Mystical Journey

Chapter 663: Surprise Attack 1

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Garen's thoughts flowed through his mind quickly for a few moments while he pondered about several things.

Undoubtedly, he was currently at a level where he was already very familiar with his Secret Techniques and himself. However, after his countless practices to familiarize himself with this, and the numerous inspections of his own body, he had discovered secrets that were hidden deeper within.

‘Our world is merely a tiny part of the dark, endless, and infinite universe. A human being's electromagnetic spectrum can only detect less than one percent of light spectrums, while the other ninety-nine percent of this is mere darkness. Meanwhile, these are merely the results of supposed scientific and technological probing. In reality, the light waves in the universe are more extensive. Occasionally, we are completely unable to use wavelengths and frequencies to differentiate spectrums,' said Black Sethe softly.

"I understand these things that you are saying," said Garen quietly. "The universe that we can see is less than one percent of the true universe. This is only the light that we are able to see. Out of the parts of the universe that can be seen because of this light, we would gradually be able to unearth the true enigmas of the universe if we were able to see the remaining dark areas of the universe, is that true?"

‘The Warlocks have already done a part of it. They were able to come into contact with a broader world through the Dream World. Furthermore, they were also able to contact stronger civilizations through their Secret Techniques. Once they had seen the world outside the spectrum, that magnificent and unimaginable world was something that you would not be able to comprehend at all. Various life forms and different types of marvelous laws. The universe is so mysterious but you and I are so insignificant. Even the entire Warlock civilization was but a tiny wave in the universe, and perhaps not even that. Even the Mother Stream which we regard as vast and infinite is merely a belief that we hold because of our inexperience and narrow-mindedness.'

Garen was temporarily mesmerized by Black Sethe's descriptions of these characteristics.

‘The Underworld is what we regard as the deepest and most mystical part of our universe and is collectively known as the eternal depths. We can only see a tiny part of the universe while the rest is merely endless darkness that forms the depths of eternal mystery. We pursue the different lights that we see. Some of those lights bear knowledge while others bear the weight of history. We firmly believe that there is only one ray of light that we are able to see in this universe. That light has recorded all of the mysteries and history of the universe. Its wavelengths are unimaginable while its frequencies use units of millions of years. It views the effects of stronger gravitational forces and rules as merely light rain.' The tone of Black Sethe's voice made him sound like an extremely devout follower who was describing his one and only firm believe.

‘That, is the Eternal Light.'

Garen held his breath and remained silent for a moment.

Eternal Light was a piece of information that he had been completely unable to find in his books. Although Ancient Endorian civilizations worshipped the Underworld, the thing that they were actually pursuing was the Eternal Light that recorded all knowledge.

‘Legend has it that as long as you can adjust the frequency of your soul to a weird degree, you will be able to absorb a certain extent of the Eternal Light's effects and gain some of its mysterious knowledge,' Black Sethe lamented. ‘It's unfortunate that no one has been able to accomplish this successfully before. We have never been able to prove the existence of the Eternal Light the same way we have yet to prove the existence of the eternal Underworld.'

Garen listened quietly. He had never heard these things that Black Sethe was saying before as they were the cores essences of the beliefs of the Ancient Endorian civilizations.

‘Whatever, what's the use of saying this now?' Black Sethe was somewhat down-hearted. "Organize all of this properly. This Demonic Book may end up affecting your martial arts greatly.'

His voice drifted off into silence. It seemed as though this conversation had caused his yearning for the once prosperous civilization to reemerge.

Garen sat at his desk for a long time, waiting for his emotions to calm down before knocking the table slowly.

"Come in."

His subordinate who had been waiting outside the door for a long time pushed it open slowly before walking into the room.

He was a young man with golden hair who was fully clad in black clothes. A silver colored ‘7' was embroidered on the collar of his clothes.

"Reports that were just delivered from the hidden room." The man placed the informational documents that he was holding on Garen's table.

Garen picked up the information and scanned through it before his brow wrinkled slightly at once.

Information about most of the forces that participated in carrying out surprise attacks on the Nighthawks was written there.

The largest Primary Color group was apparently listed there. The Primary Color's White Phoenix whose person in charge was Gremlin, an arrogant man who was currently 56 years old, had an irritable personality and was haughty and rude towards others. Garen could not understand why he was leader of White Phoenix at all.

The Viper mercenaries were next. They were one of the top ten mercenary groups in Europe which possessed an abundance of strength. Their expertise lay in silent hunting tactics that allowed them to complete various tasks in extremely quiet conditions. The name of their commander was unknown as everyone merely referred to him as King Snake.

The Bailey Group came after that. Their boss was called Kabb while the person in charge was Medis. His behavior was kind and gentle, and it was rumored that he only joined their operations because he was forced to participate by the Primary Colors.

White Phoenix, Viper, and the Bailey Group were the three key participants who were involved in this incident. However, there were more than ten other smaller mercenary groups and assassin teams with lower rankings as well.

The group that caused the greatest losses within the Nighthawks were White Phoenix and Viper. White Phoenix's strongest subordinates, the Ohio Silk mercenary group was the second mercenary group in Europe that possessed extremely powerful fighting abilities. They had robbed Jay of the various antiques and relics that Garen had found, and were even able to suppress him to the point where he was unable to escape. He was currently still at the Black Uniform's headquarters.

"White Phoenix's Ohio Silk?" Garen put the papers down. The Black Uniforms and the Nighthawks were his left and right-hand men. Meanwhile, when White Phoenix initially faced the dilemma of their destroyed headquarters, they were supposed to change their person in charge first. Instead, their previous leader remained, and they had yet to make a move until now. Currently, they had suddenly sent their strongest elite mercenary group out, meaning that they definitely had new plans by now.

The Primary Colors were like giants, humongous giants. Consenting to these actions meant that they were really planning to make their moves against the Nighthawks.

Garen tidied his train of thought. He knew that this fight would be inevitable. He lifted the landline telephone gently and dialed a number.

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Jay's body was wrapped in a black trench coat. He wore a hat and sunglasses and covered more than half of his face with a mask, making it completely impossible to see his face clearly.

He strolled along the streets of Bailey, blending with the crowds as if he was merely an office worker who was completely unnoticeable.

He circled around a street performer who was playing the accordion. He raised his head and glanced at the gloomy white clouds in the sky before his phone rang suddenly.

He took his handphone out and glanced at the number before walking to the corner of an unassuming public bus stand and taking the call there.

"Boss."

"How's your situation?" Garen's voice echoed from the phone.

"The Ohio Silk members are still pursuing me, but I managed to get rid of two of them. I need backup." Jay did not dare to let his guard down when he replied. His pupils would occasionally scan from left to right. He lowered his voice to a volume that was just enough for the other person to hear.

"Listen, Ohio Silk members are subordinates of White Phoenix. In reality, this organization was formed when White Phoenix selected its own elite members. Their characteristics are their extremely powerful and technologically advanced equipment," Garen mentioned. "The latest weapons that the Primary Colors and White Phoenix created will likely be on them. Since you've been unable to escape their tracks for such a long time, it's better for you to check if there's anything wrong with your body."

He paused for a moment. "I will send some people as backup. However, Ohio Silk has adjusted our surface connections. Therefore, it is very likely that the people I send over will be monitored at once. At most, they will only be able to lighten a part of your burdens."

"This will be enough. I will head to Berlin as soon as possible." Jay had gotten used to living on the edge of life and death. His expression remained unchanged. As long as Boss did not forsake him, everything else would not be an obstacle.

"Take care of your safety," reminded Garen finally.

The phone call was cut off before Jay quickly deleted his call log. After that, he selected the function to forcefully erase the RAM. Storage tools would always be able to restore data to a certain extent. As long as one possessed adequate skills, a large amount of data could still be restored from hard disks that had been reformatted twice. In order to prevent Boss's number from getting leaked, his handphone was custom made and could hide his storage more than ten times in a short space of time to ensure that it was completely secret.

After keeping his phone, Jay stuck both of his hands into pockets and left the bus stand quickly.

Soon after, two unassuming men in plain clothes within the crowd began to tail him from different angles and speeds.

There was a spacious office in a silver skyscraper further away.

Two young men sat in front of a strange-looking computer. Both of them were donning sophisticated black earphones while they stared at the computer screen with a fixed gaze.

The shape of the computer resembled a shell that had split into two separate halves. There was a large display screen on the front while two men stood in front of two other glass screens that were nearly transparent. Various monitor screens flashed on the translucent screens endlessly.

These screens had been separated into small palm-sized areas that were neatly arranged on the screen as if they had been captured by someone from a high angle.

"The other party has either used obstructive clothing or something to cut off the signal. Make the electronic mosquitoes fly a little closer," said a man's voice from behind the two others.

"Boss, you're here." Both of them turned their heads and stood up simultaneously.

"Make sure to follow close behind so that you don't lose him." The other man waved his hand uninterestedly. "How long will the odor-tracking last?"

"About thirty-five minutes."

The man who had arrived earlier nodded.

"Get Lotus Pearl to move out. She just came back from her break but it's time for her to make a move already."

This man had a pale face, hooked beak-like nose, sinister gaze, a slightly raised lower jaw, and a height of almost 190 centimeters. There was an arrogant expression on his face whenever he spoke or looked at people.

He was Gremlin, White Phoenix's new person in charge. He was extremely dissatisfied with his predecessor and carried himself with a heavy air of influence from his moment of arrival.

"The Nighthawks all have a set of specialized ways to activate their own potentials. Pay attention and see if you can capture them alive. According to the information from our research and development section, these methods of activating potential could very likely form new impacts on our current technology. It may be able to produce new results as well," Gremlin mentioned.

"Understood," both of the people who were monitoring the situation nodded after receiving his commands.

Their fingers clicked on the keyboard constantly while countless wireless signals were continuously released.

The mercenaries in the outside world who were hidden amongst the crowds of normal people raised their wrists and looked at their watches at once. New sets of finely written characters and symbols flashed on their black watches occasionally.

Anticipation began to stir in Gremlin's heart as he watched his subordinates adjust the forces that were encircling Jay.

Ever since the Nighthawks had made a name for themselves, the source of their powerful strengths caused people in the outside world to harbor suspicions and investigate them. Recently, a high-level Black Uniform member that was seeking shelter revealed a shocking secret.

This was the key factor that influenced the superiors of the Primary Colors to strongly support the White Phoenix's counter-attacks against the Nighthawks.

When he thought of the discovery that gave normal people the chance to become extraordinarily powerful, hatred began to bubble up Gremlin's heart.

"We must obtain the Secret Method of absorbing the energy from antiques and relics! Since the Nighthawks are so powerful, it's very likely that a Secret Method like this already exists! To think that they could achieve such power in the span of a few short years…"

When he thought of this, his heart began to burn with rage.