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"White, your temper is getting worse."
The Red-Clad Woman shook her head, for only she understood what had just happened in that fleeting moment. Just moments ago, White had delivered two heavy punches to the opponent and then kicked him away.
White's eyes suddenly filled with panic as he hesitated to explain, "He offended Lord Suye with his gaze... and besides, your body is still weak."
Indeed, weak... Having just advanced to the Second Rank, he was ambushed by seven Blood Dancers of the same rank. Surviving was already a stroke of luck, even though those seven enemies had paid the corresponding price—death.
Su Ye did not want to continue this tedious topic and turned his attention to the two combat slaves.
The entire Fighting Arena fell silent, everyone watching Su Ye with terrified eyes. They had no idea what had just transpired; all they saw was War God Rhenia being thrown out and then dying!
Even Mankui and Leopard, seasoned battle slaves, felt an unprecedented tremor in front of this woman.
"I lost two subordinates recently; you two can barely fill their positions," a lazy voice echoed. "I will give you power, and you will do my bidding."
As she spoke, Su Ye glanced at Rinia behind the wall.
"Of course, what I want are obedient and sensible dogs."
Mankui and Leopard exchanged glances and then knelt down in unison with a thud.
They paid no mind to the term "dogs" used by the woman; instead, their eyes gleamed with fervor.
The Fighting Arena had always been a place that revered the strong!
In the depths of a dream, Garen found himself in the Blood Ocean.
The crimson waters crashed against the rocks, staining them a deep red, and even the sky was tinged with blood. The entire world was suffused with the scent of blood, which was strangely clear even in this dream. What puzzled Garen further was that the smell was not pungent or fishy; instead, it carried a subtle and intoxicating fragrance.
It was like rich red wine, captivating and alluring.
Time passed without his notice, and the scene in the dream began to shift. In the Blood Sea, countless blood-red orbs rose and fell, floating in every corner of this world. Their surfaces undulated continuously, resembling eggs ready to hatch. Suddenly, there were numerous popping sounds—“pop, pop, pop”—as each blood orb burst open, transforming into a torrential rain of blood!
Garen stood atop the highest rock. When the first drop of blood landed on him, he felt his own blood within him leap with joy, as if it had found a long-lost toy, creating a powerful resonance. The second drop, the third drop… The blood rain soaked him completely, turning him into a figure drenched in crimson.
Thud, thud!
In that moment, Garen heard his own heartbeat, pounding in a way he had never experienced before—strong and vigorous! The blood coursing rapidly through his veins felt like fearless soldiers, roaring and howling… and he was their supreme commander. With a mere thought, he could control the blood and direct its movements.
This was Garen's first time feeling the temperature of blood so intimately… scalding and fiery! He sensed his hot blood boiling!
No, this boiling transcended mere blood; it reached a certain height of life itself! In this state, he felt life burning within him—frantic yet calm… filled with contradictions but overflowing with power!
Yet in an instant, that sensation vanished, and the blood within Garen settled into stillness.
Looking up, Garen still saw the same expanse of the Blood Sea before him. He didn't know how long it had been; blood-red orbs rose and fell on the surface of the water... rolling... bursting... boiling...
It was a cycle that repeated endlessly.
...
When Garen awoke, it was Yasthia who knocked on the wooden door of the Rental Apartment.
The moment he opened his eyes, a strong sense of hunger surged within him, as if all the energy in his body had been drained. He hurried to the storage room and devoured nearly half a year's worth of supplies before finally feeling a hint of fullness.
"What happened here?" Yasthia stepped inside, her eyes widening at the chaos around.
"I'm a bit hungry," Garen said, tearing open a can of beef. As he ate, he asked, "What do you need?"
"What do I need? Have you gone stupid these past two months?" Yasthia looked at him strangely. "I'm here to remind you that the Watchtower will be able to unleash extreme power in three days. Are you ready?"
Two months? Three days?
Garen's movements halted, and he felt a shock within.
Could it be that strange dream lasted for two whole months? Feeling the intense hunger in his stomach and noticing the dust accumulating in various corners of the room, Garen had to accept that this was real!
The unique sensations brought by that dream must have come from Bervant Blood! With this thought, Garen suddenly realized that his blood seemed to have changed somehow. Yes, it looked the same as before, but he could sense a difference; it felt... clearer?
Indeed, it wasn't that the blood had changed; rather, Garen's understanding of it had elevated to an entirely new level.
Although he had not yet reached the height of Bervant Blood, Garen already felt as if he could control his own blood with incredible precision whenever he wished.
This was undoubtedly good news, as it meant that Garen was just one step away from deciphering Bervant Blood.
At the same time, Garen couldn't help but feel grateful as he cast a deep glance at Yasthia.
If Yasthia hadn't knocked on the door in time, would Garen have continued to immerse himself in that dream? Until his body's functions were exhausted, making it difficult for even his Fighting Spirit to sustain him, and then quietly passing away without a sound?
With a look of disbelief from Yasthia, Garen cleared out the entire storage room before stepping outside.
Upon arriving in the Southern Suburbs, Garen encountered many familiar faces.
"Sir Garen! The lord heard that your project is nearing completion and specifically sent me with soldiers to help guard it for a few days," Black Duncan greeted him warmly. "Lord Tutulu will also come to observe the day after tomorrow!"
Garen was taken aback and glanced at Yasthia, only to see her gazing up at the blue sky…
Clearly, she had already revealed the news of the Watchtower's completion.
"Then I truly appreciate the mayor's help!" Garen replied with a smile. Although there was some helplessness in his tone, he still felt reassured about Blackstone Town.
Looking up, he saw that the towering lighthouse was nearly finished.
From the massive and heavy circular base rose a thick metal trunk, surrounded by spiraling steel beams. From the middle section of the lighthouse to its top, eight "tentacles" extended outward, powered by an operational foundational magic circle, moving vividly up and down. The top part of the tower was embedded with more than ten special stone plates designed to support the magic circle.
This was the Watchtower!
Despite the fact that the Watchtower before them bore little resemblance to its form on the Blueprint, and could not transport many units, it at least had the capability to operate. According to Garen's assessment, a single activation could likely transport two to three Super Warriors.
In addition to Black Duncan and his Guard Squad, Edward's Warrior Team also expressed their unwavering commitment to guarding the lighthouse.
Moments later, the Ekria Family's Guard Squad arrived, bringing with them elite teams formed by several noble families.
"Hello, Sir Garen!" Dachi greeted him with a sincere smile.
"Long time no see." Reflecting on the two months that had quietly passed, Garen felt compelled to say, "Aren't you delaying family matters? There's really no need to waste time here."
"Sir Garen, you're being too formal!" Dachi feigned annoyance and then pointed toward Rody in the distance. "Ekria can continue to hold its ground here all thanks to your efforts. Even if the entire family has to take a few days off, I must express my gratitude!"
Following Dachi's gesture, Garen noticed the Newbies had just finished their training and were sitting on the steps gazing up at the lighthouse.
Rody was perched at the edge of the steps, and in front of him crouched a shadowy figure cloaked in a tight black robe, revealing not a hint of their face. However, it was clear that he and Rody were engaged in an animated conversation.
Dachi recalled that he had never seen such a mysterious person before and cast a puzzled glance at Garen.
Garen smiled but remained silent.
It was better for a long-dead person not to be known by others.
More accurately, it was a father who did not wish for his son to see his face but could not resist engaging in conversation under the guise of a stranger.
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