After the two laughed for a while, Kabu took a sip of the coffee on the table.
"However, speaking of it, is there any name for the identity of the King of Nighthawks?"
Medis nodded.
"Since you mentioned this, I have collected information about the other party from various sources. From the airport flight analysis, using the intelligence exclusion method, we have screened all the people who may be the King of Nighthawks during that time The information obtained is a bit strange."
"Oh? What's weird."
"Judging from the flight information, the Nighthawk King should have booked the ticket through someone else. In the Lucky Stone Bell incident, he didn't have his own appearance. After comparison, we found the Nighthawk King's ticket." true identity."
"Surprised?" Kabu looked at his old friend who had always been calm and cunning, and was surprised that he would be overwhelmed by the identity of the Nighthawk King.
"It's really surprising." Medis nodded, "Garon Thomas, 20 years old, is a sophomore at the University of Garyville. He is mysterious and secretive. He is the president of the Fighting Club, a fighting club in the school. Father is a university professor, mother is a psychologist, the family can be described as the most standard intellectuals, and they have nothing to do with violent groups."
"The more you are like this, the more you need to be vigilant!" Kab paused and said, "I have seen this kind of person before. There is a family patriarch in the Italian mafia who is a teenage child. He looks innocent and cute. But young geniuses are ruthless, and anyone who dares to underestimate them will pay a heavy price."
"I understand." Medis nodded, "Then what do we need to do?"
Kaboo strokes his chin.
"The King of the Nighthawks, Garen, should be the key to controlling the Nighthawks. Have you heard the rumors about the Nighthawks?"
"Well, you mean that the Nighthawk King alone can completely control everyone in the Nighthawk by some means?"
Medis had apparently heard about it, too. He pondered in a low voice, organized his thoughts, and continued.
"Nighthawk's growth trend is clear and visible. For other forces, it may be a lot blurred, but for a large group like us and the original color group, their growth trajectory cannot be concealed. It can be said that the bald card back then Dun should have gone to Grando, which is where Garen is, before he broke away from White Phoenix and formed the Nighthawk organization, and it is very likely that he had already been taken under Garen's command at that time."
"You said, an ordinary child has been able to control an international mercenary for so many years, and the other party has no intention of rebelling. What is it relying on?" Kabu asked in a low voice.
"It can also make an ordinary mercenary grow into a master in the mercenary world in a short period of time. In addition." Medis continued, "The fighting club that Garen joined also entered a blowout-like strength shortly after he joined. Explosively, all the generals of the original fighting club took Garen as their teacher and learned martial arts from him."
Kabu tapped his knuckles on the table top and bottom.
"From this point of view, there must be some kind of method hidden in the hands of this Garen, whether it is the Nighthawk or the Fighting Club, including himself. It is inevitable that a teenager can control an international mercenary organization. It has an absolutely powerful control method. Tell me, if we can find out this control method, can the strengthening method of the ruins quickly create a powerful team that belongs exclusively to us?"
Medis nodded solemnly.
"Probably."
"You deal with this matter. There must be a secret in Garen! And it's not something ordinary. I have a feeling that maybe we can get something good from him that we can't imagine." Kabu said seriously.
"I'll go check it out now." Medis also understood the importance of this point, and stood up, "I'll try to get in touch with the other party first, maybe I can get more direct information."
"Go."
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big black church
Surrounded by blurred walls, only patterns can be vaguely seen trembling and flickering.
Gallon stood in the middle of the church, with huge golden statues on both sides. The statues held big swords in both hands and lowered their heads, as if they were guarding something.
At the innermost end of the church, on the wall, there is a huge green silk screen. This silk net is still growing like a vine, gradually becoming thicker and thicker.
And in the middle of the silk screen, there was actually a black figure stuck to it.
"Here again." Garen looked around suspiciously.
This dream seemed so real that he couldn't tell if it was a dream or not. And every time he enters this dream, even the connection with Black Sass will be isolated.
The black shadow figure kept struggling in the middle of the silk screen, opening his mouth to let out a silent roar, but it was of no avail. Every time he struggled, he would be tightly stuck to the screen, unable to move.
Garen stepped on the smooth and dark marble floor, walked towards the innermost part of the church, and soon came under the huge silk screen.
He looked up at the shadow figure, and stretched out his hand to touch the silk screen stuck to him. Similarly, there was a layer of transparent glass between the screen and his hand.
His hands cannot touch the silk screen directly.
"This is the second time I have the same dream." Garen frowned. He looked around and saw nothing unusual. The stuck black figure didn't seem to see him at all, still struggling in vain, without even looking at him.
Garen turned his head and sang and looked at the door of the church. There was a tall, dark metal door that was more than ten meters high. It looked heavy and hard, and there were many weird patterns carved on it.
"This is the last temple." Suddenly a deep man's voice came from behind him.
Garen turned around abruptly, and saw a beautiful woman in a white dress slowly walking towards him. The woman's long hair fluttered and she held a huge silver sword in her hand. The tall long knife was in stark contrast to her figure of more than one meter. It was hard to imagine that her weaker body could easily drag the three-meter-long sword.
"Nadia." Garen recognized the identity of the person, Nine-headed Dragon King Nadia.
"Speaking of which, when we first met, we hadn't had such a face-to-face conversation. You suppressed my coordinate positioning, so I had to come up with a way to bypass this problem." Nadia was clearly a woman, But it made a man's voice, giving people an extremely weird feeling.
"What do you want to say?" Garen said flatly.
"The old guy hidden on your body should be the remaining memory of a strong man in ancient times, right?" Nadia said softly, "That kind of memory is the most unbelievable. I was almost tricked by this thing at the beginning." Nadi Ya seemed to be very bored, walked to the side of Garen, looked up at the black figure in the center of the silk screen.
"You have to understand that even if you suppress the time of my arrival, that day will come after all. Instead of waiting to die in vain, how about joining my subordinates instead? Give up the physical body, that kind of thing is our bondage, with pure We who exist in consciousness are much, much more free than you can imagine."
Nadia said seductively in an ancient voice.
"We are almost immortal. If the soul is not at the limit, we will not die. In comparison, the limit of the physical body is too small. No matter how good the metal is, it will decay. Let alone a skin?"
"What's the benefit of being you?" Garen asked back.
"There are too many benefits. Many invisible creatures exist from ancient times. They have accumulated countless knowledge and experiences. Only by giving up your body can you communicate and learn with them better. The way of pure consciousness can exist in an instant. Just exchange countless knowledge and be able to freely traverse the distance of space, just like I am now, I pull you in here, but we are actually still infinitely far apart." Nadia replied casually. "Stronger, more perfect. Isn't that what you want?"
"I have a soul with the attribute of time and space. What you said is meaningless to me. I have enough time to slowly accumulate enough knowledge." Garen was unmoved.
For some reason, the two of them didn't have any desire to do anything here. Just talking to each other quietly and honestly.
Nadia laughed. "Your will is very pure, but it's not just what you think you can do." He looked Garen up and down, and suddenly his smile deepened. "There seems to be some kind of secret hidden in you, or a reliance, which makes you confident and has no sense of crisis in the face of any situation. And you have extreme confidence in yourself, which has reached the point of ignorance."
"Ignorant?" Garen raised his eyebrows.
"That's right, or you don't know the heights of the heavens and the earth." Nadia showed a hint of sarcasm, "I really want to know, what is this secret about you?"
Garen's heart was calm. His greatest reliance was nothing but his terrifyingly powerful innate abilities, which could attribute and skill any real thing.
Through potential points, he can continue to strengthen himself and make his attributes more and more terrifying, and skills can save him a lot of time for accumulation. As for the others, they are all developed with these two as the core.
Whether it's secret martial arts or secret techniques, the core of everything is actually his ability, which is the power that is continuously obtained by the body with the ability and space-time attributes.
Nadia glanced at him, making him feel a slight sense of threat.
"Everyone has a secret, and I'm also very interested in the secret that you can double your strength every time you die."
Garen's tone did not fluctuate in the slightest.
"Do you know?" Nadia asked suddenly. "This is the ancient temple, the phantom area projected by the mother river in the dream world."
"So what?" Garen didn't know what she meant by that.
"Here, void creatures can't be suppressed and hurt by the power of the mother river, because they are just projections, and those with void physique can also compete with each other to hunt each other's core." She looked at Garen mysteriously, "As long as you get the opponent's Core, you can get all the memory of the other party."
"I really want to know what keeps you calm and unmoved in the face of everything"
Before she finished speaking, Nadia suddenly turned into a white shadow and rushed towards Garen.
Her big knife swung and spun, making an extremely ear-piercing roar, like a huge silver wheel with a diameter of three or four meters, slashing towards Garen's neck like lightning.
"Eight Directions Slash!!" Nadia let out a long cry, and in an instant, eight saber lights shot out from behind her again. The silver saber light surrounded the silver wheel, forming a huge silver flower, and slammed into Garen fiercely.
Accompanied by the rotation of the silver wheel, eight huge knife lights cut towards Garen at high speed, as if to cut him into pieces.
(end of this chapter)