Chapter 348: Left 2
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"Sir?" Maxn and Edney were ready to unsheathe their swords to kill. They had long been displeased with this group of unscrupulous waste.
"Let them go," Vanderman Insisted, "After all, they were trapped here because of me. It’s natural to bear some grudges."
Garen got irritated; these aristocrats were really baffling. Even after he showed such a powerful attack, these people still dared to talk nonsense in front of him, thinking he wouldn’t dare vite the imperialws openly. Do they not know that there was such thing as an assassination? Did they think thew was omnipotent?
Perhaps it was the same most of the time on Earth, but in such troubled times, the fledglings that had lived in peaceful areas all their lives, without experiencing the brutality of war in the outside world.
After being urged by Vanderman, the group soon went underground under Maxn’s watch. Hathaway and Andel then went down, with the protection from Edney.
Thest ones at the manor were Vanderman and Garen, while Du Qian was escorting the people safely through the passageway.
Garen gathered all his totems together and surrounded them.
As he had hinted, the newborn beetles on the periphery quickly spread and began searching in all directions for the aristocrats’panions, whom they had imed to be left behind.
"Cia" Vanderman stood softly on the edge of the passage, the green light surrounding him got stronger and stronger.
He carefully took out a goose-egg-sized oval-shaped ball and he handed it to Garen.
"This one is for you, this is the Green Vine Sphere, the ultimate weapon that I had originally developed for our lineage. Unfortunately, you can not use it now."
Garen took the ball. The ball’s body was green and ck, its surface seemingly glowing with a faint gleam of green.
"Green Vine Sphere is the core culmination of my life’s work, it can continue to synthesize spore-like seeds, attaching onto other people and absorb that person’s strength and power to grow. When it reaches a growth threshold, it will be living body armor. The point is, thisyer of armor can equip regr people with the properties of the Totem’s Light. " Venderman exined simply.
With his Green Vine Sphere out, his had a defeated look on his face.
"This is the main breeder of the family, and you have to nt it on your own body. As to the choice of nurturing it, to provide it with nutrients to grow, that will all depend on yourself. But you have to remember, this is the main body that controls all the other spores. You must haveplete control over it.Only by controlling it you can muster an army full of powerful creatures! Of course, the strength of the armor would depend on the person being leeched ... "
He told Garen about the characteristics of the sphere slowly.
Garen now realized why the Obscuro Society want to seize the fruits of his research. Such an item can make the overall strength of the entire force even higher, far more than a form 3 totem user or Spiritualization Totem User could.
"... and in addition, some of the research records of my experiments, and some academic materials I used were ced here." Vanderman once again took out a small red key. "Go to the Imperial Kingdom, this key can open the basement of the manor I live in. If you are not interested, burn them."
"Plus, I still have an old friend who might be able to take care of you."
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Garen sat in the wagon, quietly fiddling with the red key in his hand.
Angel sighed and sat across from him, looking fairly worse for wear. The wound on her right shoulder was carefully bandaged by L.
"I heard about your family. Do you think I should call you Garen, or Acacia?"
"It’s still Garen. I’m the head of Trejons now, I have the right to change my name," Garen said quietly.
He looked out of the window. In the direction of the manor, a glimmer of green shone against a giant chimpanzee behemoth. This huge behemoth was a full 20 meters in height, but it seemed to have no special ability and was also slow in movement. It pounded one and on, but its fist waspletely blocked by a green film of light.
Aouhhh! !
A few punches could not break through the green egg shell-thick film. The gori raged with a ferocious roar after lifting its head.
The echo of the roar caused severe vibrations surrounding it, even as far as clearly reaching the carriage some tens of kilometers away.
"What the hell is that creature?" Angel saw the calm look on Garen’s face, which remained so, as if he had long been aware of the situation revolving the creature.
"The war behemoth." Calon coldly replied, "It is onlyrge in size, but its actions are very slow. It’s also very difficult to control, only useful in sieges as it is almost equivalent to the existence of a siege vehicle. What is worth noting is that it is apanied by Elite Guardian Unit. "
"Elite Guardian Unit?"
"Well, it’s a squad that specializes in protecting war beasts from being killed in closebat. ording to rank, a war behemoth should have a lieutenant-led Guardian unit present." Garen squinted his eyes slightly.
Speaking of which, Garen thought of Vanderman, who was still in the manor. Viscount knew that death was near, and as Garen and the rest entered the passageway, he sealed the entrance to face the advent of the enemy alone.
A general, who would typically possess two Form 3 totems or more, not to mention the other unit members, Garen’s totem was seriously injured this time. It simply couldn’t endure any more attacks. In case the white-robed man from Terraflor Society had in fact not left and was waiting for the right opportunity, and if both sides shed again, the result will be very unfavorable. The opponent was targeting Vanderman. Without someone dying him, there definitely would not be an escape.
"Sister Du Qian!"
"Sir Du Qian!"
A few anxious shouts were heard from afar.
Garen quickly jumped out of the carriage, he looked back only to see a green silhouette.
"Sorry Young Master, I need to apany Master." A voice which hadn’t dissipated said.
Garen stood still and did not chase her. He knew Du Qian has been living for Vanderman. Her love for him was far too deep. From when they left, he had expected that Du Qian would not leave the manor so easily.
Maxn and Hathaway gave chase, but to no avail, and they soon came back helplessly. When Garen looked at them, Hathaway shook her head and did not utter a word.
"Forget it, let’s get back on our journey." Garen fell silent for a while, then said. "All aboard the car!"
Hathaway was unwilling, but she did not protest.
The rest of the people who were outside the carriage also saved their words; as the new head of Trejons, his words werew.
A boom cracked skies above them soon after everyone re-embarked and rushed ahead.
The strong explosion was followed by a cloud of ck smoke rising into the sky.
Garen sat in the carriage. He knew it was thest he would see of Vanderman, and although there was not much of a sense of belonging to the father he had called Vanderman, he still felt lonely inside.
Vanderman himself was a contradiction. He had yed multiple roles; a kind father and a host, a ruthless aristocrat, and scientist, and the martyr who had given everything for his dreams and vows.
The team was crowded with a more than 20 people inside, quickly fleeing the Trejons Manor. From the rear, they followed the bank of ck Swan Lake and head towards deeper into the Kovitan Empire.
"What’s your n?" Angel asked from opposite Garen.
Garon exhaled lightly.
What’s next was not within his initial n, but Obscuro and Terraflor Society will not let go of his parasitic breeder. Trouble will automaticallye to their doorstep.
"Let’s go to the capital," he whispered. "It is said that the Twelve Princesses were supposed toe, and it is certainly impossible toe back now."
"I’ve got some intel too." Angel drank the coffee L served quickly. "Going from this direction, we will soon reach the defensive checkpoint of the West Farm Border of Kovitan Empire, a defensive line carefully built by the Royal Alliance, apletely safe area for human beings. That area is much better guarded, and I would also be able to contact the war guild using my letter of introduction from Iron Tank City Branch President. "
"Not bad..."
"I heard that there were a total of threerge regiments at Kovitan’s West Farm borders; the Hawks of Dawn, the Third Heavy Armor Regiment and the Navy g. The three regiments each upy three strongholds, and from here."
Angel took out a map, pushed away the coffee, and opened the map on the desk.
Three positions have been marked separately, simr to the points of a triangle. They were disyed on a map of Kovitan that looked like arge cookie. Just on the lower left corner of the map area was the edge of the Green Lush District, which immediately led into the nearby location of the province of Vesice.
"Regiments? Domoner forces have any effect?" Gallon doubted.
"No, it’s allprised of totem users from what I’ve heard from the totem users that came to the Manor from the capital." The Baddeck Empire in the southwest was exterminated, and arge number of surviving citizens of Baddeck poured into Kovitan. Among them, a lot of totem users from Baddeck joined the Kovitan Army out of spite." Angel shook her head," Even the moderately sized Baddek Empire got wiped out. Obscuro Society and these monsters are really cruel."
Garen fell silent.
He first looked under his own attribute pane.
’Strength 6.66. Agile 2.72. Vitality 2.82. Intellect 2.53. Potential 17221%. ’
He previously umted more than two hundred potential points, but he spent more due to the evolution of two Petrifying White Dragons, and now was left with 172 points. Evolving the Petrifying White Dragon into a form 3 totem was a very economical proposition.
Unfortunately, he can no longer continue its evolution.
Garon had some regrets.
This time, in order to deal with the dangers he might encounter, he had decisively evolved two Petrifying Lizards, grew them to Petrifying White Dragons. He had three Petrifying White Dragons and a Dual-Headed Smander, yet he barely suppressed Beckstone. His hidden trump card, the monstrous monster’s grip, also allowed him to endure the final ambush.
The monster grip had a substantial defense against totem light defenses, if this were any other totem user, perhaps this would be a normal trump card, only effective when the enemy came near.
But for Garen, the characteristic that weakened totems was simplyplimentary to him.
As a Secret Technique Master, the totem’s light was his greatest obstacle, and now with a substantial reduction of this obstruction, his Secret Techniques finally were of some use.
Removing the totem light and totem user, the only threat left were strong ontology and special abilities.
It can be said that the monster grip gave him an important opportunity to pick up Secret Techniques again.
Garen recalled what happened when he transmigrated to this world.
Smoky pots, volcanoes, Endorian civilizations and more civilizations, city monsters.
Everything seems to be making clear that this world had a different general connection to the previous world.