The Black Water True Technique in Garen's body was circulating wildly. In the dark space, the Nine-Headed Hydra roared angrily at the sky. The tyrannical aura around its body was like a solid substance of blood, constantly swirling around like boiling magma.
In that instant, Garen's temperament seemed to have completely merged with the spirit of the Ancient Nine-Headed Dragon, becoming indistinguishable from each other. The Nine-Headed Dragon in the darkness roared in joy, and for the first time, it actively cooperated with the Black Water True Technique, speeding up the merging process.
The sixth dragon head quickly merged into Garon's body, the strong dragon heart stirred up a large amount of blood to nourish the merged flesh and bones.
The Nine-Headed Dragon had no intention of resisting, as if Garon was its family. A sense of submission and reverence was emitted from the Nine-Headed Dragon's body. It was as if Garon was the real Overlord of the Swamp in the ancient times.
Under the Nine-Headed Dragon's active cooperation, the merging process became faster and faster, and there was no need for Garon to exert any effort. The Nine-Headed Dragon's core was like a fanatical religious worshipper, taking the initiative to decompose its own flesh and blood, merging it into the Black Water True Technique's cycle. As the merged energy was digested over and over again, it was quickly converted into Garon's own strength.
Garon stood quietly under the shade of the tree, his heart was calm, but there was a trace of domineering spirit lingering around him.
He understood that this was the overlord's will contained in the ancient Nine-Headed Dragon's bloodline genes. It was because he was truly compatible with this will that the core totem, the Nine-Headed Dragon, bowed its head in submission, and was completely willing to merge itself into his body.
In the ancient times, even the birds in the sky would be shaken down by the Overlord of the Swamp. This kind of domineering and fearless will swept through everything, and was the pride of one of the strongest creatures in the ancient times.
The incomplete core totem was still a fake Nine-Headed Dragon after all. In the face of the true ancestor's will, it could only choose to submit.
The villagers in the village far away seemed to have heard the commotion here, and there were already footsteps coming this way.
Garon smiled slightly, and his body turned into a black smoke, disappearing into the forest at the edge of the forest.
Now, with the Nine-Headed Dragon's active cooperation, merging the dragon heads was no longer a big problem, and the time needed was greatly reduced. He estimated that in less than two days, he would be able to completely merge the Nine-Headed Dragon and enter Form Five. After all, the fusion and transformation of the Black Water True Technique required time and could not be accomplished overnight.
That strand of Ancient Nine-Headed Dragon's Overlord Will was surprisingly compatible with him. It was actually showing signs of fusing with his spirit.
However, this was not a problem. The main point was that he could finally see the peak of Form Five clearly.
Phiroth and Cthulhu King, these two had already reached the pinnacle of Form Five, and had accumulated a lot of power over the years. However, Garon could feel that Phiroth's aura seemed to be stronger than the Cthulhu King's.
The strongest King of Daniela in history, his willpower and spirit had already reached the level that Garon had just entered.
The Cthulhu King, on the other hand, was barely able to fight against Phiroth with his countless years of accumulation.
Garon didn't know how to describe this level. If one were to use the words from Earth, it would be to understand one's nature and discover one's true nature in the depths of one's heart. One's soul would be transparent and crystal clear, and one would not be burdened by external things.
At such a realm, one could always unleash one's greatest strength without being affected by any external factors. In fact, under the control of his will, he could even unleash unprecedented power. He would not be threatened or dragged down. Whether he fought or retreated, he would not hesitate.
At this level, his heart was like a bright pearl, and could be divided into several layers. Everything on the outer layer would not affect the inner layer no matter what.
"Who would have thought that there would be someone in this world who could surpass the King of the Century Realm …" Garon sighed in his heart. If Phiroth was already so strong, then what about the even stronger Hellgate?
He suddenly felt lucky, lucky that he came to this great era, and was able to compete with the strongest of this era for everything he wanted.
*****
Three days later.
Under the dim light in the small house.
Hannet was lying on the ground bit by bit, finishing the last line of the tactic formation.
On the floor of the small house, an extremely complicated circular tactic formation was clearly displayed in front of the other person in the house.
This tactical formation seemed to be formed by more than ten tactical formations stacked together. It was only four meters in diameter, but there were thousands of symbols inside. They were so densely packed together that they looked like countless little white worms crawling together.
The candlelight flickered, shining on Hannet's sweaty forehead, reflecting a trace of oil.
"It's finally done." Hannet slowly finished carving the last line, and got up from the ground. "As long as we wait for a thunderstorm to connect to the electromagnetic field in the sky, and with my physique, we can purify the origin, and pull out the Cthulhu King's will from inside."
"What happens after we pull it out? None of us can stop the Cthulhu King's will, even if it's just a trace of his will, it's enough to defeat all of us! "The middle-aged man on the side said in a low voice.
"When that time comes, it will depend on that person." Hannet shook his head, "We are only responsible for pulling out the Cthulhu King's will, the rest is none of our business."
"Then should we inform that person now?" The middle-aged man asked.
Hannet nodded, and sat down on the ground, looking haggard and tired. His eyes were bloodshot, obviously due to a severe lack of rest.
The middle-aged man stood up and helped him up.
"Unfortunately, I can't help."
"It's okay, are Stone and the others here?" Hannet closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.
"I've quickly informed them, they should be able to make it today."
"That's good."
"Since everything is ready, can we begin?" A voice suddenly appeared in the room.
Both of their hearts skipped a beat, although they were mentally prepared, they were still shocked by the voice that suddenly appeared beside them.
"Palace Master Garon, are you sure you want to begin now?"
Hannet quickly calmed down, and asked.
"Of course, how's the preparation for the Cthulhu's Origin?" Garon was still dressed the same as two days ago, grey linen clothes, with a smile on his face, he looked very gentle.
"The preparation work has been completed." Hannet lowered his head, not looking at the other person's unfathomable red eyes. It had only been a few days, but the other person's aura had become much stronger.
"Then let's begin." Garon nodded.
Hannet heard this, walked into the tactic formation, and placed the bottle of Cthulhu's Origin in the center of the formation. He sat cross-legged in the middle of the formation, his palms touching the ground, pressing on the only two empty spots in the formation.
Buzz …
A burst of blue light was emitted from the entire tactic formation, all the lines in the formation turned blue, traces of electricity flowed out from Hannet's body, and into the square formation below.
The Cthulhu's Origin was placed in the center, at this moment, with a crack, the crystal ball suddenly cracked, the pure white mucus Origin inside slowly flowed out, emitting a white light.
The blue light and white light mixed together, the blue light slowly revolving around the white light.
Time passed by, with the white light as the center, the blue light arc gradually formed a two meter wide whirlpool.
Crack!!
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed across the whirlpool, lightning flashed. At the center of the whirlpool, a dark blue bird-shaped shadow rose up.
The blue bird had the body of a peacock, with nine long electric tail feathers on its tail, the tail feathers mixed with the blue light, and the boundary could not be distinguished.
Crack!
Another bolt of lightning flashed, and the shadow of a bird with a human face rose up in the formation again. The human-faced bird was blue all over, its face expressionless, facing the nine-tailed bird from afar.
The nine-tailed bird and the human-faced bird sandwiched the white Cthulhu's Origin in the middle. Two palm-sized shadows floated up and down in the blue and white light, faintly stimulating more and more electric arcs in the blue light, and becoming denser and denser.
The white light liquid in the center also showed signs of becoming clear.
The buzzing vibrations became louder, and the whole house seemed to be shaking.
"Success!!" Hannet's face showed a hint of joy. "When the Origin starts to clear, it's a sign that the purification has begun to succeed!" He said loudly.
Garon, who was standing outside the formation, smiled faintly.
Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps came faintly from outside the house, the footsteps were getting closer and closer, more and more urgent.
Bam!
The house door was slammed open, and a tall silver-eyed youth rushed in.
"Stone, wait!!" The girl's urgent voice came from behind him.
Hannet and Stone were overjoyed, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from their shoulders, and they felt much more relaxed.
With the Form Four Beckstone, the genius of the Terraflor Society, he would definitely be able to make the Black Swamp Palace Lord wary.
To be able to enter Form Four before the age of thirty, and have the powerful Terraflor Society behind him, no matter how arrogant the Black Swamp Palace was, they wouldn't casually make enemies. Ignoring the colossus that was the Terraflor Society.
He and Rockwell got to know each other during the Totem Exchange. At that time, he, Tina, Rockwell and another companion all stood out to testify against a group of bullying totem users. That was how they got to know each other.
After that, they realized that their totem abilities were compatible, and they could form a small team. Thus, they formed a team to complete many missions from the Luminarist Guild, and even formed a small mercenary group.
After that, they went through many trials and tribulations together, and their friendship deepened, and many times they risked their lives to save each other. It could be said that they were friends who had gone through life and death together.
This time, when Hannet heard that Stone was coming, although he said that he didn't want to rely on any external help, he still felt warm inside. The current Beckstone was no longer an ordinary person, and every word and action of his represented the big shots of the Terraflor Society, and was the genius of the new generation who was closest to the Three Heroes.
In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that the Three Heroes' greatest reputation was in establishing the Three Major Territories, and that they had their own natural powers to protect a large number of commoners and nobles, Hannet believed that they might not be as powerful as Stone if they were to compete in terms of personal strength.
Just as the two of them raised their heads to look at Stone and Tina, they realized that Stone and Tina had strange expressions on their faces.
"Garon … Garon …!!" Stone said in a low voice, and slowly called out the name of the person in front of him.
The smiles on Hannet and Tina's faces, which had not yet appeared, gradually disappeared as they heard Stone's low voice. They clearly saw that Beckstone's face was starting to turn pale, and his eyes were filled with extreme nervousness. Including Tina, who was behind him, the two of them seemed … seemed to be terrified.
Hannet's heart sank.
"Is my teacher alright?" Garon turned around to look at the two of them, and asked with a smile.
"Mr. Emin is doing well." Beckstone bowed slightly, and traces of golden totem light flowed around his body at high speed, and the strong aura of a Form Four could explode at any time.
He didn't forget the humiliating results from the two previous times, and the person in front of him had completely become his nightmare. He had been trying his best to improve himself, but every time he recalled the terrible defeat, his heart would turn cold.
The white light in the room became brighter and brighter, and more and more blinding, and a strange aura slowly flowed out from the white Origin.
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