Mystical Journey Chapter 1146 - Real or Fake 2

Chapter 1146: Real or Fake 2

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“It is nearly impossible to kill off someone of the Regent-Level. Even if we continued our pursuit, other than taking care of this projection and its base combat power, what else could we possibly do?” Thousand Pillar King looked on meticulously. “On the other hand, if the Scarlet Snow Holy Lord could use such an abnormally large-scale ability against the Finite People, he can easily do the same to my people… Don’t forget, back when we just became the Nine Emperors, only Sawtooth King didn’t join the encirclement…”
“Furthermore, if my instincts are right…” Thousand Pillar King’s gaze moved towards the direction the White King retreated in. “White King seemed to have incurred some injuries at the end of it all.”
“Injuries?!” Bull King slowly responded, his facial expressions tensed up. “You are talking about… The one that managed to confront him alone the last time, right?”
Looking at Thousand Pillar King silently nodding, the two great Regent-Levels’ huge bodies silently faded into the void, trying to hide their current emotions from each other.
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“Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!”
The Finite’s elite army was rapidly retreating through the Jumping Black Hole in a frenzy.
The flurry of red snowflakes formed a red snowstorm, whirling through a pitch-dark tunnel of the Jumping Black Hole, closing in on them.
Garen relentlessly pursued them, one of his clones had already captured one of the White King’s most important men – Lanerra.
Her entire body was engulfed in the red snowstorm. She was trying desperately to escape, showing no signs of stopping.
At that point, this type of spine-chilling abnormal ability had stopped appearing.
In actuality, this was not some amazingly powerful ability, he could only fully possess one body at a time and superficially apply an Imprisonment Attribute on it. This was a method that allowed him to enter his opponent’s dreamland and take control over their Willpower. It was a unique ability of the Void Creatures and something Ancient Endor was proficient at dealing with.
The reason why there were so many Garen clones, was that out of all of these clones, only one clone could utilize its true potential at any given point, applying the Imprisonment Attributes to his targets. The remaining were just there purely to hypnotize the other targets and drag them into their respective dreamlands. This was a basic Void Creature ability.
However, by making all his clones appear at once, it managed to leave the White King and the other experts completely shell-shocked. It gave off the impression that all of Garen’s clones were simultaneously utilizing their fullest potential.
Naturally, their fight or flight response kicked in and they all retreated in a state of panic.
“Linora!” The White King’s projection was glaring daggers at Garen’s clone.
Within the Jumping Tunnel, both parties did not dare to make a move. If you made any missteps in your attacks you’d easily be tossed into a space-time distortion with no way of returning.
The White King’s eyes started to glow with a soft white light. Looking at Linora who was in the hands of the Garen clone, he suddenly reacted.
“Impossible! You couldn’t have captured Linora! She should’ve been accompanying Empress Dowager back in the God Palace! To capture someone from under Empress Dowager’s nose, you’re far from powerful enough to achieve that!”
The Linora in Garen’s hands suddenly smiled slyly. With a poof of air, she turned into a ball of scarlet red gas and flew up Garen’s nose.
“As expected, it did not manage to fool you.”
Garen clapped his hands together as if trying to brush away the nonexistent dust on his palms.
“However, it wasn’t ever my intention to try to fool you. To be able to fight to such a degree, you’re not half bad after all.”
Garen once again clapped his hands lightly.
Two crisp sounding claps could be heard.
The White King’s kin who were being pursued by the snowstorm and all the ‘possessed’ Perpetual Motion Level experts suddenly dissolved like soap bubbles, as if everything earlier was all an illusion.
From the beginning up till now there were never any reinforcements that arrived from the White King’s kin or Perpetual Motion Level expert teams. There was nothing left around Garen, even the people in the Scarlet Mourning Hall had vanished.
“As you might’ve already guessed, your kin are probably still desperately moving towards the venue of our battle just now, sending themselves to their deaths. Don’t forget that there are still four out of the Nine Emperors over there… Hehe…” Garen revealed a cruel grin. “You, on the other hand, would not even make it in time if you rush there right now. It’s already too late.”
Hearing this, the White King’s face immediately turned green.
He looked around at his surroundings. The group of White King’s men all had terrible expressions on their face. As it turned out, from the very start, what they thought was mercilessly pursuing them was just an unbelievably lifelike illusion. They were completely fooled by Garen’s self-directed play of illusions to the point where they had all retreated in fear, most likely causing the demise of the Perpetual Motion Level team that headed over as reinforcements, trapping them in a Regent-Level ambush.
If word of this got out, it would be the most disgraceful incident ever in Finite People history.
At this moment, in the Jumping Tunnel, the White King and his group of experts, including a few Prince Levels and another Regent Level had a terrible look on their faces. They all simultaneously looked over at the Chinande who was the first who suggested the idea of retreating to the White King.
‘Chinande’ let out a sly grin. With a poof of smoke, his body turned into gas, dispersing into the void.
Within the Jumping Tunnel, there was a clear separation of white team and red team. The illusions slowly started to get dispelled.
Garen’s side seemed to be shrouded by a mist that resembled red smoke. He was the only one in the entire red team.
On the other hand, the White King’s team consisted of him and a few Prince Levels. As for the people in the Scarlet Mourning Hall, they were all deep in slumber. They all had a beetle-shaped gas body placed on their faces, covering their noses and mouths, causing them to sleep soundly.
In other words, from the very beginning, the White King’s projection and the Prince Levels were all in a state of isolated illusions.
Garen did not even lay a finger on the White King in actuality, it was merely an illusion.
Real or fake, which part was real and which was fake, at this point, the White King could not make out the difference. This was precisely what Garen was aiming for.
“Well then, this time, it’s my victory…” Garen let out a cheeky smile.
“Ghostly Trickery!” The White King’s face was icy cold. He furiously waved his palm towards Garen.
A bundle of twisted power directly shot towards Garen’s body, blowing up Garen’s body into ashes with a loud boom.
As Garen died, this body he possessed slowly revealed its original appearance. It turned out to be one of the average Non-Falling Level experts in the Scarlet Mourning Hall.
The red mist that was shrouding Garen’s body earlier also started to fade away, slowly vanishing into thin air. The beetle-shaped gas bodies on the faces of the people in the Scarlet Mourning Hall also started to dissipate.
“Immediately contact Latva!” The White King rapidly ordered.
“We’ve already contacted him, but…” The Prince Level beside him turned pale. “According to our recon spies, Latva’s team got ambushed by the combined power of the four Star Emperors. They were completely wiped out…”
Boom!!
A huge ball of twisted energy burst from the White King’s fist, nearly causing the entire Jumping Tunnel to collapse. His gaze was cold to the extremes.
“Garen!!”
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Original Battleground
The four of the Nine Emperors looked at the destroyed remains of the area. The remains of the corpses of the White King’s kin and the Perpetual Motion Levels were scattered all over the place.
With their combined strength, the four struck at the key point of the White King’ kin and Perpetual Motion Levels’ jumps with utter precision. Once again demonstrating the fearsome power of when the four Regent Level work together. In an instant, they had mustered up enough power to destroy even stars. With all this power concentrated at a certain point, the result would be the space surrounding the area to immediately collapse. A part of the Perpetual Motion Level was directly disintegrated on the spot, imploding into a black hole causing an even larger space-time collapse. Hence, before the remaining reinforcement managed to land, they had already been sent off to another galaxy countless light years away.
The overall result was that all of the White King’s strongest kin were completely wiped out.
The Thousand Pillar King stared at the red-shirted Garen in front of him with a complicated expression.
“At the end of the day, how much of it was real and how much of it was fake? Even I couldn’t tell anymore.”
“Such a masterful execution. For the White King to have made such an enemy, it’s just…” Bull King nodded his head in agreement.
At this moment in the Negative Spatial Universe, there were only four groups of people left.
Thousand Pillar King and the forces of the Nine Emperors, the Scarlet Snow Sect’s Double-Faced Man and other experts, and the flying ship that Baylon, Clint, and the others were piloting.
Lastly, there was the lone red-robed Garen who was floating in space.
At this moment, Garen was like the most average energy machinist, facing the Thousand Pillar King in silence.
Since the Thousand Pillar King had taken action earlier, he had revealed his actual physical body. He was the size of an entire planet, solemnly staring down at Garen, who was sesame-sized in comparison.
The two were like David and Goliath, even if it was just based on the aura of their energy forces, there was definitely more than a whole level in difference. However, Thousand Pillar King looked very solemn at the moment. If we ignore the difference in size, he looked no different from a serious and calm middle-aged uncle.
“This current body of yours, it’s not your actual body, right?” He softly asked.
Garen smiled.
“Your Majesty Thousand Pillar King, whether it is real or fake, it doesn’t really matter much, does it? What’s important is that it got the job done, is it not?”
“What a powerful junior I have. Never would I have thought that just after slightly more than a hundred years of my slumber, an expert with such outstanding talents as this would suddenly appear,” the Bull King was repeatedly praising Garen as he looked over at him, “Scarlet Snow Holy Lord, if my gut feeling is correct, the ability you used just now should be something to do with the dream world of Void Creatures and Guise-type abilities.”
“Bull King is indeed very sharp,” Garen nodded while smiling, “In reality, my actual strength pales in comparison to the White King’s. It’s just that I had some unique attributes and it was his first time dealing with this type of ability. He was completely unaware of this ability that he was completely unfamiliar with, giving him a huge disadvantage. However, it seems like I won’t be as lucky the next time around.”
“Well said,” Thousand Pillar King nodded in agreement. Even he could tell that Garen’s actual strength is far lower than the White King’s. He had to rely heavily on this type of abnormal ability that utilizes deception and confusion. However, once the opponent had done adequate preparation work, it would be highly improbable if he wanted to achieve a similar favorable result. The scientist of the Finite People would definitely not ignore such an abnormal ability, with their research, they are bound to come up with strategies and countermeasures against this trick in no time.
“Then, we must show our gratitude to Scarlet Snow Holy Lord for the results of this battle,” Thousand Pillar King said cheerfully.
“The pleasure’s mine,” Garen answered politely.
Looking at the Thousand Pillar King and company leaving the scene, Garen finally turned around, gazing at the passed out Baylon, Clint and his crew in the flying ship and the group of Scarlet Snow members who were looking on anxiously by the sidelines.