Chi Chi Chi!
Three consecutive streaks of blood suddenly appeared, and the three giant beasts exploded, turning into three clouds of blood and flying across.
Dum wiped off the blood on his face, and rushed towards the other team members with lightning speed. Only the elite team members were still entangled with the giant beast at this time, and the others had already been severely injured or swept into the water.
Bang bang bang bang! !
Amidst several consecutive violent explosions, giant beasts exploded and turned into blood mist.
Damm rescued the tour guide and another team member who were swept in from the water again, and the sound of machine guns boomed.
Only then did everyone see clearly what the giant beast in the water looked like.
It was a huge black beast similar to a hippopotamus, except that their heads had two horns like a buffalo. The body shape is about three meters, and it looks like a giant hippopotamus.
Moreover, there are huge crocodile-like tails behind their bodies, covered with scales, which look extremely terrifying.
But these giant beasts were like chickens waiting to be slaughtered under Damu's hands. They slapped each other, and in a short while they suffered heavy casualties, and more than 20 of them were killed in a row.
Roar! ! !
Suddenly, the soil behind Dam was lifted, and a huge five-meter-tall black behemoth came out and rushed towards Dam's back. The speed is like a huge black wave, and the black soil and dead branches and leaves that are lifted up bring a strong rotten smell.
Dam turned his head sharply, just in time to see the moment when the giant beast jumped down, his eyes were suddenly filled with the whole body of the giant beast.
His pupils constricted, and he saw a strange mask embedded in the belly of the giant beast. That mask is so familiar! !
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call! !
A gust of wind blew past, and Garen appeared on the high seat in the living room, and sat down slowly.
On the seat on the right below, there is a white man in white gauze who looks like a man and a woman. There is a little cinnabar between his brows, which seems to be very similar to the Indian style.
On the left seat were two subordinates from AG, both young witches in tight black skirts.
For some reason, the mask Garen was wearing turned into pure silver at this time, and the densely packed small eyes on his forehead looked more and more vivid.
Through the eyes of the mask, he quietly glanced down at both sides.
"How is AG's retreat? It seems to be going well?" Garen said in a low voice.
"Lord Holy Fist, Master AG's retreat is going well so far. The purpose of our visit this time is to hope that Holy Fist Palace will help me with the Dark Witch Society." The leading witch stood up and replied solemnly.
"As for the aid, for the sake of AG, I can agree. You and Hosiman can negotiate an arrangement for dispatching power. In addition, in exchange, I also need some of your help in exchange." Garen nodded lightly, actually In fact, he and Nessera, the leader of the Dark Witch, have never been on good terms, so naturally it is impossible to help free of charge.
"We are now in a relatively balanced state with the blood race. Breaking the deadlock first may lead to unpredictable consequences." Garen turned his gaze to the other side, the white representative from the witch's main force.
"Then, you claim to represent the Witch Association and report your purpose."
The white man in a white gauze stood up with a smile. He first calmly bowed to Garen and clasped his hands together.
"I come here with the friendship of the mother of lions. Maybe Master Shengquan needs help from my lord."
"Oh?" Garen was slightly surprised. "Tell me, what help do I need?"
The white man didn't answer, but just touched his right eye lightly with his hand.
Garen narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Can you restore my eyes?"
"It's not me, but my lord." The white man bowed his head respectfully.
Garen fell silent, as if he was thinking about something,
"How can you prove that you can have this ability?" He opened his mouth slowly after a long time.
Even Black Sass can't do anything. For the mother of lions in this world, the level of injury is beyond her imagination.
Nine-headed dragon king Nadia's injury is not so easy to treat.
And the most important point, he must have made a lot of preparations to take the initiative to treat his injuries, so in exchange, the other party must have a lot of plans.
The only thing Garen fears in this world now is that the first dead person is pale, and the rest are ants. Only paleness can threaten him. But this is the power of the blood clan, and he really hasn't had much contact with the witches and wizards. There is also a lack of understanding of their methods.
Hearing Garen's question, the white man smiled slightly, took out a white lotus flower as white as snow from his arms, and tossed it lightly, the white lotus immediately spun and flew towards Garen.
Gently catching the flying lotus, Garen took a deep breath, only to feel that his nose and mouth were filled with a strong aroma, which gave people a refreshing feeling. And most importantly, he felt a slight pain in his right eye, which made his heart tremble.
"The lord hopes that if your injury can be cured, the Holy Fist Palace can coexist peacefully with the blood race without aggression. This world can't stand more bloodshed."
There was a look of compassion in the white man's eyes, and Garen could tell that it was not a disguise, but a genuine feeling.
"A truce? I have no objection, but I'm afraid the blood race will not be reconciled." Garen said flatly.
His overall strength is far weaker than that of the blood race, so the truce is naturally only good for him, and he will definitely not refuse.
"On the side of the blood race, there will naturally be a master to persuade them." The white man nodded. "In addition, the lord has another request to treat your eyes."
"Oh? What's the request? Come and listen." Gallon remained calm. Regarding the Mother of the Lion, the only Death Apostle among the witches, it is obviously extraordinary that the entire blood race can make her innocent. Role. Even the other party's method could have some effect on Nadia's injuries, which obviously exceeded his expectations.
"The Lord hopes that you can stop collecting the Sleepless Face." The white man bowed his head respectfully.
The atmosphere suddenly became a little heavy, and there was a trace of oppressive aura emanating from Garen's body. This aura was so powerful that the hearts of the people below seemed to be wearing a set of heavy shackles, and they felt a little breathless.
The white man didn't seem to change his face, and continued with his head down. "The Sleepless Face is the source of disaster, and it will bring endless disasters to the world. I hope Master Shengquan can give up collecting it."
The atmosphere became more and more dignified. Garen sat motionless on the high seat, just staring at the white man calmly. It was obvious that the other man's heart was suppressed by his courage, and even breathing seemed difficult, but he still insisted on standing in the hall without changing his expression. In the middle, maintain etiquette without moving.
This seems to be supported by a will similar to faith.
"Let's wait until your Patriarch can heal my right eye." Garen finally spoke slowly, and the strong sense of depression finally dissipated the moment he spoke.
"I'll tell you what I mean." The white man bowed his head respectfully.
After the representatives of the Witch Guild and the Mother of Lions left, the living room of the Holy Fist Palace fell into silence again.
Hosiman and Quentin came out of the corner.
"Teacher, the main body of witches represented by the Mother of Lions has always regarded themselves as defenders of world peace. They are all compassionate and compassionate. They have come here to tell me all about it, which is very annoying. I am afraid that this time it is not just a simple truce persuasion." Quentin frowned and said, now that she is in charge of information, she also has a certain understanding of the main body of the witch's power, the biggest backstage mother of lions.
"This group of people is pretending to save the world all day long, but they don't know what purpose they have behind their backs, so they shouldn't be trusted." Hosiman also nodded slightly.
Garen tapped his fingers on the armrest of the seat, as if he was thinking slightly.
"I know."
It is impossible to stop the collection of Sleepless Face. This mask can not only provide him with potential points, but also block the coordinate breath of Nadia coming here. No matter from which aspect, it is a secret treasure that must be collected.
It's just that the mother of the lion's method is mysterious, and it can actually affect the injury of his right eye, which made Garen faintly alert. He twirled the white lotus in his hand, the breath just now was gone, and the current flower was just the most common white lotus.
The little sensation in the right eye just now disappeared again.
"Mother of Lions." Garen sniffed the lotus, with an inexplicable look in his eyes.
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Outside the Holy Fist Palace
The white man walked slowly down the mountain path, passed the outermost gate of the Holy Fist Palace, smiled at the two guards guarding the gate, and walked down the steps lightly to speed up his pace.
After walking a long distance, he turned his head and looked at the Holy Fist Palace from afar.
The white spire palace is majestic and precipitous inlaid on the top of the snow peak. It looks like a legendary mythical holy place. Outside the gate of the palace, teams of people wearing cloaks entered the palace gate one after another and handed over their passes. These teams, one by one, They were all selected from various places in advance and brought into the Holy Fist Palace for training. They were either members of the Fighting Club or members of the Nighthawks. Each of them had solid vitality and blood. Even in this icy and snowy weather, they gave people A healthy and light feeling.
What surprised the white people even more was that on the way down the mountain from the Holy Fist Palace, when they were halfway up the mountain, they actually encountered a group of pure vampires and vampires who came to see them. The aura on them seemed to have undergone some strange changes, stronger than before, but also weirder.
"My lord is right. The Holy Fist Palace is the source of all turmoil." The white man raised his head and looked at the gray sky. The unimaginable sense of oppression and the faint sound of thunder passing through the clouds all set off A huge momentum here!
Whether it is human beings or blood races, the tentacles of the Holy Fist of the Holy Fist Palace are continuously spreading to some corners of the world. And this spreading trend is still accelerating.
An inexplicable sense of panic suddenly rose in the white man's heart.
He recalled the people he had seen since he came down the mountain, whether they were blood races or humans, deep in the eyes of these people, there was a strange sense of fanaticism, which was an absolute reverence and longing for the Holy Fist Palace.
(end of this chapter)