再深一点太爽了舒服死了

"Another one who seeks the Winged God’s Arm?" There was a flash of sorrow in Hannet’s face. He involuntarily clenched his fist.

"Nine-Headed Hydra Garen, Lord of Black Swamp Palace, One of Kovitan’s Four Gargantuans. He is incredibly ferocious. To seek power, his family used humans as living experiments. Everyone in Kovitan knows of this matter. To solidify his position of power, Garen once killed thousands of people in one day. Blood flowed like a river and no one in the kingdom wanted to mess with that lunatic." The middle-aged man explained. "Messing with a fierce man like that would create headaches for the Cthulhuism Society. This will immensely relieve the pressure on us."

"This Garen is a dangerous man. With his strength, it will put us in danger as well by cooperating with him." Hannet thought of the incident on the Ancestral God Grounds. In his mind, he instantly placed Garen on a level of extreme danger.

"Nevermind. Nine-Headed Hydra is just a peak fourth form. Once Beckstone and the rest arrive, we will also have a fourth form elite to completely control Garen. By cooperating with each other, both sides can obtain what they want." The middle-aged man seemed to have arranged everything. "This time, I discovered a big secret of the Cthulhu Society."

"Oh?"

"Recently most of their elites have gathered over. On the surface, it looks like a standstill with the royal family of Daniela. In actual fact, they have discovered a new set of ancient ruins. The ancient ruins here have a certain relation to Cthulhu’s Origin.

Seeing Hannet closing his eyes, the middle-aged man said, "What I meant was, since the Cthulhuism Society is focusing on the ruins, we can tell this piece of news to the royal alliance. Once both sides are engaged in battle, we can take the opportunity to sneak into the Ancestral God Grounds to inherit the power of the Ancestral God."

"Phiroth is always on guard beside the Ancestral God Pillar. The success rate of this plan isn’t high, is it?"

"Naturally...Who’s there!!" The middle-aged man suddenly realized something off. Both of them leapt to their feet. One of them was glowing in blue lightning arcs while the other one’s body was full of red tactic symbols, as if he had a full body of rashes.

Both of them suddenly realized that in the closed hut, there was suddenly another human figure.

This person was sitting crossed-legged beside the two men, carefully listening to their conversation.

Hannet’s hairs all over his body stood up. The person before him was incredibly dangerous. Even more than the current Thunder God, Havana who robbed his power. He had never experienced such fear, not even in the Ancestral God Grounds.

Both of them were most proud of their stealth techniques. They never thought there would be someone who could quietly approach them, without them being aware of it.

The human figure sat crossed-legged on the ground. He wore a simple sackcloth, his long blonde hair draped over his shoulder. On his fair handsome face, there were three red marks on his brow.

As Hannet saw the three red marks, he could roughly guess the identity of the man.

"Lord of Black Swamp Palace Garen. I never thought you would sneak into the house of others, like a thief."

"Those are just titles." The other party laughed. Behind that handsome face, he gave people a dangerous and dazzling feeling. "As long as I like, I’ll do it. It will be too tiring to consider so many things."

Hannet and his companion were facing a great enemy. At the Ancestral God Grounds, he didn’t know who this young man was and what was his identity. It was only after his uncle pointed out that Hannet knew how dangerous this man was. To be able to kill thousands of people and feel nothing, even if he wasn’t the strongest, he would at least be a generational overlord.

Although Hannet saw Garen blocking the Cthulhu Kings attack through the air, he hadn’t experienced it firsthand. He totally had no idea how powerful Garen was.

Until now. The opponent before him slowly emitted a needle-like murderous intent. Only now did he understand that his previous evaluation of this man was too low.

"Lord Garen coming to find me, this poor fellow, what would you have us do?" Hannet cooled down. The tough experiences of his past and his awakened memories of his past life allowed him to quickly steady himself.

Looking at Hannet and his companion, Garen blinked his narrow eyes.

"I say, little brat. Have you forgotten our initial appointment? You are the one who gave me this address."

"That was me." The middle-aged man on the side suddenly spoke. His forehead was full of cold sweat. Under the effect of Garen’s aura, both of his legs were shaking, seemingly unable to hold his weight.

"It was me who passed you the address."

The middle-aged man psyched himself up.

"Lord Garen, we have a common enemy in the Cthulhuism Society. As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend..."

His voice came to an abrupt halt.

Once the middle-aged man saw Garen looking at him, his body instantly fell into limbo. It was as if a great fear was overwhelming him from the inside. Both of his legs gave way, and he bowed to the ground. His eyes were blurry and his body was covered with sweat. He could no longer speak.

He was different from Hannet. He was just a first form totem user and his core totem had only one ability, stealth. Under the pressure of Garen’s aura, his courage instantly disappeared. He was on the brink of collapsing.

Garen snorted. A delusional, small, ant thought he could be on par with him. A giant dragon would not associate itself with trash that couldn’t even be considered food. Both of them were clearly not contributing on the same level. Only Hannet, the last Thunder God, someone with special attributes, could capture his attention.

"Uncle!" A sense of anger flashed through his eyes.

"Don’t worry. I’m just letting him quiet down for a moment." Garen said without bothering. This experienced old man was much harder to appease than the last Thunder God. It would be better to keep him silent.

"What are you trying to do?!" Hannet stood still on the ground and didn’t dare to move. As he faced the opponent’s pressure, only then he realized the terror of this man. The air around him seemed to have a huge pressure which was constantly pressing on him. The blood throughout his body was boiling. It flowed faster and faster, becoming hotter and hotter. He was indeed more courageous than a normal person. He stood still to face Garen.

Garen finally let out a smile.

"What I want to do is simple." He flipped over his hand and showed a fist size crystal sphere. The transparent crystal sphere was incredibly beautiful. This sphere itself most likely could be sold for tens of thousands of Rumbs in the market.

But Hannet’s gaze was attracted by the dead matter within the sphere.

"Cthulhu’s Origin!!??" He couldn’t hold in his shock.

"Oh? You recognize it." Garen let out a satisfied smile. "The true form of the Thunder God is an inhibitive substance, a purification substance. I’m sure you now know what I want you to do for me?"

Hannet’s face turned pale.

"You’re crazy! To purify Cthulhu’s Origin, one needs to completely defeat the will of the Cthulhu King! No one can do it! No one!" In his mind, he suddenly remembered his past self being forced by the Cthulhu King. Eventually, he had no place to go and died a terrible death. That blood red blur is an undefeatable nightmare. Even now, he would dream of that horrifying figure from time to time. His pressure was almost suffocating.

"You just have to do it." The smiling intent in Garen’s eyes instantly disappeared. A huge, terrifying pressure was instantly released. It pressured Hannet’s body.

Hanner held on to his knees, not allowing himself to bow. Under the two forces, his knees started to crack.

"I saved your life the last time. As basic integrity, shouldn’t you repay me?" Garen’s mouth was still smiling but his gaze was incredibly cold. It gave off a terrifying, paradoxical feeling.

Hannet’s sweat was like a stream, flowing down from both his temples. The sweat gathered beneath his chin, and continuously fell to the ground.

"Remember, I’m passing this Cthulhu’s Origin to you. How long do you need to prepare?"

"Three...three days!" Hannet knew that if he didn’t accept, both he and his uncle would die here today. He bit his teeth and struggled to squeeze out a few words.

"Three days later, I will come to look for you." Before he finished speaking, the figure in the house disappeared in a flash.

The pressure seemed to be just a dream, and disappeared instantly.

Puff!

Hannet sat on the ground. His whole body and even his underwear was wet. It was as if he had just come out from water.

"Three days from now, Beckstone and the rest would be here. That time, they definitely would be able to handle this guy." The more he thought of it, the more afraid he became. Only that bloody red figure had this kind of oppression. Moreover, Garen could already comprehend it at fourth form.

This discovery made him tremble from the bottom of his heart. As someone who doesn’t like to rely on his companions, for the first time, he strongly hoped for Beckstone’s quick arrival.

As the Terraflor Society’s first generation pride, Beckstone’s talent was his terrifying speed of evolution. He definitely would be able to counter the opponent’s pressure.

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On a deserted corner outside the house, Garen lazily laid beneath the shade of a huge tree. He layered his two hands behind his head and used them as his pillow. The midday sun shined on his body, providing gentle warmth.

As the gentle breeze blew by, it brought the gentle fragrance of the flora nearby. From time to time, butterflies and bees would pass by him.

He lifted his head. Through the gap in the leaves, he could see the blue sky. It was like premium sapphire.

How long was it since he had such a comfortable feeling?

Garen was counting his mind. He could not remember when was the last time he could relax like this.

These three days were periods of rare rest for him. Every day, other than that three hours needed to fuse the dragon heads, he was completely free for the rest of the time. He could completely relax his body, to adjust his body condition for the upcoming battle.

He was displeased with the last time Hannet ran away on his own. This time he wanted to show him who was boss. Aura pressure and totem pressure were two completely different concepts.

Analyzing the difference in grade, aura pressure is from a person’s heart. When a higher grade aura pressures a lower grade aura, it could completely overwhelm the opponent.

Furthermore, aura encompasses the will, which is a combination of spirit, soul and body. The effects are even more obvious when applying aura on someone that didn’t have an aura. Like the oppression between a tiger and a rabbit, this was a natural oppression on one’s

subconscious. Even seeing it would make the person tremble and overwhelmed by fear.

Resistance was impossible.

Most of the time, the body’s natural defense mechanism towards danger is beneficial. But when facing aura, the effects were negative. It would numb the body of the being, disabling its movement. The whole body would be in an extremely panicked state. Because the expenditure of energy was too overwhelming, the opponent wouldn’t even need to do anything to shock the other person to death. Even elites who could withstand it would also break down due to the body’s huge loss of energy.

This was the terror of aura. It was a dangerous technique created based on natural body instinct.

After Garen’s body started to have the combination of power from blood flow and totem light, his aura could be used once again. It was also far stronger than his previous peak.

This kind of aura could bypass the defense of totem light, directly affecting to the body. Garen was delighted. Although he had predicted it, but truly obtaining such a beneficial change would definitely bring joy.