You must know that even if you are a high-ranking vampire, if you are injured and bleed, the blood will burrow back into the wound like a living thing, so as to prevent the vampire from becoming weak due to the loss of blood.
But now that Castine, as a Dead Apostle, doesn't have such an instinctive healing mechanism, one can imagine how terrifying Garen is. Not only is there a violent large-scale attack, but also a desperately delicate technique.
Kastin quietly looked at the center of the explosion, where the white gas gradually dissipated, and at the core, a strong and terrifying monster-like human finally appeared again.
Garen!
Castine's pupils shrank slightly, and he didn't see any signs of injury on Garen.
"You" Kastin opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly found himself in a sudden pain.
Boom! ! !
His whole body exploded directly, and his upper body turned into minced meat, which splashed into the open space around him, and a large amount of red flesh was instantly sprinkled in the huge round pit that was flattened by the explosion just now.
Kastin took a few steps forward with his lower body, and finally fell to the ground.
This is the horror of the Mizutori Fist. It doesn't mean that you can be safe and sound by blocking the opponent's attack. The greatest lethality lies in the moment when it explodes after contact.
Castine's flesh and blood quickly faded and disappeared, turning into traces of white gas, permeating the air. Then the white gas quickly condensed in another place, re-forming his body, and the white clothes were able to condense out.
Kastin recovered all his injuries again and seemed to be intact, but he knew that his death would be meaningless if the other party was unharmed.
Even if they are dead disciples, if they die a lot in a short period of time, their recovery will become slower and slower.
There is a secret that only the Dead Apostles know. Regarding the mystery of the immortality of the dead disciples, it is true that the dead disciples are immortal, as long as they can't find the dream they entrust, then he can be reborn forever.
However, rebirth in the real world requires material energy, and the synthesis of a flesh and blood body also requires energy and spirit, not without consumption.
If the number of deaths exceeds ten times in a month, it will take a certain amount of time before you want to be reborn. As you continue to die, this time will become longer and longer.
From the first few minutes to the subsequent multiplication, each death will double the time on the previous basis.
It may take one minute to revive at the beginning, then two minutes, then four minutes, then eight minutes, and it will continue to accumulate, not many times. This time will become extremely terrifying in the long run.
It is not that there are no Dead Apostles in history who have been dealt with in this way.
Some Dead Apostles were guarded by other Dead Apostles and kept killing them. I don't know how many times they were killed in a row. In the end, the dead disciple completely fell into a dream and never came back. Won't be coming back either.
The place where he was resurrected was thrown into the core of a horrific high-temperature volcano, and a tyrannical witch array was engraved on it. He used witch weapons to suppress and destroy him. He was directly burned by the terrifying high temperature as soon as the resurrection time came. After all, he just recovered Flesh is extremely fragile. So no one remembers the existence of that dead apostle anymore. Perhaps by now, it would take thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years, for him to die once. Who knows, such an existence is tantamount to non-existence.
Castine knew his own situation. He had been consumed by the Secret Party's blood core, and most of his blood essence had been consumed. Even if he didn't consume it, he would not be the opponent of the monster human on the opposite side.
If this continues, the situation will only become more and more unfavorable to him.
Standing in the big pit, the diameter of the entire big pit reaches hundreds of meters. It is a white glass-shaped pothole formed by several explosions in succession, and the bottom is directly flat.
Kastin quietly stared at Garen on the opposite side. He believed that the other party's state could not last long, and it depended on who could not hold it up first.
Garen also stared at Castine.
The opponent is indeed far inferior to him, but.
His fifth star cannot exist for too long. Even now that the magic tome is about to be completed and he has obtained the holy phoenix mantra, it can only last for five hours. If the opponent wants to delay tactics with him for five hours, That's going to be tricky. Because his five-hour continuous explosion of the fifth-star limit will cause his body to enter a period of weakness and exhaustion. If he doesn't spare his strength, he can't even activate the state of the seven-star life secret acupoint, which will be very dangerous.
Although the fourth star is much stronger than the other party, the strength shown by Castine can already hurt the fourth star. Even if it can only cause a little injury, it will add up to a lot, which is extremely terrifying.
After all, he is not a dead disciple, he can be reborn and healed continuously, once the opponent is brave enough to die, he will continue to accumulate such injuries, no matter how light the injury accumulates, it will become a serious injury.
Garen also felt a little apprehensive. The opponent is far less tyrannical than him, but that undead characteristic is too disgusting. As long as he can break through his defenses a little bit, the accumulation of little things will make a lot, and the accumulation of sand will make a tower, then it will become very difficult.
"There is really no need to fight between us." Castine's voice came from afar.
The two are hundreds of meters apart at this time, but they seem to be facing each other, and it is true. This distance is a blink of an eye for the two of them.
Garen's eyes moved slightly, he stepped on his toe suddenly, picked up a piece of gravel with a slap, and smashed it flying with his hands.
Whoosh! !
A red flame flashed across the stone, rubbing against the air to form a violent flame, and shot into a hole in the soil layer behind the right side with a bang.
Ah, a scream came from the soil layer, and it turned out to be Wellington's voice. After all, he still didn't escape Garen's perception, and died at his hands again.
"Stop!!" Kastin wanted to stop it, but it was too late, and a trace of anger finally appeared on his face. "As I said, there is no deep hatred between us, and such a fight is completely unnecessary!"
Garen recovered and looked at him, his eyes flickering slightly.
"A truce is fine, but I need you to reach an agreement. People from the Holy Fist Palace and the Blood Race will not attack each other in the future."
"No problem." Kastin agreed without any hesitation.
"I have one additional condition." Garen raised his index finger.
"What conditions? Tell me." Castin really doesn't like fighting. He hates fighting from the bottom of his heart. In his opinion, it's no big deal to pay a little price to stop the fighting.
"I don't have to kill the disciple, but I want to take her away!" Gallon swung his finger to the left, pointing to the faint breath outside the big pit in the distance.
The master of the breath is Tu Lan! !
"No!" Kastin flatly refused. With the viciousness shown by the other party, he was simply a cruel and tyrannical person. If Tu Lan was handed over to such a person, wouldn't it be necessary to consider fleeing in the future. Garen's practice has reached an extremely terrifying level, and he cannot be judged by human standards. Who knows how many years this guy can live? If it is the same as their blood race, then the future of this junior will be over.
"You don't have to worry about me abusing her. I'm just interested in the resurrection mechanism of the dead. I won't intentionally kill her in the future. You can just watch her slowly as a member of my Holy Fist Palace." Garen seemed to expect Considering Castine's thoughts, although the other party is a super old guy with a long lifespan, he is not a fuel-efficient lamp. People who have lived three lives have experienced things that ordinary people can't compare.
Castine was silent for a while, and had actually encountered extremely tyrannical witches trying to study the mystery of the undead's undead before, but no one had succeeded. For this terrifyingly powerful human being in front of him, this might not be an opportunity to take the initiative to penetrate into it and gain a deeper understanding of why he is so tyrannical.
If he can get his powerful root, it will be a huge victory for the blood race.
Thinking of this, Kastin also became active.
"Whether she wants to be your subordinate depends on her own will." With the voice of this sentence, he deliberately sent it far away to Tulan.
"I am willing! I am willing!!" Far away, Tu Lan hurriedly responded loudly, her voice seemed to be crying.
Tears streaming down her face, she curled up on the ground, and now she trembled all over when she saw Garen, she was really psychologically shadowed by him. Several consecutive horrible deaths gave her a new understanding of Gallon's cruelty.
Now she was faintly similar to Damu's mind, and Garen's figure had become an invincible obstacle in their hearts. Even if one day they reach a military achievement that surpasses Garen, they will be unable to show their strength in front of Garen because of this barrier, and they will still be easily defeated by him.
She had worked hard for so long to be promoted to Dead Apostle, but she did not expect to experience such a human tragedy just after she was promoted, and was deeply imprinted in her mind by Garen.
In fact, it's not just her, but also the dream creature she fused with. Now she instinctively fears Gallon when she sees it. The combination of the two of them was inherently unstable. After being beaten several times in a row, they were almost on the verge of life and death. If Castine hadn't arrived in time, I am afraid that the first real fall of the Dead Apostles would happen next.
"I would like to!!!" She yelled like a wolf howling, afraid that Garen's fist would suddenly appear on top of her head the next moment.
She was originally just an ordinary noble girl. After an accident, she was injected with blood core essence by a dying vampire and became a vampire. After joining the clan, she continued to accumulate strength step by step and became a high-rank vampire. Until now, she has achieved the level of dead disciples.
In fact, Tu Lan has always had an extreme sense of insecurity deep in her heart. This inexplicable sense of insecurity has prompted her to maintain her fighting power step by step, and she has also continued to persevere in practicing the holy law. Only the feeling of making progress all the time can suppress the insecurity deep in her heart.
He originally thought that he would be able to kill all directions by becoming a Dead Apostle, and he was one of the strongest people in the world after all, but he didn't expect to meet such a freak as Garen. After many times of resistance to no avail, the deepest sense of insecurity in her heart finally broke out, especially when she saw that even Pale Castine, the first-blood dead disciple, was unable to resist that man, his entire body People are instantly defeated by the shadow in their hearts and almost collapse.
"Just promise!" Garen smiled in satisfaction, his fifth star body naturally shrunk, his tall height gradually decreased, and he returned to his original figure in a few blinks of an eye, completely disappearing from the previous terrifying figure.
With a leap, he flew out of the pit and appeared next to Tu Lan. He lightly grabbed the back of her neck and picked her up like a kitten.
"Number one Dead Apostle, see you again when you have a chance."
With a roaring voice, Garen grabbed Tulan and disappeared into the forest with a few vertical leaps, at an astonishingly fast speed.
Kastin stood where he was and watched Garen leaving, and let out a long breath.
He knew that after this battle, the Holy Fist Palace would truly become one of the terrorist forces capable of protesting against the Blood Tribunal!
(end of this chapter)