1061 Massacre 1 (1/2)

With his head down, Garen could feel his Scarlet Snow Technique heightening unceasingly, the Plasma Bomb Energy Seed was constantly increasing his Scarlet Snow Technique in a maddening speed. It was nothing like the breakthrough he experienced with potential points when his accumulation was reduced, but instead, he felt an extremely strong force pushing within him increasingly. With the speed of his technique increasing, it was definitely out of the ordinary.

”At this rate, it will take me just a month's time to advance from my current eleventh level to twelfth level to reach the required standard for the Cold Energy. That's just slightly slower than the Ancestral Temple!” Garen was shocked after doing a mental calculation using his Energy Machine Imprint.

An ordinary Energy Machinist would take a long time to accumulate energy from the resonance stage to the Inherited Level in order to break through the required standard. If one was not born with talent, one would have to accumulate for an even longer period of time. Using years as the basic time unit, even the most talented prodigy would need around five to six years, and that was if there was no computing power threshold. However, right now, Garen could feel a distinct change in his accumulation in just a short time.

He surveyed his surroundings and started moving around the ruins slowly, he had summoned Black Wolf and it was carrying Blue Pole Star's sister on its back and following him closely behind.

Carthage had not only brought the Blood Robe people and Leaping Experts, but also a lot of giant apes and groups of masked men dressed in tight, red outfits.

The masked men were incredibly fast, their worst member was at least a Level Three whereas their Junior Captain was probably a Level Four or Five, and one could spot a Resonance-Level one occasionally.

”Haha, this is mine! The advanced Gene Potion!”

Suddenly, a masked man crashed through the wall on the left with another two following close behind.

”How dare you steal from our brother, you must be sick of life!” Without saying further, both of them lunged forward and ganged up. The palm method that they were using was highly agile, seemingly airy and light just like butterflies but once struck by it, the impact would be strong enough to even demolish an entire wall as if the force had the ability to spread.

Those people did not have any energy force field and their breaths were obscure so it was hard to guess which level they were exactly.

Garen's path was blocked by them as such he stopped altogether to wait for them to end their fight.

The three of them were tangled together, going round after one another. They seem to be from the same sect as they were using the same palm method.

Bang!

A muffled crash sounded. Holding on to the item, the person's hand trembled and the item flew out of his hand and rolled on the ground before it landed near Garen's feet. It was a small, crystal bottle, undamaged.

The three of them suddenly stopped fighting and separated from each other, and turned to look towards Garen at the same time. Seeing Garen, fear darted across their eyes.

”So it's you, Lord Garen. Isn't it too much that you are concerned with items of ordinary energy machineries and not snatching secret techniques book?”

One of them spoke. He may have addressed Garen respectfully, but his tone sure did not indicate that.

”I am not interested in the things you stole,” Garen said calmly. Carthage mentioned to him before that these external people were just employed temporarily and both parties do not have direct control over each other and call the shots.

The three of them stopped in disbelief. Although they had no clue as to what kind of advanced Gene Potion was kept in that tiny bottle, they were sure that in a middle-class sect like Blue Frost Sect, there would only be at least ten bottles of those. A valuable item as this would cost up to thousands of golden crystals and even the Red Eagle Gene that Garen used to transplant earlier on was nothing comparable to this very item.

Except that Garen's Red Eagle Gene has been converted into Blood Eagle form and was still a pitch-black whirlpool, he was unsure as to when it would settle down.

In addition to the recent series of big changes in his state of mind, he did not want to complicate issues further by snatching items.

Seeing the evil expressions, Garen frowned and took a step back.

”I am really not interested in it. If you guys want it, be my guest.”

The three of them slowly relaxed as they eyed Garen moving away from the crystal bottle.

”Who knows, maybe he was waiting for the three of us to be wounded and defeated before swooping in to steal the bottle!?” One of the masked men sneered.

After he finished his sentence, the other two looked furious again.

Garen was growing impatient as he sneaked a glance at Carthage above in the sky. Carthage was not even looking his way.

He walked past the crystal bottle on the right side, not wanting to speak further with these greedy bastards.

”Stop him! He's trying to hide and wait for us to defeat each other!” The person who spoke up earlier yelled wildly. The trio who were fighting heatedly just now instantly darted towards Garen and circled him and the crystal bottle.

”You guys are really annoying me!”

By then, Garen was really pissed. His right palm landed a powerful struck on one of the masked men.

His pure Double-Moon Leveled force field shot out an immense chill that instantly distorted the air, forming the image of a large giant wolf midair which opened its mouth wide as it pounced on the person.

”Electromagnetic Shock Palm!!”

Though the opponent was not as swift as Garen, his reaction was quick as well. As he raised both his palms to defend himself against the upcoming attack, traces of blue electric arcs formed on his palms. Then, a burst of Level-Five energy field surged forwards and formed a translucent wall of energy field gas.

The giant air wolf crashed onto the gas wall. With a heavy crash, the gas wall split apart as the energy field carrying Garen's Scarlet Snow Technique met the man's Electromagnetic Shock Palm.

Hu…

The translucent giant air wolf was shattered by the impactful force and scattered into cold energy.

”Humph, is this the power that the chief values? So weak!” The man snickered as he withdrew his palms. But then he saw Garen walked up to the crystal bottle, picking it up and storing it into his Space Equipment.