1145 Real or Fake 1

The Scarlet Snow Sect that followed behind were shaken on the spot.

"It's Sect Master!! Sect Master Garen!! Hahahaha!! We're saved!!' Ice-Grand roared with laughter.

"I knew that Sect Master would be alright. He would definitely turn up! Definitely!!" Ice-Crack laughed out loud.

Two-Faced Person and rest appeared. A row of level tens stood together to form a large red force field to block off any residue of attacks from the outer world.

The four-armed woman stared intently at the battle between Garen and White King.

"If I'm right, Sect Master must be using some tactic to turn those from the Scarlet Mourning Hall into his embodiment. That isn't White King's true form either but rather a projection. His distortive attribute is able to mask everyone's senses. The body that Garen sneaked attack earlier is most likely an illusion of distortion."

"I don't quite understand..." Two-Faced Person shook his head. The woman part of the face spoke. "It is chaotic now. What tactic did the Sect Master use to occupy the body?"

"White King first disguised as Chinande to scheme against the Sect Master. He must have predicted that Sect Master would turn up at that moment and indeed he did but he did not succeed in his goal," the four-armed woman fell deep into thought and provided an explanation closest to the truth.

"Then where is the real Sect Master? And where is the true form of White King?" Two-Faced Person asked in return.

The four-armed woman shook her head.

Who schemed against who and who really won against who? No matter Garen or White King, they were plotting against one another.

******

White Royal Palace.

In front of the dark golden crystal.

White King stood silently before the crystal rock. The crystal clearly reflected his stone-cold face.

"I see you're well prepared."

"I should say the same to you too," Garen replied in the crystal. "It seems that the strength of your projection is no better than my embodiments," Garen's eye revealed a hint of a smile. 

"Even possessing a unique attribute, you shouldn't be able to have that many projecteory embodiments," White King pondered.

******

Battlefield.

Beams of white rays shone from another part of dark space. The string of beams turned into white rings and emerged in an airspace far from where Garen and White King were battling it out.

Figures of vast spirits appeared in the rings. These figures each carried an identity emblem of the Human Nine Emperors. The four people that lead the pack had a larger build than most, doubling or even tripling the height of an average person.

These were the Human Nine Emperor force tailing behind White King's activity.

At the other end, another group of the white crowd arrived, standing opposite of the Star Emperors. They were all affinity forces of White King. These people were the strongest forces wielded by White King. All thirty of them were Perpetual Motioner and above experts.

These were hidden chess pieces which both parties placed in ambush but now it seemed that these chess pieces would not yield its worth as only the projection of White King made it here so destroying it would amount to little. Moreover, they were uncertain about the peculiar appearance of Scarlet Snow Holy Lord, Garen. Prior to comprehending Garen's attitude and capabilities, the Nine Emperor force decided against acting recklessly.

At this exact moment, White King, the Human Star Emperors and the rest were staring at the hundred over Garens floating in space. No one spoke a word. These hundred over people were valiant of the Scarlet Mourning Hall yet all sighted at such a strange scene.

A mountain of red-robed Garen were amassed together in a red cloud, facing off White King.

"Now... What are you planning to do? White King..." All the Garens spoke with voices strung together. Their force fields gathered to form a resonance phenomenal. Sharp yet peculiar.

At the same time, White King's strongest team — the Perpetual Motioners, each lifted their heads. The royal family of White King and all Perpetual Motioner's followers were bearing the face of Garen.

"You...!!" White King was stunned. The Perpetual Motioners were at a certain level and was one stage of a difference from him, a Saint. Yet now they were controlled by Garen's peculiar ability. This drastically changed his original plans.

"My King!!" Suddenly, a weak voice was heard.

It was Linora!!

White King spun around and saw Linora appear in space, held by Garen with one hand on the neck. She gave a struggle.

"Garen...!!!" A never-before fiery of rage blared out White King's eyes for the first time, "You're seeking death!!!"

He could ignore his parents but Linora who took care of him since he was young was his weakness.

"My King!"

"Your Majesty!!"

Out of the blue, many of the Garens recovered their original identity and face. They anxiously shouted.

"Don't bother about us! Kill him! For Finite!!"

"Save me! My King! Save me!!"

"Avenge us, Your Majesty!!"

"Long Live Finite!!!"

A jumble of voices rang into White King's ear.

These chaotic voices that couldn't be censored or dare not be censored struck chords in him, making him flighty and impetuous.

"My King!!" The real Chinande appeared by White King, "we have to decide on the spot, either to retreat or kill! Please decide!" His stone cold face bore no expression. Perhaps he played so many personalities for a long length of time that he completely lost the ability to be expressive.

Of all the people there, only he and a few princes of the royal family were not possessed. The remaining experts swiftly gathered by his side. Facing the large quantity of Garens encircling White King, the originally Finite squad had turned into the enemy's base camp. He was in a dangerous situation.

"Retreat?" A hint of struggle creept into White King's eyes. No matter how powerful or skillful talent he possessed, he still had important people in his life. He was a regular person that hadn't live more than a thousand years. Even if he was talented, the most talented, even if he had seen destiny's general trend, even if he had plans to sacrifice for his ideals, White King was still a human no older than three hundred years old. He was a Finite.

He carried with him the hope of rising and uniting the Finite people. No matter what, he must not lose. Garen's cloning abilities had been tested and it was at the peak of Perpetual Motioner Holy Lord level but as it hoisted the attribute concept of confinement, it made his movements sluggish.

However, this wasn't the main point. If he were to make a move prior to getting to the bottom of Garen's peculiar ability, his attack may cause the death of his own people!!

This was the reason for him holding back.

Moreover, a Regent Level wouldn't be able to go up against him and it would be the same for two or three Regent Levels as well. He would be hot on their tails but it was unknown how many of the Human Nine Emperors arrived. It was possible that they would regroup and with Scarlet Snow Holy Lord, Garen in the mix, the outcome of this sort of battle simply could not be predicted.

In the face of war, the Human Nine Emperors had proved their worth. If five of them were to team up, they could face White King's distortive attribute while the remaining three who had equilateral skills with the Twelve Golden Merit Blue Princes. However, there had been a turn of events.

"Retreat!!"

This word made out of White King's mouth with difficulty.

"Retreat? That easily?" Garen's low pitch laughter rang without fear in space.

Phew...!

Figures of Garen flew straight to White King and his group. Each figure bore heavy and terrifying energy of confinement attribute.

"Retreat!!""Retreat retreat retreat!!"

Voices echoes within the experts under White King.

In the dark inverse space, the white troops hasten their move backward. A large distortive hole appeared behind them. It was a leaping black hole.

The mountain of Garens charged towards the white troops, launching assaults in kamikaze mode. Streaks of red glow were fired within the low-level Finite troops.

"Distortion! Ancient Void!!" White King suppressed his anger and extended his arm to grab a hold of amassed Garen figures.

A large blob of transparent distortion shot from his hand and split up to little blotches, charging towards the Garens and encircling them. The blotches held the berserk Garens in captive within the distortion, sealing them up.

There were more transparent distortion that scattered down like raindrops firing at the Garens in attempt to resolve all in one.

"Solidify everything in existence!" Garen's voice was heard, "Faded Creation..."

One of the Garens flew up vertically. Pure huge crystalized wings were formed at his back. He suffused himself between the once white robes and golden helmets.

With crackling sounds, his back emerged countless crystalized vines. These vines took root within the void and grew to all directions to form a large, white windscreen

Red snowflakes descended at this moment in the universe, fluttering about. In a space of a few hundred light years, all was covered with the scarlet snowflakes.

Everything that was touched by the snowflakes, regardless of foe and friend, experienced stiffness in their bodies. They lost all will to retaliate and were immediately imprisoned.

The snowflakes counteracted against the transparent distortion, annihilating each other and resulting in a standstill.

******

The Human Race legion.

"What should we do now?!" Bull King, one of the Nine Emperors looked at the strongest Thousand Pillar King.

"Let's hold our horses for the moment," Thousand Pillar King calmly concluded.

"Why!?" Now would be the best time to pursue an attack!" Bull King did not understand. "Do you think that White King could have any tactics to counterattack?"

"No, not that," Thousand Pillar King frowned. "I am not worried but White King but rather the Scarlet Snow Holy Lord."

"You're saying that... the battle where the Energy Machinists were annihilated..." Bull King immediately came to his senses. The two were currently the strongest of the Human Nine Emperors. Their decision would impact the movement of the entire human race.