"Our blood race is immortal, so why do we need that mask?" the dead disciple woman, one of the blood cells, asked impatiently.
"Of course, this is not very attractive to our blood race, so no one collects this mask." The mother of the lion said lightly, "However, for ordinary human beings, having eternal life and not dying is already the biggest thing. desires and desires.”
"You mean, Holy Fist Palace is collecting this mask?" Dead Apostle Hongyue asked in a low voice.
"Holy Boxing Palace!" There was a gnashing of teeth in the first ball of blood. Wellington was one of the blood clans persecuted by Gallon, and he was even more impressed by it. Kill until you get out of there, resurrected from your own blood. The most important thing is that the pain of being tortured and killed, being smashed into meat paste all at once, the severe pain caused him to have a psychological shadow on a human being for the first time.
"So, the legend of the mask is true?" Hongyue asked lightly.
"It's true." The Lion Mother nodded. "As far as I know, the Holy Fist Palace has collected six masks, and a total of twelve complete masks can be collected to open the final mask itself. Once the original mask is worn, it is likely that Gallon will be transformed into the one that appeared before. The original blood race."
"The first blood race?" This time, several dead disciples didn't quite understand.
"The mask of the sleepless face is said to be the mask that first created the ancestor of the blood race, but this is just a legend. I have learned that this mask does have some kind of strange effect. The sleepless face can make people completely immune to any hallucinations Interfering with the otherworldly power of the dream. That's why it's really called the Sleepless Face."
"That is to say, once Garen gets this mask, he is likely to become a blood physique, and will be completely immune to our dream interference and hallucinations. If we want to deal with him, we can only do it in the ordinary material world? !” The voice of the dead female disciple became sharp.
"Damn!! Do it in the material world? Do you know how perverted that monster is in the material world?" Wellington screamed.
"Don't worry, there are more important things I haven't finished yet." The mother of lions shook her head.
"Is there anything more important?!" Wellington wanted to yell, but was stopped by a female death disciple.
"I guess, once Garen becomes the ancestor blood race, he will probably have the ability to track the dreams entrusted by the dead."
As soon as this sentence came out, the entire cave was suddenly quiet.
No one spoke, and several dead disciples were shocked by the danger of this sentence.
After a long time, Hongyue opened her mouth slowly.
"If it really has this effect, why haven't so many people tried to find it?"
"Because I am the only one who knows this secret," the Lion Mother replied lightly. "I've been alive for a long time and I can't remember how long. I also forgot where I knew this secret, but do you really think that no one has ever looked for it?"
"In 1871, a European countess had already collected five masks, but she died in the search for the sixth mask. In 1544, the Greek King Melsa sent an army to collect masks and got six. It also stops here. These are just some of the examples, and I've been watching."
She spoke calmly, as if the historical events seemed to her to be small things that happened not long ago.
"Everyone, almost all mask collectors, stop at number six. No exceptions. But."
"But what?" I don't know which Dead Apostle made the inquiry, but now no one cares about it, and everyone's attention is focused on the mother of the lion.
"However, Holy Fist Palace is probably the first existence that exceeds this number." The Lion Mother whispered. "The seventh mask, from the guardian of the Moon River, has been killed."
"As far as I know, there are only six masks in Garen's hand including the one of Moon River, and it doesn't exceed this number." Hongyue said calmly.
"There is another one in someone else's hands." The mother of the lion's words immediately made several dead disciples fall into silence.
"Are you really sure that the Sleepless Face can make the ancestor blood race? And the ancestor blood race is sure that it can locate our sustenance dream?" The female dead disciple asked sharply.
"All bloodlines of your blood race originate from the oldest ancestors. That is the miracle of life created by human beings using black magic in the first pursuit of immortality. Or it is a kind of mutation. From the origin, I have studied carefully, The ancestral bloodline should be able to sense the location of all bloodlines lower than its own bloodline. Maybe this will have a range, but it must not be small." The mother of the lion replied.
"I need to go back and check the ancient books." Hongyue's blood cells immediately collapsed and scattered, and she left directly.
"I also need to go back and look for information." The female dead disciple whispered, "The Primordial Eye, a sacred weapon of our family, has stored a large amount of top-secret information for thousands of years, and I will definitely find some clues."
"I'm with you." Wellington also said.
"good."
The two balls of blood immediately collapsed and dissipated.
The cave returned to calm again.
There was a hint of sadness in the eyes of the mother of lions.
"The world is getting more and more chaotic. Saint Fist Palace. The source of all turmoil." She murmured, the compassion on her face became more intense.
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Garen sat cross-legged in the secret room.
In the darkness, the mask placed between his knees is continuously flowing out a large number of potential points, turning into streams of cool air, pouring into his legs, flowing down his waist, and flowing to his chest. Then through the neck and into the head.
With his eyes closed, Garen looked at the attribute bar below his field of vision, and his potential points continued to climb upwards. Every time he saw such a scene, he felt an inexplicable sense of comfort.
This feeling of growing stronger is so intoxicating.
I don't know how long it lasted, but the potential points in the mask slowly began to weaken. After another period of time, the potential breath became weaker and smaller, and finally there was only a little trickle, which flowed into the body continuously.
Snapped.
Garen gently picked up the mask and put it in the safe.
He looked at the property bar.
The potential points have changed from the original 64 points to 174 points now. This mask provides him with no more than a hundred potential points, which is not too much among all the masks, but it is just enough to satisfy his last point. Intellectual needs.
Without hesitation, Garen focused his gaze directly on the intelligence column.
The intelligence has already reached eleven points, and as long as one more point is reached, it can return to the situation in the Totem World period. When it reaches twelve points, it can obtain the special ability and dual skills generated by the accumulation of attributes.
In an instant, the potential points decreased by one hundred points. There are 74 points left, and the intelligence has also increased from eleven points to twelve points.
Garen's body sitting cross-legged on the ground suddenly shook violently. He felt that there seemed to be a certain lightness in his body. Just a little increase in intelligence gave him the illusion that his whole body was going to fly lightly.
He raised his hand and thrust forward violently.
chi chi! !
The air in front of him suddenly exploded, and two white air blades appeared out of thin air, and they flew out fiercely, crashing into the wall of the secret room twice, and unexpectedly cut two deep knife blades on the metal wall. mark.
"Double skills, on the basis of my full power explosion, I can activate this state by adding another layer."
This feeling is very weird, as if it could only burst out with all its strength, but now there is an additional layer. On the basis of the full burst, it seems that there is still room for another burst.
Standing up from the ground, Garen took off the mask on his face and replaced it with an undamaged one. This mask was slightly damaged in the previous fight with Pale.
"The double technique is successful, and the next step is to collect the remaining masks with all our strength." Garen had a clear goal in mind. "No matter how conspiring Nadia is, as long as the masks are collected, the coordinates of her arrival can be isolated, and possible dangers can be completely eliminated."
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Baili Group Headquarters
Meile Building 19th Floor
Boom!
The original spacious floor hall was kicked away, and teams of heavily armed black-clothed special police rushed in quickly, followed by one after another of 'safety' codes ringing in the communicator.
The entire nineteenth floor is full of desks and computer chairs that have not been used for a long time. Remnants of documents are scattered everywhere. Wet marks.
In the entire nineteenth floor, on the floor large enough to accommodate hundreds of people working together, there was no one there.
More than a dozen special police rushed in and stood on guard at key points.
Then Saidon strode in in a black windbreaker, followed closely by two capable men, a man and a woman.
He had a cigarette in his mouth, but didn't light it, and scanned the entire floor with sharp eyes.
"It seems that this place has also been abandoned. Baili Group is really decisive." He took off his cigarette and said lightly.
"Boss, the airport and train station will definitely be able to find out the whereabouts of the core members of the Baili Group." The woman behind said calmly.
"Someone is already doing it, and it's probably over now." Before he finished speaking, Saidon suddenly turned his eyes, and at some point there was a silver pistol in his hand, without looking at it, he casually walked towards the window aim.
boom!
bang bang! !
Almost at the same time, three gunshots sounded at the same time.
From the direction outside the window on the floor, two gunshots were heard suddenly, and two sniper bullets were fired in an instant.
The wall was punctured, and the glass of the window was punctured, leaving two clear round holes. The bullet shot at Seidon like lightning, from two separate angles, he felt almost unavoidable.
At this moment, the bullet he raised his hand flew out at the same time, hitting one of the sniper bullets with amazing precision, and the trajectory of the two bullets was directly deflected to the right, and it was shot out with a clanging sound. On the wall next to it and the drinking fountain.
With a puff, Saidon clutched his left shoulder tightly, but he still couldn't avoid it, and was hit by a shot, bursting into a cloud of scarlet blood.
His face turned pale instantly, the opponent used armor-piercing bullets, anti-material sniper rifles! Almost immediately, a hole was pierced through his shoulder, leaving no room for resistance.
(end of this chapter)