Chapter 754: Survivors of Mersha’s Potions

A month later, just as God Gym’s war preparation had reached a terrifying level, a message arrived from the Dragon Gods.

Garion stopped watching the athletes crawl through gravity training and turned around. "Finally?"

A crimson projection opened in front of him.

Varkhor’s figure appeared within it, his molten eyes calm but heavy. "Garion. We have gathered information from the captured Dragon Slayer."

Garion’s grin slowly widened. "Good. Found their base?"

Varkhor nodded. "Several. But one of them is far more important than the rest."

He paused briefly before continuing, "We will escort you there personally."

Garion raised an eyebrow. "Why? Just send the coordinates."

Nyxvar’s voice came from the side of the projection. "They have spatial locks around their important bases. Direct teleportation into the area is difficult."

Garion nodded, then tilted his head slightly. "So what do we do then? Are you going to escort us there?"

Nyxvar nodded. "Yes. Come to the fortress through the teleportation route first. Once you arrive, we will escort you to the enemy base ourselves."

Garion’s grin widened as he cracked his neck. "Got it. Wait for me. I’ll prepare my people first."

After saying that, he closed the projection. A short while later, Garion gathered his forces.

In total, he only brought around one hundred people.

These one hundred were the athletes who had remained standing after surviving Garion’s training and Mersha’s horrendous potions.

Now, their strength had increased multiple times compared to before.

And the one leading them was Dahlia.

Garion looked at them and grinned. "Alright, all of you worked hard this month. Now it’s time to let all of it out."

The athletes roared.

After one crazy month of training, torture, gravity pressure, combat drills, and Mersha’s potions, they could finally release all their pent-up frustration.

Soon, Garion and his people stood on the teleportation platform.

The next moment, space twisted.

When their vision cleared again, they had arrived at the ancient dragon fortress.

Aurelion was already waiting near the platform, but the moment he saw Garion’s army, he frowned.

He pointed at the people behind Garion. "Garion... are my eyes having problems? Are these really the forces you are taking?"

Abyron’s gaze swept across the group. "From what I can see, there are only a hundred of them. Please tell me there are more."

Garion shook his head casually. "No. These hundred people are all there are. This is the army I’m taking to war."

Aurelion’s frown deepened. "The fuck? You call this an army? Are you freaking kidding me? Our enemy is a race, not a nation or a planet."

Garion grinned and waved his hand dismissively. "Don’t worry too much, Aurelion. These one hundred are the best of the best. They’re enough."

Behind him, Dahlia laughed. "Damn right. We’ve been training like crazy for a month and even suffered through Mersha’s potions."

The moment Mersha’s potions were mentioned, the entire group shuddered.

Valtor cracked his knuckles and roared, "Yeah! We suffered all that torture for this day. Don’t underestimate us, you lizard. We’re stronger than we look."

Aurelion’s expression darkened. Being called a lizard was clearly an insult. However, Varkhor raised one hand and stopped him.

He looked at Garion, then sighed. "Let him be, Aurelion. If Garion says they are strong, then they are strong. Let’s see what happens later."

Garion grinned. "Hahaha! Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to help you win this war."

Then his eyes sharpened slightly. "So... where are we going? Our bodies are getting restless."

Varkhor observed the group for a moment before sighing again.

Then he raised one hand, and a projection of a dark planet appeared before them. "Today, the target is this world."

The projection zoomed in.

A black-red planet appeared, surrounded by jagged rings made of broken dragon bones and metallic debris.

Varkhor’s voice turned colder. "This planet is called [Vyrmgrave Planet]. From the name and appearance, I believe you can already guess why."

The name alone made several Dragon Gods’ expressions darken.

Varkhor continued, "The reason we chose this planet is because, from the information we obtained from the captured Dragon Slayer, their leader is staying here."

Garion’s eyes sharpened slightly. "Leader, huh? So basically, you want us to break through directly and go for the king."

Varkhor nodded. "Yes. If we destroy the king first, it will be easier to kill the rest."

Garion rubbed his chin. "How strong is he?"

Varkhor’s expression became serious. "From what we gathered, his strength should be around Second Rank Divine Dragon Slayer."

Garion tilted his head. "That’s the same as Intermediate-Rank God, isn’t it?"

Varkhor nodded. "Yes. And not only that, there should also be around ten First Rank Divine Dragon Slayers and a large number of Celestial Dragon Slayers."

The air became heavier.

Aurelion looked toward Garion and narrowed his eyes. "Still think one hundred people is enough?"

Hearing that, Garion’s grin didn’t fade at all. If anything, it widened even more.

He only rolled his shoulders and looked at the black-red planet in the projection. "When I say enough, it’s enough."

The one hundred God Gym athletes behind them straightened their backs at the same time the moment they heard what Garion said.

Garion took one step forward and grinned. "Alright, enough stalling. Let’s fucking go. My body’s already getting restless from standing around doing nothing."

The hundred athletes behind him immediately roared in response.

"YEAH!"

"Finally!"

"Come on! Let us loose already!"

Garion’s grin widened as their voices shook the air. "That’s more like it."

Aurelion’s eyebrow twitched. "Damn you."

Garion chuckled, ignoring him as he simply waited there with his athletes for the Dragon Gods.

Varkhor looked at them and sighed for a moment before finally turning toward the others. "Prepare the ship."

The moment he said this, the dragon attendants immediately went out to prepare the huge ship.

Nyxcar raised one claw and directly tore open a rift leading toward the ship. "Come on, Garion. Get over here. Let’s go inside the ship."

Garion grinned and waved his hand forward. "Come on, God Gym. It’s time to work."

The one hundred athletes roared behind him as they followed him into the rift.