I Regenerate 10,000 Times Faster

First, he had to rejoin with Aelira and the others. After all, they'd come here as a party. In this place that crawled with hungry wolves, only companions could be trusted.

"I hope nothing happened to them."

Tyrion frowned and quickened his pace. He didn't have to worry about Aelira, with her strength. Nyxa and Michael were also strong enough to protect themselves. But then there was Lara, the weakest. If she'd been left alone, she'd definitely take hits due to her fiery temper.

Even though Lara was a little unreasonable at times, she was still a good person. Tyrion didn't want anything bad to happen to her.

By the time Tyrion was done with those thoughts, he'd already sped through several thousand-meter long corridors — and it'd only taken him a little over ten minutes. He'd already passed through a few stone chambers, main halls, and other types of rooms where some sort of Genetic power ripple rippled. However, he only glanced once into those rooms before he flew on.

The things inside them weren't worth his time.

"I should've travelled the perimeter by now."

The more Tyrion flew, the fewer halls and stone chambers he could sense. However, his sense of the scale only grew larger. Compared to the previous dimensions he'd visited, this palace was much more intricate and majestic.

Tyrion passed through another corridor and almost entered another stone chamber. The stone gate to the chamber had already been smashed and a few humanoid figures stood in the room with ripples of wild Genetic energy pouring from their bodies.

Tyrion glanced into the ransacked chamber and hesitated. Finally, he decided not to press forward for the time being.

But just as Tyrion was about to turn around, a burst of laughter drifted out of the stone chamber.

"Haha. Beauty, you should obediently hand that item over. Even though you've offended us, the great Lion Tiger Regiment, we can still forget about punishment — that is, if you're obedient. Otherwise, don't blame us once your smooth skin falls into our hands."

"Dream on!"

An icy-cold voice spat back at the laughter. A voice filled with anger and deep hatred.

"Is that so? Then don't blame us. Brothers, capture this ice beauty for me!" They laughed again.

Tyrion halted his steps outside the stone chamber and narrowed his eyes. He'd heard that voice before — that must be Nyxa.

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The stone hall was spacious and majestic; but due to the corrosion of time, it'd collapsed a little. Several huge bronze pillars laid around the main hall in crumpled heaps. It gave off the feeling of an ancient ruin.

Several human figures were spread around the ruin-like hall. Only at the center of the room was there a small gathering of about a dozen or so people. There was an air of oppression about the hall, though the others in the room didn't dare to show their opinions about it. They were well-aware of Crimson Tiger Institute — it was one of the top adventurer parties in the area.

Furthermore, both leaders were present, so no one dared to test their luck.

A 5-meters tall bronze statue stood at the end of the hall. The statue's feet were mottled and it glared with wide eyes as it emitted a violent energy ripple. It was so detailed that it looked as if it was actually alive.

Two nicks were carved into the rams of the bronze statue.

Under the state was a beautiful, sexy, yet ice-cold girl. She wore a frigid expression that was filled with anger.

"Little beauty, if you don't hand it over, then don't blame us for not knowing how to be tender." A roguish smile passed through Crimson Tiger Institute. The leader drooled as he passed his eyes over the ice beauty's tender and full features and he felt a demonic fire ignite in his heart. Her figure was too good.

The ice queen standing before Crimson Tiger Institute was Nyxa, of course. "Don't go too far. You guys already snatched away one my Sacred Relics, and you're still not satisfied?" she growled through her teeth with an ice-cold expression.

She wanted to kill all the despicable men in front of her, but she knew that she was only a Pseudo-Fiendgod Stage; the leaders of this Lion Tiger Regiment were on the same level. On top of that, they had two Quasi-Fiendgod Stage experts. And they had numbers. The subordinates glared at her like tigers watching their prey. She definitely wouldn't be the one to benefit from a fight.

That middle-aged man of Crimson Tiger Institute stepped forward and raised his arm. A dark red bracelet appeared on his wrist. It was shaped like a scarlet red dragon — the head and tail linked together to form a circular bracelet. A powerful Energy wave rippled from it and one could hear the faint roars of a dragon.

The glow from the Arcanal Dragonized Bracelet nearly engulfed the body of the middle-aged man.

All eyes in the stone hall were fixed on the Arcanal Dragonized Bracelet. Expressions of greed flashed over their faces. When the odd signs of an emerging treasure first showed in the stone hall, Nyxa had been the first to notice. Something strange was happening to the statue's wrists, so she'd reduced the areas on those wrists to dust.

As the clay fell away, everyone saw the genetic light bloom from the gashes. The statue was wearing a pair of dragon-shaped bracelets that flickered with genetic light. The roars of dragons echoed through the hall.

Those definitely weren't ordinary Sacred Relics. Guesses were that the Arcanal Dragonized Bracelets were a High Rank Sacred Relic.

High Rank Sacred Relic.

Those four words were enough to make many eyes turn red. A High Rank Sacred Relic could easily auction for millions of Gold relic coins back in White Dragon Overlord City. And now, the High Rank Sacred Relics — the Arcanal Dragonized Bracelets — had appeared. Of course, it caused no small commotion.

Everyone stood paralysed in wonder, but Nyxa was the first to break from the trance. She acted first and seized one of the Arcanal Dragonized Bracelets without hinderance.

But the moment she snatched up the Arcanal Dragonized Bracelets, the two leaders of Crimson Tiger Institute also saw their chance. The two of them joined hands and forced Nyxa to retreat. They'd also stolen one of the Arcanal Dragonized Bracelets.

However, those two hadn't been satisfied with that; they could tell that the two Sacred Relics were a set, which meant that their true might could only be unleashed when used together. That's why they refused to let the other Arcanal Dragonized Bracelet fall into Nyxa's hands.

The middle-aged man gently caressed his Arcanal Dragonized Bracelet and smiled at Nyxa. "Hand over the other Arcanal Dragonized Bracelet. We promise not to hurt you."

This man was one of Crimson Tiger Institute's two leaders — Collins. He was well-known in the Prime Draconis Ridge.

Nyxa grounded her teeth and her charming eyes seemed to erupt with flames. These people from Crimson Tiger Institute were being too much.

"If you want to steal the Arcanal Dragonized Bracelet from my hands, you're welcome to try!" Nyxa's voice was icy-cold. She wore only one bracelet shaped like a fire-dragon on her diamond-like wrist. A wild Genetic energy influenced the natural Genetic energy caused it to shake.

"Haha. Do you think you can confront our Lion Tiger Regiment all alone?" Collins coldly smiled. He wasn't bothered by whether or not the bystanders would gossip about them of taking advantage with numbers. As far as he could see, there was only benefits to be had from this situation. What would he care about gossip?

"Big Brother, we'll act together and capture her. We'll see how long she can act tough!" The other leader of Crimson Tiger Institute, Collinson, coldly proposed. He was the one who Tyrion had fought before.

If the Arcanal Dragonized Bracelets had only been Middle Rank Sacred Relics, then perhaps they wouldn't have cared so much. Such a Sacred Relic might be tempting, but it wouldn't be something that they absolutely had to get their hands on. But this was a different story with a High Rank Sacred Relic.

Even though there was only one difference between ranks, the power difference was like that between heaven and earth. If they obtained that High Rank Sacred Relic, they wouldn't even need to fear a Fiendgod Stage Initial Phase expert. They could even use their connections to suppress their opponent.

In the Prime Draconis Ridge, the decently-strong forces all possessed Middle Rank Sacred Relics. But none other than the three major forces the amount of forces that possessed High Rank Sacred Relic wouldn't exceed the fingers on one hand.

Above the High Rank Sacred Relics were Peerless Rank Sacred Relics. However, artifacts of that level were objects that exceeded their imaginations. It's said that Sacred Relics of that level possessed their own intelligence. Profound and boundless with the power to move mountains and split seas.

Forget about the Prime Draconis Ridge, there weren't even that many forces on the entire Blue Swirl Continent that possessed Peerless Rank Sacred Relics.

Collins nodded as he stared at Nyxa with a dark and cold expression.