1016 Disguise 2

Thus, the training cycle continues day by day - practicing, eating and sleeping. To Garen, the insect tide was completely not worth mentioning at all.

In the blink of an eye, a week had gone by.

Garen had thoroughly fused with the Demon Blade he had just obtained. With his level of martial skills, this killing move with the blade was not difficult. The energy required was not much; the main thing that was necessary was to have a very strong physical fitness.

It just so happened that his physique fitted the criteria perfectly, so it was not surprising that the training was successful.

Garen casually trained the art of wielding the Demon Blade. There was no real combat, but he could still feel the explosive power in it.

Whoosh!

The Dual Blades in front of Garen carved out a wheel of black moon; it was the illusion caused by the reflection emitted instantly by the blade, which looked like a black full moon. In reality, however, it was made of frightening scars, stacked by the Dual Blades in a split second.

Garen jumped up lightly, and as he moved from top to bottom, he held the Dual Blades together in his right hand and sliced them downwards through the air.

"Dual Prison Lock!" The powerful killing move by the Demon Blade immediately erupted.

The Dual Blades, held together, were violently smashed onto the ground. With a loud bang, the ground flew out from the entire place and left a destruction impact in the shape of a fan in front of Garen.

The fan-shaped destruction stretched out from under Garen's feet to the foot of a huge pine tree, about a dozen meters away. Strangely, the pine tree was not harmed in the least bit, attesting to his extraordinary power of control.

"You're so powerful!" Little One and Little Two clapped their hands enthusiastically from behind Garen. They had familiarized themselves with Garen during the past few days, so the two girls had slowly relaxed, no longer prudish. They would even occasionally joked a little with Garen. Having more or less felt out Garen's disposition, they knew that as long as they did not mess up and cause delays on serious matters, Garen was actually rather laid back on normal days. He was easy to get along with, as a superior.

Garen smiled. These two Level Five Mech Pilots could easily unleash an attack with a power like this. The applause from these two chicks were just polite compliments.

Putting away the Dual Blades, Garen suddenly turned his sights into the pinewood forest.

Little One and Little Two immediately walked over in front of Garen to protect him, holding up concealed sharp spikes in their hands. They might look like ordinary black haired girls, cute and naive, but in reality, they were able to burst into frightening killing moves at any time.

They were actually powerful modifiers carefully selected by the royal family. Princess Aine had requested the elder Energy Machinists to personally modify their bodies into powerful warriors, so not only did they have the Willpower of a Level Five Mech Pilot, they also possessed strong and flexible bodies that posed as a great temptation. They even had extraordinary physical talent in pleasing the opposite sex, able to provide several more times the pleasure than the typical female.

These were the almost-perfect tools that Aine had gifted Garen. The only weakness they had was that they could not upgrade their levels anymore; all of their potentials had been reached, and there was no longer the possibility of upgrading any powers.

Garen was not the only one. There were actually many royal families of powerful countries that owned such modifiers. They had female bodies specially modified by Energy Machinists to be in the most powerful state, and at the same time, also modified to have special physical sensitivities that could please the opposite sex easily.

"Don't worry, they're only a bunch of passers-by." Garen smiled and kept his Dual Blades away, sheathing them into the scabbard on the back of his waist.

During the past few days, he had been examining ways to fuse the killing moves he had perceived in the Spirit Mothership and turn them into a greater power.

The Demon Blade was strong, but there was no way to control it once it was unleashed. It was a type of explosive area ultimate skill; using it required a large amount of energy. If he could not kill the enemy then he would be dead next, so it was not suitable as a skill to be used on a daily basis.

Furthermore, the burden of executing the Soundwave Technique and Multiple Speed Fist was not a lot. If their powers could be combined, they would not be weak at all and would at least be able to reach the Level Five killing move stage. By then, it should be enough for him.

These two techniques were originally inspired by the Level Three mutated organisms.

Reshifting his focus, Garen has already seen the team of figures dressed in white appearing in the pinewood forest before him.

This team of people was not afraid of drawing attention. Clad in white, they walked unceremoniously loud in the forest, making a beeline straight towards Garen.

These bunches of people were dressed very strangely. There was an odd and black twisted mask on their heads, so their faces were obscured, and their bodies were wrapped up neatly and tightly in white cloth. While they walked, they gave off a strong murderous vibe.

The leader was a tall and thin man, wearing a round hat.

"Young man, have you seen this person?" He walked close to Garen and lifted his hand in a straightforward manner, opening up an electronic roll. On it was the face of a pretty girl, with her red hair tied up in a ponytail.

"Why are you looking for her?" Garen raised an eyebrow and asked casually.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, or you'll get into trouble…" The person in a white mask next to the tall and thin man sneered in a sharp but low voice.

This fellow was speaking in a rather disrespectful tone of voice…

Garen frowned.

"Get into trouble? What kind of trouble? Tell me."

"Are youngsters nowadays so savage?"

"Why are we exchanging nonsense with him, he's only another rich kid. Let's capture him and demand ransom from his family! We can earn another quick buck! Hehe!"

A white masked suddenly stretched out his hand, with an arm that started to spin at high speed, like an electric drill. It directly shot towards the chest of Little Two, who was standing next to Garen. "Such a pretty little chick, let me enjoy her!"

Before the last word had come out from his mouth, his arm was already near Little Two's chest.

"White Ghosts?" Garen narrowed his eyes. No wonder they had pounced on the idea of capturing people so quickly, he did not think that these people would be them! He had gone through some information about Planet Scarlet Snow. The White Ghosts must be the Three-Hearted Disciples of the Scarlet Snow Sect's internal circle, only no one knew who exactly they were. All they knew was that their identities were mysterious, and every one of them was powerful and strong, full of arrogance.

Only the people of the Scarlet Snow Sect could be this arrogant. The other sects on this planet were merely branches of the Scarlet Snow Sect -- after all, they were the main organization.

Clang!

The hand of the white mask hit Little Two's spikes; she gave a cold scoff and was about to retaliate, unarmed.

"Enough, stop it," Garen said unexpectedly.

Little Two's spikes instantly halted right at the throat of the white mask; just slightly more and she would have killed him. However, she was also blocked by a thin line of metal. It looked like a weak metallic string, but it was completely undamaged by the piercing of the spikes.

The other end of the thin metal wire was behind held by the leader of the White Ghost.

He stared coldly at Garen.

"So she serves the fifteenth royal highness. No wonder she's so skillful. However, even though you're the fifteenth royal highness, aren't you still breaking the law by hindering us from making our capture?"

Garen had never expected that he would be able to identify him, and to dare speak in such a tone of voice, even. It seemed that his reputation in the hearts of the people beneath him, as the fifteenth royal highness, was still very limited in terms of power.

"You're capturing people? Whose people are you, and what kind of people are you after?"

The tall and thin man bowed slightly to Garen, sniggering away.

The fifteenth royal highness? Addressing him as highness was to be respectful of him, but what qualifications did a Level Four Energy Machinist have for veteran Energy Machinists like them to call him their highness?

Scarlet Snow Sect's leadership was not determined according to a list but was fought over, in bloodshed. Moreover, they had even besieged the seventh royal highness before, so this fifteenth royal highness was not worth mentioning, he was just… hehe.

The tall and thin man heart hardened ruthlessly; if this fifteenth royal highness knew his place, then perhaps he could still spare him a bit of dignity. If he did not...

"It's our superior's orders that we capture those people, so? Does the fifteenth royal highness wish to have a hand in the matter too?" The tall and thin man's tone of voice became cold.

"No such thing. You may go deal with your own business." Garen smiled amiably and said nothing more. It was obvious that he did not intend to inquire further.

The tall and thin man gave a cold snort and brought his men through the side of the camp.

"White Ghost? All of the Great Elder's Three Hearted Disciples are in there… It'd be a really bad idea to anger them…" Garen sighed. 

Upon hearing those words from Garen's mouth, Little One and Little Two both curled up their lips rather disdainfully. People beneath him had just arrogantly put on airs in front of him, and yet he could still give in so easily, not daring to say a few tough words, even.

"Would they still dare to offend their superior?" Little Two said indignantly. "Sir, why do you have to be so scared of him? You are a highness!"

Garen shook his head.

"The White Ghost is not an ordinary team…they are really skillful…really skillful"

Little One and Little Two exchanged helpless looks, feeling somewhat dejected. They had been assigned to such a cowardly master and wondered how much more they would have to put up with in the future.

However, the two of them did not know that Garen had not been talking about their power when he said that they were skillful. It was their characteristic of never doing something that did not benefit them.

He had done careful investigation and found that wherever the White Ghosts appeared, there would definitely be great treasures or some great advantage. In addition, the White Ghosts were Moonshine's manpower. It would be a huge shame to not investigate things properly, now that he had had the opportunity of encountering them by coincidence. It would be as though he did not eat the piece of meat that had been put to his mouth.

The enmity between him and Moonshine had been established anyway; clashing the first time had already made them enemies, clashing the second time would be the same, so why not just clash until the end? Even if he would not obtain anything, messing up White Ghosts' plans would still be an acceptable result.

A strange look flashed in Garen's eyes.

Black shadows passed through the pinewood forest fleetingly, quietly following the team of White Ghost that had just left.

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"You can't run, Glory Edward."

In the midst of the red maple trees, Yannen's team of mercenaries had awful expressions on their faces, as they were being surrounded by the White Ghosts.

The tall and thin man walked out from the team of White Ghosts, a sliver of ridicule in his eyes under the mask.

"Hand over the Ice Magic Pillar. After I get Teslin's treasure, it's not impossible for me to spare your life and turn you into a slave, if you serve me well."

"The Ice Magic Pillar is not with me!" Glory's face was in a panic. She had to force herself to calm down.

"Fifteen small teams have been destroyed, leaving only your team. It was a good plan to separate into fifteen small teams and escape. You've even gotten the most honorable and important Great Elder to bait us away," the tall and thin man said coldly. "Too bad, you've forgotten my identity now."

"Anthony, give up, it's not with me," Glory forcefully steadied her trembling body.

"Great Elder Edward, who loves his daughter as though she were life itself, won't keep that thing on you?" The tall and thin Anthony laughed softly. "Enough, stop struggling. I don't wish to kill anyone. Once I get the Ice Magic Pillar, I still need to use the blood from your glabella to kill the Eight-Eyed Giant Lizard."

Glory's face was ashen white and finally took something out. It was a pallid white, round pillar, the size of a palm. A miniature giant lizard was set at the top, white in color as well. It looked exquisite and ancient, and the lizard on it seemed to be alive with a slight glint in its eyes.

"Take it! But you must swear not to kill me!" Glory did her best to steady her voice, as she spoke loudly.

"You are someone I've always been fond of since young. Kill you? I haven't even had the chance to play with you yet, eh?" The tall and thin Anthony started to laugh.