Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method-Chapter 457: Garion Chose The Worst Option

The sky roared as multiple flying ships cut through the clouds.

Garion stood near the front of his ship, looking ahead. Behind him, the others stood ready.

Valtor cracked his knuckles again. "Finally... I was getting bored just flying."

The twins leaned near the window, looking down.

Rynor grinned. "Whoa... There are a lot of them."

Rynar nodded. "Yeah. Not just one or two."

Garion glanced sideways toward the other ships flying alongside them. "What about the plan?"

On another ship nearby, a Drakenfel elder responded through a communication device. "Of course we split."

His voice came through clearly. "There are too many dragon dens. We attack multiple points at once."

Garion smirked slightly. "Good."

Then he spoke again. "Then give me the hardest one."

There was a short pause on the communication line.

"...You’re serious?" the Drakenfel elder asked.

Garion turned slightly, a small grin on his face. "Of course."

He tapped his chest lightly. "Let me show you... just how good we are."

Valtor laughed loudly behind him. "Haha! That’s what I like to hear!"

The twins raised their hands. "Hardest one, let’s go! Yeah, bring it on!"

Rachel only shook her head slightly, but she was smiling. "...As expected."

The twins raised their hands. "Hardest one, let’s go! Yeah, bring it on!"

Rachel only shook her head slightly, but she was smiling. "...As expected."

The Drakenfel elder sighed softly on the other end. "...Fine. If you want the hardest one..."

There was a slight pause as he checked the map. "...Then take this."

A location marker appeared on Garion’s phone.

Garion raised an eyebrow slightly. "Oh?"

The elder continued. "There’s a reason for that."

His tone became more serious. "Inside that den... they are raising a special subspecies."

Garion’s eyes narrowed slightly. "What kind?"

The elder answered clearly. "...Golden Dragons."

The room went quiet for a moment.

The Drakenfel elder continued, "They have higher intelligence, stronger bodies, and better control over their power. They are extremely valuable."

Garion stared at the location for a few seconds. Then... A slow smirk appeared on his face. "Perfect."

He turned back toward the front window. "Then we’ll take this one."

Valtor grinned widely. "Haha! Now that sounds like a real fight!"

The twins cracked their knuckles. "Golden Dragons, huh? Let’s see how golden they really are."

Valtor grinned widely. "Haha! Now that sounds like a real fight!"

The twins cracked their knuckles. "Golden Dragons, huh? Let’s see how golden they really are."

The ship slightly adjusted its direction.

Below them... One of the dens stood out.

Smaller than others but surrounded by thicker defenses.

Garion’s eyes sharpened. "Let’s go."

The ship began its descent straight toward the most dangerous den.

The moment it broke through the clouds, the guards below noticed.

One of them looked up, eyes widening. "Flying ship!"

He immediately turned and shouted. "There is an attack incoming!"

Alarms echoed across the den.

Dozens of guards rushed out, each one already summoning their beasts.

From the ground, massive creatures emerged, which were giant lizards. Each one released a heavy aura.

Garion stood at the front of the ship and looked down. "...They’re already ready."

He turned slightly. "Everyone."

The door behind him opened. "Go."

Valtor didn’t wait. "Haha! Finally!"

He jumped straight out of the ship.

Boom.

He landed heavily on the ground below, cracking the surface.

The twins followed right after.

"Race you down!"

"Oi! I’m faster!"

They dropped from the sky, landing on opposite sides of Valtor.

Rachel stepped forward calmly and descended more smoothly.

Dahlia, Clara, Eliza, and the others followed behind.

Within seconds, the battlefield formed. The guards rushed forward on their giant lizards.

One of them pointed his spear. "Kill them!"

The beasts roared and charged.

Valtor grinned. "Haha! Come!"

He stepped forward without hesitation and threw a punch.

Boom.

The first lizard was sent flying backward.

Meanwhile, the twins looked at the incoming enemies.

Rynor frowned slightly. "...Wait."

Rynar narrowed his eyes. "Yeah..."

They both looked at each other. Then back at the enemies.

"Master." Rynor spoke up. "These guys...aren’t normal."

Rynar added, "I can feel it. Demonic mana."

The aura from the guards and their beasts felt strange.

Garion stepped down from the ship slowly, landing behind them.

He glanced at the enemies briefly. "...Black Chimera."

Rachel nodded beside him. "They’ve all changed their cultivation path."

Clara tilted her head. "So they’re all experiments now?"

Eliza stayed silent, but her eyes were focused.

Garion didn’t look concerned.

He simply shrugged. "So what?"

He looked at his disciples. "They’re enemies."

He pointed forward. "Destroy them."

Valtor laughed loudly. "That’s all I needed to hear!"

He rushed forward again, smashing into another lizard.

The twins grinned at the same time. "Alright! Let’s go!"

They dashed out in opposite directions.

The battlefield exploded into action.

Meanwhile, high above the battlefield...

Pelion was already there.

He stood calmly on top of a massive black flame bird, its wings slowly beating as dark fire flickered around its body. From above, he could see everything.

The guards clashing with Garion’s group.

The explosions of power were spreading across the dragon den.

Pelion narrowed his eyes slightly. "...Quite a lot came to fight."

More flying ships could be seen in the distance. Other Grand Factions were already attacking different areas.

He let out a soft chuckle. "But do they really think...we can lose this easily?"

His voice was calm but filled with confidence.

Behind him, several figures stood in the air. All dressed in black.

Pelion didn’t turn, but raised one hand slightly. "Look carefully."

His tone became sharper. "Show them...why we are feared."

The black-clothed figures straightened at the same time. "Yes."

A faint smile appeared on his face.

"Let’s remind them... why we are still here in this world in the middle of them."

The black flame bird beneath him let out a low cry as the black-clothed people left the bird.

Each of them rode their own beasts to go to the tothebattlefied below. The real war was going to start.