"Concealment!!!" Saidon yelled, and the two subordinates behind him also rolled on the spot at the same time, and immediately found the dead corner of the wall pillar to block their body.
Even if he is a powerful secret martial artist, as a non-defensive martial artist who practices the water bird boxing, he is also unable to resist the power of real human hot weapons.
Unless it is those perverts who practice Baiyun Miwu, although the speed is not fast, in this case, they are simply the best meat shields. Among them, there is a pervert who practices Baiyun Miwu. It's a bit weird, after the practice, just after reaching the second floor, the body began to show a stronger defensive talent than students of the same level.
Some of them once tested, shooting him in the stomach with a large-caliber pistol that has not reduced its power, and it can only barely produce a small blood spot. It is estimated that even this kind of anti-material rifle, if it is replaced by him, after penetrating through a layer of obstacles, to him, it is at most as powerful as a pistol at close range.
The special policemen took cover one after another, but none of them found out where the bullets came from.
But soon the special police who stayed below isolated the building in the opposite direction where they might shoot. Police cars arrived one after another.
With the support of the government and the military, the current United States is equivalent to the representative of the Holy Fist Palace. The forces of the blood clan have withdrawn from the United States on a large scale, either directly suppressed by the Holy Fist Palace, or because of constant conflicts with ordinary people. Upgrading, no matter the blood clans of the two parties or the neutral and reclusive blood clans, they were forced to show up one after another. In order to continue to live a stable life, most of the neutral blood clans had to join the Holy Fist Palace and become a part of it.
Soon, the gunman arranged by Baili Group nearby was also captured by the blood clan who joined the Holy Fist Palace, and was escorted directly to Seidon for interrogation.
Under the effect of the blood race's human control technique, the killer finally quickly revealed the channel through which he received the mission.
I'm afraid Kabu never imagined in his dreams that there would be blood races participating in the Holy Fist Palace, and the effect of the human control technique made the killer honestly confess everything he knew.
two hours later
Caboo and Medis, who were hiding in a basement cellar in Los Angeles, were personally captured by Hosiman who led them there, and escorted to the Holy Fist Palace for processing.
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"Tell me, where is the mask?" Garen calmly looked down at Kabu and Medis kneeling down. The two looked sluggish and embarrassed, probably because they had suffered a lot on the road.
"Originally, I could have you say it in many ways, but I have always been kind. After all, you are also old people who have been in contact with me."
Garen said calmly.
"Mask, I do have a mask in my hand, and I also know where the next few masks are." Kabu said calmly. "But I have one condition."
"You are not qualified to negotiate terms."
Garen lowered his eyes, stood up, and walked directly to the small door on the right.
"kill him."
Hosiman's pupils shrank suddenly, but he didn't realize at all that a blue figure appeared beside Kabu and Medis at some point.
It was Tu Lan in a blue dress. Her coquettish long red hair, like blood, was scattered on her shoulders. The beautiful peach blossom eyes in her hair seemed to exude a strange beauty.
Kabu and Medis, who were half kneeling on the ground, originally thought that Garen was just retreating and wanted to get more bargaining chips. They didn't know that the other party really didn't care until Garen had completely left the hall!
Coupled with the woman in blue who suddenly appeared teleporting, the two really panicked.
This is totally illogical!
Isn't it right for you to come and go when negotiating terms and conditions, advancing and retreating? Why did you flip the table in the first place
"Tell me, all your information about the Sleepless Face." Tu Lan's eyes seemed to have fatal magic power, and it was easy to completely suck the minds of the two of them.
Immediately, their expressions became dull.
Even though he watched it many times, Hosiman still felt jittery in his heart. Tulan's human control technique is not comparable to that of ordinary vampires. Even if he is standing aside and not the main target, he will feel uncomfortable with this kind of power.
a few minutes later
With a shocked expression on his face, Tu Lan appeared beside Garen who was watering the greenhouse garden.
Report the series of information learned from Kabu and Medis to Garen one by one.
"Can the Sleepless Face achieve immortality? Create the ancestor blood race?" Garen repeated it in surprise.
"From Kabu's mouth, it is indeed this information, so he has been secretly wanting to get the Sleepless Mask, but it is a pity that he does not have as strong confidence and strength as you. As an ordinary person, so far It is not bad to be able to get a mask." Tu Lan sighed.
Garen was silent for a while, reached out and gently folded a white rose that had just bloomed, and put it under his nose to slowly smell the fragrance.
Glancing at Tu Lan, there seemed to be some hesitation in her eyes, as if she had something to say and didn't know how to say it.
"Say something straight."
Tu Lan hesitated for a moment, but still spoke.
"Since you don't know that masks have this function? So what are you collecting masks for?"
"I have my own reasons. You don't have to worry about that." Garen smiled.
"Is it because of the strange energy inside?" Tu Lan whispered.
"Oh? You know?" Garen was a little surprised.
Ancient relics contain magical energy. At first, only the man in black knew this secret. Later, as the high-level core of the man in black scattered, this secret gradually ceased to be a secret. It was nothing if Tulan knew about it.
Garen didn't care if other people knew about it or not, his innate abilities couldn't be replaced by anyone.
It can absorb this energy and use it to improve various abilities after purification. This is indeed a powerful ability. However, no matter whether it is the world of secret martial arts or the world of totems, he is not the only one who really has the ability to resemble bugs, but also has the perverted ninety-nine fine hole secret technique like the white bird holy fist Palosha, but these are just The starting point, what really determines the outcome of life and death, after all, is the persistence of one's own will in battle.
Whether it's him, Zanfran, or Palosha, they all represent the pinnacle of an era and the representative of an era after an era.
For such them, the reason cannot be explained by just a supernatural talent.
They would not have been able to achieve that achievement without the kind of perseverance that has always been extremely focused.
Looking at Garen's profile, Tu Lan suddenly felt that this man had an indescribably mysterious aura, which was more mysterious than their dead disciples.
With a mere human body, but in just twenty years, he has stood at such a height, as if he was born knowing it since he was a child. He knows many things without a teacher, and the look in his eyes doesn't look like a twenty-year-old young man at all. But like a seasoned old man.
"The blood of the ancestors, if it can be achieved, other dead disciples will not allow you to live forever."
For a strong man like Garen who is as powerful as a dark cloud covering the blood race, the Dead Apostles are used to the high status, and suddenly there is a pale and pale existence standing above everyone's heads. This is something that all the Dead Apostles probably would not think need.
"Conflicts between us and the old blood race are inevitable." Garen smiled and seemed not worried at all. "But so what? No one can stop me, not even Pale."
He recalled his life when he came to this world, and for some reason, recently he has always unconsciously started to fall into memories.
But he didn't reject it, recalling his birth, childhood, and the days with Rafael. days in the small town.
"I may have to go out for a few days, and you will be in charge of the Holy Fist Palace." Garen said suddenly.
"Aren't you afraid of the Death Apostles' surprise attack?" Tu Lan was taken aback, "I can't stop them. Wellington must hate you so much now, and won't miss any chance to hit you."
"Pale personality is unlikely to do such a thing, but the other two dead disciples have to guard against it." Garen also frowned slightly. This is indeed a problem. If the matter of the mask forces him to stand against the entire old blood clan, then the old blood clan has two dead disciples other than pale, and it will be really troublesome once they join forces. Tulan alone is irresistible, and she is just a newcomer to Dead Apostle.
The Holy Fist Palace has now become a symbol of human strength and spirit against the old blood race. There must be no trouble. Many important figures from the United States have gathered here, and the influence is far-reaching. Once the old blood race is successfully raided, the consequences will be disastrous.
"Any news about AG's retreat?" Garen asked, changing the subject.
"No, but it is said that a rare glacial earthquake occurred in the Antarctic where the AG retreat is located. After a huge glacier collapsed, the original location of the AG was no longer clear. We can only confirm that the AG is still there through a weak positioning martial arts connection. Alive." Tu Lan has now followed Garen with all her heart, and with her lazy character, after learning the secret martial arts practice, which is a way to become stronger with enjoyment, she is deeply immersed in it, and she doesn't want to leave.
Garen just intends to go to see Rafael, and if possible, he can pick her up and her relatives, so as not to threaten him with her if the blood clan finds out about this relationship.
But now it seemed that he was tied directly to the Holy Fist Palace.
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Grande Town
Inside a black villa in the middle of the town.
The hall of the villa was dark, with no lights, only rows of lit candles placed on the ground, arranged in a circle, surrounding the entire hall.
The dim candlelight flickered slightly, illuminating the scene in the hall.
Three beautiful girls in white dresses and white garlands were watching by a large group of black-clothed witches, quietly holding silver triangular ornaments, and walked slowly towards a gray statue in front of them.
Among them, the blond girl who walked in the front was the youngest and most potential genius witch of Grando—Raphael.
She walked in the front, with a solemn expression, and slowly walked to the female statue sculpture, and stabbed the index finger of her left hand with a silver triangular ornament.
Snapped!
A drop of scarlet blood fell into a black basin in front of the statue.
"Great mother of lions, please allow Grando's most dazzling corolla to offer you the purest tribute." Rafael's grandmother raised her wooden stick and sang loudly.
(end of this chapter)