Mystical Journey
chapter-701

Clank!!!

Arudo wielded two short daggers in his hands. He braced the daggers in front of him, blocking Dahm’s unstable aura.

The red aura and the daggers clashed with each other as the harsh scraping of metal against metal rang out.

A few parts of aura was sliced off, which promptly vanished.

Arudo wasn’t a member of the Wellington Household but an elder of one of the secret household. He’d once ruled the whole Europe for hundreds of years and no one could overthrow him. He’d gone silent at the end, so no one would have expected him to appear here.

This man was in a black shirt with two white leather strap forming an X in front of his chest. After blocking the aura’s attack, he rolled as he was pushed back by at least ten meters.

The giant metal ball automatically moved with the chains as he pulled on them. It flew back to him and landed just beside his body, forming a crater.

“Dead Waterbird Fist – Nightfang!”

A red figure instantaneously passed above his head. Just like a bird flying in the middle of the night, the red wings fluttered as the figure let out a gentle and crisp chirp.

Chirp!

Two hidden and soundless streams of aura impaled Arudo’s shoulders through his armpits. At the same time, Dahm flew up, made a turn mid-air, tumbled around as he glided and landed at least ten meters away.

As he landed on the ground, hundreds of streams of densely packed aura seeped out of Dahm’s body like poisonous snakes and slithered towards Arudo.

“I’ve heard that there are a few elites from the humans. I didn’t expect them to be at this level. How disappointing…” Arudo smiled, revealing his white teeth.

As he faced off against the countless aura streams, he kicked up his right leg and sent the giant metal ball flying up, which collided with hundreds of streams of aura. With one hit, most of the aura streams were dispersed, leaving behind only a few streams that had managed to slither past the metal ball’s landing site.

He pulled out two fingers and moved lithely at lightning speed. The remaining aura streams were then detonated mid-air.

As an upper-level Blood Breed, Arudo possessed an overwhelmingly powerful physical attribute. He had pushed his Blood Breed body to its extreme limits, and his speed, strength and regenerative power were off the charts. Only his hypnotic skill wasn’t as powerful.

The difference between an Upper-Level Blood Breed and the other Blood Breed was that they could pull other beings into their illusions and their prey wouldn’t be able to escape from it. Although Arudo was weak in this aspect, in return, he had a strong immunity against illusions.

A few streams of aura hit the tree trunk at the side and holes were pierced into the bark as if a bullet had shot through them. Arudo’s power was alarmingly high.

Dahm’s expression finally looked more serious.

He reached out his fingers and licked at his nails. His nails were stained with red and some of them had even turned purple. One would wonder just how much Blood Breed’s blood had stained his hands.

Those that had died in his hands were not comprised solely of vampires. There also were tens of Blood Breeds that had attempted to ambush him. There were lower-level and even middle-level ones. If not for his cruelty, Arudo wouldn’t have come out in person.

“Is this the true strength of an upper-level blood breed? …” he inhaled deeply and smirked as blood flowed out from the side of his lips. Then, a strange thing occurred. His hair started to turn blood red as if his hair was being coated with a layer of blood.

He had created a Secret Technique that suited him most based on the highest level of Two-Faced Waterbird Fist. The Death Waterbird Fist had started to show its real strength.

“Waterbird’s Profound – Bloody Flower Outline!”

As he shouted, Dahm instantaneously shot forward by tens of meters. As he lunged forward at great speed, a clear red line formed behind him. He placed his hands in front of his body and afterimages of them started to form. These afterimages formed into tens of petal-like red shadows which resembled a strange bloody lotus. As he got closer to Arudo at great speed, the lotus in front of him started to blossom.

A strong and evil energy started to leak out from the bloody flower.

Arudo laughed crazily as he threw the metal ball at him. However, as he was very agile with his skill activated, evading it didn’t pose much difficulty.

Arudo wasn’t surprised. He started to leap forward, planning to face him head on!

He opened up his hands as he tried to grab his opponent. At the same time, his right knee was slightly pulled up as he aimed for Dahm’s pelvic area. His actions were so smooth that it seemed like a natural reflex. Surprisingly, Arudo was a top-tier wrestler.

He unleashed his true strength in this instance as the wind gusted while he tried to capture his opponent with his hands. The muscles of his body moved about like mice. He, who was nearly two meters tall, literally looked down on Dahm, who was almost a head shorter.

Both of them, one black and the other red collided against each other once more, forming a bloody aura mist.

Hochman had a coat draped over his shoulders. He was in a black suit and was slowly moving two alloy metal balls in his hands, which produced high-pitched clanging noises.

With a pair of gold spectacles on him and an invisible earbud in his right ear, he raised his head and stood straight in front of the big sculpture at the entrance of the Wellington Manor, admiring it. Behind him, there were at least ten of his most elite subordinates.

Some were strong and muscular while some were small yet beautiful and golden-haired. There even were a few dwarves smirking as they gently stroked the guns in their hands.

The white sculpture was a giant knight from the mythical Centaur clan. It was holding a huge weapon which resembled a shovel. It had no shirt on, revealing its strong muscles. The sculpture was at least ten meters tall, rivaling a small building. It stood proudly in front of everyone.

Hochman analyzed the sculpture and realized that there was a void area in the horse’s abdomen that people were able to enter.

There even was a small black door for accessing the void. However, the door was already opened and blood was oozing from it and could be clearly seen on the white stone floor.

“Looks like someone else had arrived before us,” Hochman observed calmly. He had taken the opportunity to come here while Dahm and the Upper-Level Blood Breed Arudo were battling against each other. It had been a timely opportunity to bring his elite team to ambush while the Blood Breeds were paying attention to the three-way battle. However, he didn’t expect other people would’ve had the same idea as him and arrived before him.

“Let’s go.”

He led the way to the tiny door.

Following tightly behind were three of his strongest subordinates. Similar to Dahm, he had also found three elites among the elites as his subordinates to fight against Dahm’s Four Hunting Generals.

They were the Three Sharp Crosses, his strongest subordinates. It consisted of one very strong and muscular gigantic man and two golden-haired beautiful twins.

The three of them had been personally trained by him. Although they did not possess as much combat experience and talent as the Four Hunting Generals, they were very agile in fighting and killing and were also able to use Hochman’s Extinction Waterbird Fist. This made them overwhelmingly powerful as they could increase their strength and speed in a very short amount of time.

As they approach the door, Hochman immediately stopped moving as a gun was fired at the door frame right in front of him, sparking it in the process.

He’d immediately sensed it when the bullet was fired and avoided it by a centimeter.

“Kill him,” the dwarf behind Hochman smirked as he held a knife in his mouth and entered into the shadows with more knives on hand.

Soon, a few cries and moans could be heard from within the darkness. Then, gunshots and laughter could be heard.

“Let’s go. The dwarf will handle everything,” Hochman seemed rather confident in this dwarf.

The group of people didn’t seem to be worried at all as they entered through the small door.

As the Holy Fist Palace’s main army, they were responsible for the missions related to fighting and obtaining the Blood Breed’s Treasures. They had the responsibility to not allow the other two parties to obtain it first.

After they entered the tiny door, they arrived at a narrow corridor. The invisible glass skylight had been shattered into countless shards. There were a few black piles of ashes by the corner and it was obvious that these were the ashes of Blood Breeds or Vampires.

One of the golden-haired twins walked towards the ashes, picked up some of it and sniffed it.

“Lower-Level Blood Breed. Looks like some strong ones have entered before us.”

Her memory astonished everyone as she had already memorized and could easily differentiate the scents of Vampire, Lower-Level and Middle-Level Blood Breed’s ashes in such a short amount of time.

“We’ll pick up the pace,” Hochman nodded.

There were a total of six people in their team, namely Hochman, the twins, the strong man, one of the two dwarves in black guava hats and the other one who had been left behind. The dwarves seemed to be brothers.

The remaining five continued pushing forward. As they passed through the corridor, they arrived at a blood-stained white jade fountain square. It was oval in shape and wasn’t really big. However, blood stains and ragged clothes could be seen everywhere. The air was filled with the stench of gunpowder and blood.

“The smell of the blood is right in front of us.”

One of the twins whispered.

Hochman raised his head and looked at the other side of the fountain, where the streetlights were blinking as if they were about to go out at any moment. There were three slender ashen men were standing underneath them.

The trio was all in dressed in the same ancient black formal attire and each had a silver flower pinned on their lapels as decoration.

The leader had his hair pulled all the way back, hair oil had been applied to enhanced its reflectiveness and hair gel had also been used to keep it in its desired form.

What made everyone wary was that he was holding onto a twitching corpse with his right hand.

Slam.

He threw the corpse directly onto the ground in front of him.

“Welcome to the Garden of Blood.”

Silently, a huge swarm of black smoke slowly spread out behind him and clouded the surrounding air like ink in water. It spread out in such a way that it appeared to be alive and sentient.

Hochman squinted through his spectacles as he released a rather threatening aura.

“Weidi? What a surprise, it’s another fellow not from the Wellington Household…”

In this world, there were less than a hundred Upper-Level Blood Breeds and they weren’t found just anywhere. In addition, among these Blood Breeds, only ten to twenty of them were able to maintain their true strength at all times. To be able to encounter so many Upper-Level Blood Breeds here could only mean that the Secret Party had decided to focus their strength here. It was obvious that there was a spy who had leaked this news to the Secret Party beforehand. Since they couldn’t ambush them, they could only resort to attacking them.