Mystical Journey Chapter 1144 - Plot 2

Chapter 1144: Plot 2

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
It struck a chord in Baylon as she lifted her head to look up.
A figure floating above came into sight. It was a face she recalled many times in enmity.
“Chinande!!” Baylon’s iris shrunk as unbearable fear stirred within her.
Yet at the same time, the hatred that once lived in her memory sunk in, intertwining with fear.
“Level Ten… Perpetual Motioner Holy Lord,” Baylon tightened her grip on the white blade. The handle of the blade was almost crushed in her hands.
Wham!!
In a blink of an eye, Chinande’s face magnified before her.
With no technique whatsoever and using a level ten gravitation in ten thousand folds, she was gravitationally knocked away with one punch.
Wham!
Vast amounts of gravitation amassed in his pale knuckle punched Baylon’s head without hesitation. Space in the universe seemed to collapse and warp around the knuckle. Even the rays of light assembled into this one punch.
A plain murderous intent was clearly emitting from Chinande.
Baylon watched his knuckle slam against her with eyes wide open without an ounce of strength to retaliate. Time seemed to have slowed down as the nerves in her body reacted with extreme speed but no matter how fast she was, it was powerless against the ten thousand fold gravitation.
Watching the knuckle nearing in, Baylon could somehow hear the nervous shouts of Clint, Red Moon; raging screams of White Winter and the lot as well as the roaring of the spaceship’s laser beams.
But it was all too late…
No one could have predicted the unexpected appearance of Chinande who was a level ten Holy Lord, personally attacking them who were merely supporting characters.
Yet it happened and to this point, any resistance would be futile.
“Am I… going to die?” She watched in a daze as the distorted gravitational knuckle closed in. She was not afraid of death. She was only dissatisfied. Dissatisfied with the fact that she grew too slow. Although she developed faster than most, she was still far from talking about revenge.
Unknowingly, she closed her eyes and waited for the arrival of her death.
Wham!!!
The expected pain did not come. It wasn’t just the same pain, even a tiny shred of collision wasn’t felt.
“Even if you’re going to die, you must make your opponent pay. I have taught you this, have you forgotten?” A deep voice rung in Baylon’s ear.
She popped open her eyes and saw a tough and large build figure in a red robe standing in front of her. He single-handedly held onto Chinande’s wielding right hand.
Shrouds of cold, white air were confronting the extensive gravitation of extreme oblivion emitted by Chinande.
“Bro…ther…” Baylon’s eyes widened. She stared at the figure before her in disbelief.
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Within the spaceship.
“Lonnie!!”
Veins were showing all over Clint’s body. The charging action of pulling open the hatch was quickly stopped.
Phew…
White Winter grabbed onto his pounding heart. A single fleeting moment between life and death had him over the edge.
“I won’t be able to take a few times of this…” He took a deep puff of his cigarette but his trembling hands revealed his less-than-calm state.
“Thank goodness someone blocked…” The green-haired man went pale white. For a moment, the entire spaceship fell dead silent and everyone had their hearts in their mouth. The swift turn of events had caught even those who were experienced off guard.
“Who is that Holy Lord that rescued her?” Clint ran back and asked loudly.
“Let me see,” the man with green hair adjusted the portrait, magnifying it.
The magnified portrait has everyone on board stunned…
“This is… This…!” White Winter’s cigarette dropped onto the ground.
“It’s that fellow, Nonosiva!!” The first to regain senses was Red Moon, “How could it be! I couldn’t even sense it!?”
“Nonosiva?” The green-haired man was dumbfounded.
Clint shared a complicated expression.
“He’s Lonnie’s brother. Blood-related brother. Perhaps you’ll recognize the other name he goes by.”
“What?”
“Holy Lord of Scarlet Snow…”
“Holy Lord of Scarlet Snow, Garen!?” The man with green hair went sluggish. This name once shook the human race. There wasn’t one Mech Pilot that didn’t know this genius of an Energy Machinist.
“Faded… Creation…” At the same time, a cold and ruthless voice came from the outer world.
Crimson snowflakes appeared in space and slowly descended from above. It was no different within the spaceship.
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Countless crimson snowflakes gathered in Garen’s palm. The snowflakes twirled around, belching terrifying chills. He flung his arm to hit Chinande’s chest.
A faded force field automatically sprung out and this level ten faded force field was absorbing the energy out of Chinande. This was an absolute force field that engulfed all creations.
Chinande raised his arm in an attempt to block but found no strength. The majority of his power absorbed as he began to channel.
“You!!”
Wham!!!!
Their palms directly met with each other.
The snowflakes plummeted out like scarlet blood, expanding onto Chinande’s body.
Garen’s palm broke Chinande’s arm with ease and then ruthlessly pressed onto his chest.
The freezing force flowed onto Chinande’s body and instantly froze his entire body into a snowy ice block.
A streak of puzzlement fleeted past Garen’s eyes as he pushed the ice block containing the frozen Chinande with one arm to move ahead with distance.
He generated the attacking punch of destruction that he hadn’t used for a while.
“Tenfold.”
The violent force was instantly raised by tenfold and a red ring as wide as a few meters burst open from Garen’s hand.
The muscles on his body expanded ferociously. His muscles could be seen expanding more than double its size through his clothes. They embodied black pythons, crawling on Garen’s body.
Kaboom!!
He wielded his thunderous arm in the dark of the space and flung it against the flying ice block containing Chinande.
Wham!!
The ice block was smashed into countless pieces of red ice crystals.
“It’s over…”
Garen stared at crushed bits and pieces of Chinande, before turning to look at Baylon.
The brother he had not seen in over a hundred years, or should he call her sister, seemed to have aged.
“Brother…” Baylon’s eyes welled with tears. It was unknown whether she was happy or sad.
“It must have been hard for you…” Garen extended his arm to pinch Baylon’s face. He gave her a gentle smile. Nonosiva had never flashed a smile at his sibling but this time, for the first time, he gave a sincere smile to Baylon.
Puff!
All of a sudden, a long white spear penetrated out of Garen’s abdomen from the back, striking through his body entirely.
Blood spewed out and splattered on Baylon’s face, clothes and body. She was momentarily stunned.
“Bro… Brother…!?”
Garen lowered his head to look at the long spear on his abdomen in surprise. The smile on his face that blossomed froze.
Everything fell into silence…
A gust of wind particles swayed from the sun. The broken pieces of red ice crystals were still scatteredly floating about. The engine of the spaceship was activated.
Time stood still at this very moment. This spear not only penetrated Garen’s body, it pierced through Baylon’s newfound glimmer of hope as well as the hope of all in the spaceship.
Baylon stared at Garen’s penetrated body in a daze. Her eyes that were first filled with joy and hope turned into despair.
“No!!!!”
Her sharp voice that was filled with hysteria echoed through space.
Her voice was heard by all witness on site but Baylon’s pain, despair, struggle and anger could never be felt by anyone.
Black tadpoles-like characters swiftly emerged out of Baylon’s eyes and wildly coated all over her body. As her voice of despair rang faster, so did the characters.
Garen stretched out his hand, trying to touch Baylon’s face but alas, he could not even succeed in this final little gesture.
Wham!!!
His body immediately exploded into a rain of blood and torn-apart limbs.
Behind him was a white figure floating in high space. It was Chinande! He did not perish!
Chinande’s high and above figure had transformed into a white-maned, young man dressed in pure white. Even the brows of this young man were white. He lowered his head to coldly stare at the exploded Garen.
“I didn’t plan to kill you this soon…” He muttered in a low voice.
“Yes, neither did I plan to kill you this soon…” A gentle voice was heard coming from behind him.
Swoosh!!
White King was startled. He felt a sharp pain from his abdomens. A bloody hand had pierced through his abdomens, stabbing straight from behind.
“You!!” White King’s body was imprisoned. A force of absolute confinement power took over his strength.
Puff!! His body became an illusion, broken apart into soapy bubbles. All that was left was a man with a tough build.
“Distortive power? This body is a phantom of distortion?!” The man was Garen who was killed earlier. He was dressed in the long robe of Scarlet Mourning Hall. He hung in space with a shocked face.
With a swish, a white spark drilled into him, combusting and scattering into a rain of blood as it exploded.
White King’s figure appeared at the other end of space. His cold gaze fixated on the rain of blood.
“Destiny will guide me to the righteous path!”
“Has destiny ever told you that this is not the right path?”
Another shadow of the Scarlet Morning Hall dashed out, tackling White King in close combat. Their attributes of concept clashed and rampaged in a feud.
Wham!
The shadow beat and ruptured into ructions of bloody rain.
“It is meaningless no matter how many times you come at it!” White King’s voice remained icy cold.
“Is it really meaningless?”
Another red figure flew over.
More and more red figures surfaced below. All of them were the people of Scarlet Mourning Hall dressed in red robes.
In a trance, a large crowd of Scarlet Mourning Hall lifted their heads and revealed their faces. All over hundred of them were carrying Garen’s face with a fake smile.
“!!!”
White King wasn’t the only one bamboozled, even Baylon who was still in pain, Clint and the rest were left bewildered.