A country road in the English countryside.
On the sloping lawn by the roadside, a staggering man with a pale complexion clutched his chest as he kept moving forward on the grass.
Every time he took a step, yellow and black bullets would be squeezed out between his fingers covering his chest. These bullets fell to the ground one after another and landed on the grass, but there was no trace of blood.
The wound between the man's fingers was only a red slit. This slit was like a mouth, and bullets would be spit out every once in a while.
Under the scorching sun, the man's skin became paler and paler, and he could clearly see a red moon-like scar between his brows.
He looked back from time to time, as if worried that someone was chasing him.
His lips were chapped and crusted like someone who hasn't had water in a long time.
Chi Chi Chi!
In an instant, three black shadows appeared around his side, surrounding him in a triangle shape.
None of the three shadows could see their faces. It seemed that they were three men wearing black cloaks, and the light around them was a bit blurred.
There was no sound, and three groups of black shadows appeared, and they flew towards the man in the middle, like three black lightning bolts, but they didn't make any sound.
With the same snort, the body of the man in the middle blurred for a while, and disappeared in place, and with a flicker, he appeared tens of meters away.
But those three black shadows just stood at the original position, tilted their bodies, and then fell to the ground, turning into three black ash, and even their clothes were completely ashes.
He glanced at the ashes of the three on the ground. The man coughed a few times.
"Assassinate Lord Hongyue. You people... all deserve to die! If it weren't for the blockade by the blood alliance, there must be people from the secret party around Lord Pale! We must find a way."
The man's figure quickly disappeared into the woods.
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on the plane
Garen fell into deep thought.
His Killing Hand secret weapon is a top-level secret weapon derived from the ancient Yinduo Demon King. It has a powerful ability to absorb vitality. This ability is also very lethal against ordinary vampires, but I don’t know if it can deal with dead-level vampires. Effect.
At this time, he took a closer look at his current state of Mi Wu.
'Garon Thomas.
Strength 2.8. Dexterity 2.7. Constitution 2.9. Intelligence 2.4. Potential 1558%. Soul Limit 30.
Seed of Soul: Northern Halberd Soldier Cold Flame True Water Evil Art. '
'Violin Mastery: Second, Mastery Level. (a total of three levels)'
'Killing Hands: Tier Three: Bloody. (A total of four floors, which can be derived and evolved to a higher level)
Black Sass, one of the forty-two demon kings of Guyinduo, has an indescribable killing talent. His eyes can annihilate souls as long as he touches them. His hands are said to be able to bring everything back to death, whether it is living things or non-living things.'
"Fifteen potential points, if you forcibly increase the level of the Killing Hand" Garen wanted to predict the effect of the calculated Killing Hand, but unfortunately, this magic skill was similar to the secret martial arts of life he had practiced before. However, he also cannot predict the level after the simulation.
Garen set his sights on the Killing Hand skill.
Suddenly, a short message flashed through my mind.
'It takes ten potential points to improve the killing hand. '
If it is impossible to practice another power system in a short period of time, then it may be a good direction to choose the evolution of the killing hand whose progress is unknown.
Garen finally made up his mind and focused his gaze on the Killing Hand.
In an instant, the icon began to blur for a while, followed by violent shaking.
The potential point fell like a waterfall at a rapid speed, from the value of 15 points to the point of 5 points in an instant. The five-point potential value that I just got disappeared quickly. Perhaps there will be a new supplement only after all the cultural relics and antiques organized by the men in black are received.
The Killing Hand icon quickly began to stabilize.
Soon, a brand new triangular icon with a black light edge regrouped and formed.
'The Killing Hand: The Fourth Layer: Slaughter (derivative layers are being formed)
The frantic slaughter brought great joy to Black Sass, and his hands began to be able to take away the soul of the enemy through specific acupuncture points. The Slaughtering Hand after the fourth level will be able to accumulate more and greater vitality, and by collecting the information of the practitioner itself, a new derivative level will be formed. '
Seed of Soul has an additional strengthening effect—Icy Essence (adding ice lethality to the attack, which can cause freezing damage to the enemy. It is extremely resistant to the ice environment)'
Garen checked carefully for a long time, but he didn't find any major changes in the killing hand on the fourth floor. It's just that the capacity to store vitality has increased, and then the corresponding part of the secret martial arts naturally appeared in his mind. Those are killing Some unannotated acupoint information recorded by Zhishou Miwu itself. Some of these acupoints are known to him, only a few are not discovered by him, and all of them can be fatal, but such things are worthless to him. There is nothing he can do about it. If it is true that according to what AG said, if they can't find their real bodies, they can't kill them, then it will be really troublesome.
A little bit disappointed, but after all, nothing will develop according to my own wishes.
He also didn't take it seriously very quickly, and when the blood clan war started, he would always find a chance to hunt a blood clan above the median level as an experiment for his killing hand.
At this moment, the ancient scroll in his hand suddenly moved slightly.
Garen quickly and gently opened the ancient scroll and placed it at an angle where no outsiders could see it.
Finally, a line of clear text appeared on it, which was obviously written by AG.
Hong Yue, the second dead disciple of the Ming Party, was seriously injured and escaped missing. Maybe you can start, your first step practice. '
'To become a real witch, a dream is the first step. '
Next, AG began to popularize the classification of wizards and witches to Gallon.
It is also divided according to the corresponding blood race, dead disciple level, upper rank, middle rank, lower rank, apprentice (vampire), they are actually divided according to the level of blood race they can deal with.
And until now, among the wizards, there is only one dead-level witch—the Mother of Lions, and the other regional leaders are only high-ranking witches, and the wizard, the only known high-ranking wizard, is left alone.
Wizards are actually beings that are about to be annihilated in history, and have been completely eliminated by the group of witches.
'That's why the blood race is so powerful, because they have four dead disciples. ' AG said so.
"Then my strength is only at the upper level?" Garen asked.
'Your situation is very dangerous and strange, but maybe the strange power of your hands makes the vampire fearful, so even though you don't have the slightest consciousness dream resistance, the other party still didn't attack you. You are special. However, the strength of your hands cannot keep your consciousness, so you are still affected by him in that dream. This shows that you are still very dangerous, and your strength is far from enough to deal with the attacks of the Dead Apostles. '
'Unless you are willing to free your hands, but that is only a temporary relief, dead disciples are immortal, you can't kill them. Of course, I don't really know what happens when you face the Dead Apostles. '
Garen frowned.
"Now, I put aside my own strength, how long will it take me to learn the foundation of your power system?"
'I don't know, maybe a month, maybe more. '
"You said just now that the second dead disciple named Hongyue was seriously injured and escaped? Didn't you mean that they were hard to kill? They couldn't find their real bodies."
"There are two dead disciples who are very familiar with him and he is besieging him. My news has always been from a definite channel, so there is no need to doubt it. Even Pai Bai, the number one dead disciple, didn't know about this news. But it can't be hidden for long. ’ AG replies.
"Then which faction is the Dead Apostle who marked me?" Garen asked.
'Unfortunately, I don't know, but I have a guess, a very bold guess, maybe that Dead Apostle doesn't belong to any camp at all, and its breath mark is something I have never seen before. '
"You mean, a new Dead Apostle who has been drifting outside the two camps?"
'Perhaps worse.'
"Then what do you mean by alliance at the beginning? It's your companion?" Garen asked again.
There was silence for a while, and then the handwriting was replied.
'The minimum condition for becoming a wizard is to have an alliance of your own. It is a companion that can be trusted without any barriers. We generally believe that it is a body consciousness split from the self, but no one has studied it clearly. You can ask him questions, and he will answer all your questions, which you know instinctively but cannot dig out from the depths of your memory. '
Garen frowned deeply.
He didn't like to trust the other party without knowing the details. That alliance of sorts sounds like a precursor to schizophrenia.
Perhaps we can only study the wizard's power system and absorb the part that deals with the vampires
He began to think that as long as the man in black got a large number of cultural relics, he might gain a large number of new potential points, and then he would have more choices.
He had a hunch that the derivative level after the Killing Hand might give him an unexpected surprise. Although he couldn't figure out the reason behind it.
As for AG's evaluation of him, he naturally doesn't care too much, after all, he still has a lot of things that haven't been exposed. Such as boldness.
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United States—Grandel Township
night at twelve o'clock
Aisharo and his younger sister Alisha were coming out of the small supermarket on the side of the road. The car had already been filled with gas and the gas card had been swiped.
Aisharo signaled her sister to get in the car first, and took out her mobile phone to read the text messages. The white light of the mobile phone shone on her face, making her look a little blindingly white.
In a blink of an eye, the sisters have been in this small town for several years. She did some calculations, but she didn't realize for a while that such a peaceful life was so comfortable that they almost forgot their previous days.
"Hey sister, there is a person lying here!" Suddenly, the voice of sister Arisa came from the side of the car.
"Um?"
Aisharo straightened his long hair with one hand and strode over.
He saw that on the other side of his white car lay a man in tatters and unconscious.
There were no wounds or blood on the man, and he looked like a homeless man.
"Sister, shall we take him home?" Arisa seemed to be overflowing with sympathy. She has always been like this, with a great love for poor things, whether they are people or animals.
"No, that's a man. What if he has bad intentions?" Aisharo decided to take the opportunity to educate his sister.
"Sister, are you still afraid of such a thin man?" Alisha asked puzzled, "Didn't you hit five or six with ease before?"
Seeing his sister's begging expression, Aisharo also sighed helplessly.
"Okay, okay, wait for him to go back, it's not like I haven't met him before."
Neither of them noticed that the comatose man had a red moon-like scar between his brows, which was the blood symbol of Hongyue's subordinates.
(end of this chapter)