harder to fool than the previous Thunder God in front of him, so it was better to let him calm down first.
"What do you want to do?!" Hannet stood in the same spot, not daring to move. Only when he faced the opponent's suppression directly, did he feel the terror of this person. The surrounding air seemed to have an endless pressure that kept squeezing him, and the blood in his body seemed to be boiling, flowing faster and faster, hotter and hotter. He was more courageous than others, and kept standing, facing Garon directly.
Garon finally smiled.
"What I want to do is very simple." He flipped his hand, and a fist-sized crystal ball appeared in his palm. The ball was crystal clear, and unusually beautiful. Just this ball alone could probably be sold for a sky-high price of tens of thousands of rumbs on the market.
But Hannet's gaze was now completely attracted to the thing inside the ball.
"Cthulhu's Origin!!??" He couldn't help but exclaim.
"Oh? So you do know. "Garon's lips curled into a satisfied smile. "The real Thunder God's Body is a forbidden body, a purifying body. Now you know what I want you to do for me? "
Hannet's face was slightly pale.
"You're crazy!! To purify the Cthulhu's Origin, you have to completely defeat the Cthulhu King's will! No one can do it! No one! " He suddenly remembered how he was forced by the Cthulhu King in his previous life, and how he was forced into a desperate situation where he almost died. That blood red figure was an undefeatable nightmare. Even now, he would occasionally dream of that terrifying figure, and that suffocating pressure.
"You just have to do as I say." The smile in Garon's eyes instantly disappeared. A thick and terrifying pressure instantly spread out, pressing down on Hannet's body.
Crack crack …
Hannet used all his strength to support his knees, not letting himself fall to the ground. Under the pressure of the two forces, the bones in his knees cracked faintly.
"I saved your life back then, as a person of basic integrity, shouldn't you repay me?" The corner of Garen's mouth was still smiling, but his eyes were extremely cold, giving people a sense of contradiction and terror.
Hannet's sweat was like a small stream, exaggeratedly flowing down from his temples, gathering at his chin, and dripping to the ground.
"Remember, I'll give this Cthulhu's Origin to you. How much time do you need to prepare? "
"Three … Three days!" Hannet knew that if he didn't agree, both of them would die here today. He clenched his teeth, and forced out a few words.
"Three days later, I'll come and find you again." Before he finished speaking, the figure in the room instantly disappeared.
The pressure just now was like a dream, disappearing in an instant.
Poof!
Hannet suddenly sat down on the ground, his underwear completely soaked. It was as if he was fished out of water.
"Three days later, Beckstone and the others will be here, by then they will definitely be able to restrain that guy." The more he thought about it, the more terrified he felt. That strange pressure, was something that only the blood red figure had. And Garon had already comprehended it to this extent at Form Four.
This discovery made him feel a deep sense of fear from the depths of his heart. He, who had never chosen to rely on the strength of his companions, for the first time strongly hoped that Beckstone would come quickly.
As a prodigy of the Terraflor Society, Beckstone's talent was the most terrifying acceleration of evolution, he would definitely be able to resist the opponent's pressure!
*****
In a secluded corner outside the house, Garon lazily laid under the shade of a large tree, using his hands as a pillow, crossed behind his head. The afternoon sun shone on his body, bringing a soft but not scorching warmth.
A light breeze brushed past his face, bringing with it the faint fragrance of wildflowers. Occasionally, small butterflies and bees would fly past him.
Looking up through the gaps between the leaves, he could see the blue sky, as if it was the finest blue jade.
How long had it been since he last felt this comfortable?
Garon calculated in his heart, he couldn't remember how long it had been since he last felt this relaxed.
These three days would be a rare time for him to rest, other than the three hours he spent fusing with the dragon's head, the rest of the time was completely free. It was a good time to completely relax his body and mind, and adjust his condition for the upcoming battle.
Last time, Hannet ran away without a word, which made him unhappy, and this time he gave him a hard time. The suppression of auras and the suppression of totems were two completely different concepts.
Putting aside the difference in quality, aura suppression suppressed a person's body and mind at the same time. If a high level aura suppressed a low level aura, it was completely possible to completely crush the opponent's martial arts heart.
After all, the fusion of auras involved willpower, it was the combination of spirit, energy and spirit. And when auras were used on a normal person without aura, the effect was even more obvious. It was like the suppression of a tiger on a rabbit, this was the suppression of an innate subconscious, just looking at it would make one tremble and fall into fear. Not to mention resisting.
The human body's instinctive reaction to danger was often beneficial, but when faced with auras, it had a detrimental effect. It would stiffen a living being's body, making them unable to move, and their entire body would be in a state of extreme nervousness and alertness, causing the consumption to be too great. There was no need for the opponent to make a move, just the scare alone was enough to scare a person to death. Even if a hero could withstand it, they would be exhausted due to the huge consumption of their body's instincts.
This was the terror of auras, a dangerous technique that relied on a living being's instincts to create.
After Garon's body started to produce the power of the fusion of Qi, blood and totem light, his aura could be used again, and the degree of use was much stronger than when he was at his peak.
This type of aura could actually ignore the defense of totem light, and directly affect the human body. This made Garon slightly happy, although he had already expected it, but when he actually received such a beneficial change, he still felt happy.
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