Chapter 130: Suicidal.

[You know you can close your eyes if you don't want to watch…] The system said to Blake with raised brows.

'Trust me I would love to, but I don't think that will be a wise decision in such an environment. So no thank you.' Blake said with a disgusted look.

'I don't get, from what I have seen so far, the blonde dude awakened the fire and lightning element but there are no signs of them being used unless he is using an arcane spell!' Blake's eyes sparkled in realization.

From the injuries Mason had sustained even a retard wouldn't need to look twice to notice the missing elemental effects of fire and lightning, leaving him with the only one option, Arcane.

[Calling it arcane makes it sound formal and complex. All the demigod did was to empower the mana surrounding the kid with his will, before enveloping him and compressing the mana.] The system's explanation stunned Blake.

'To have such refined control over Mana, his mana control must be on another level.' Blake was flabbergasted by the discovery.

[More like, on a different plane.] The system corrected.

'Finally, some action.' Reeves thought as he turned towards the direction Blake's carriage came from.

After a few more minutes of torturing, 3 carriages arrived at the scene. Two were those in pursuit of Blake and his team, while the 3rd carriage bore the insignia of a flood dragon.

It was the insignia of the Nystrom family!

(AN: I have a feeling that the insignia of the royal family is lame compared to this… lol)

'What the fuck is going on here? Is this still a D rank mission?' Although Blake couldn't turn to see the newcomers, he was still able to sense the number of people alighting from the carriage and their power levels.

Out of the 8 mercenaries from the 2 carriages only one was at the early stage of the Hero realm, while the rest were all champions. As for the 3rd carriage, Blake couldn't feel any sort of power fluctuations coming from within.

It sounded like good news, but it was the complete opposite.

Just like Mason, every cultivator unconsciously emits a special type of mana signature that could be used to track or determine one's power level and depending on their level of mana control they could control this emission.

This was how Blake usually hid his presence whenever he went out to hunt and because most of the beasts Blake went after didn't have high sensory skills, Blake was almost invisible unless he made rapid movements or came within a certain range. 

But in the case of the carriage, for someone to be able to completely hide their mana signature it meant he/she either had an artifact that could do so or he/she was a prevalent demigod who could do so at will.

"Sanders, glad you showed up right on time, I was getting bored of playing with him." Demigod Reeves said to the man stepping down from the carriage.

"Long time no see, Reeves." A lean man in his fifties walked out of the carriage.

He had gray permed hair, a smooth chin and on him was a black robe embroiled with purple seams that gave off an evil vibe.

Although there wasn't much resemblance between him and Mason, his smooth and glowing skin was a clear giveaway that he was related to Mason.

"Uncle, please…save… Ahh!" Mason's plea for help was cut short as Reeves applied more pressure on him.

"It is rude to interrupt when your elders are speaking. So, shut it!" Reeves glared at the screaming Mason as an unknown force took away Mason's voice.

"Back to our reunion…"

"Let him go, and we will call this a day…" Sanders said in a nonchalant tone.

"Like uncle, like nephew always interrupting. Well, I will forgive you because I am in a good mood, but don't you think your overprotection is only weakening him? I mean…"

"Let's get to the point, what do you want?!" Sanders' asked in an irritated tone.

"I would appreciate it if you stopped interrupting me, but since you mentioned… Your head!" Reeves said with a maniacal smile.

"Just as I expected…" As Sanders spoke, a purple hue covered his entire body before taking the shape of battle armor protecting every inch of his body.

"Let's get this over with, shall we…" Sanders stretched his hands, grabbing and pulling out a darkish-purple wooden staff from thin air.

"I will be borrowing this for the moment…" Reeves stretched his hand towards Taliesin, pulling both the vermillion rood on his neck and the wooden cube artifact at an astonishing speed.

"Scatter…" Immediately the wooden box got within 10 meters of Reeves, it began dismantling itself and by the time it reached Reeves it had broken down into two rings, one blue the other brown.

"Awaken!" Immediately the vermillion rood came in contact with his hand, a scorching bright light emanated from the cross, causing it to expand at a visible rate. The light expanded to a meter and a half before the scorching light began dimming, leaving a sword engulfed in golden flames.

"Let's take this somewhere else…" Reeves said with an eerie smile as he clenched his first and activate the ability of the blue ring.

"Open!"

Multiple blue energy waves were sent out of the ring causing ripples in the space above. In the blink of an eye, the space above the 2 demigods began bloating before forming a sphere that sucked them inside.

'What the f*ck is going on!' Blake couldn't help but ask, the entire situation was getting more confusing as time went and the worst part was, a fight between demigods was about to start but he was still stuck in the same position.

'So, what do we do know?' At this moment Blake was panicking. The fight between champions could escalate and become mess talk more of a fight between high-ranked demigods.

Staying close to such an area was suicidal!