half an hour later
The entire freighter suddenly changed direction and headed for a naval port in the United States at full speed.
From time to time, there were gunshots and screams on the ship. It was the blood race controlled by Tu Lan with the control technique, slaughtering his companions.
Tu Lan was staying in the control room with a tired face, and the hypnotized blood captain was speeding up towards the diverted course honestly.
But even with the level and strength of her dead disciple, it would be exhausting to control so many blood races in a short period of time.
After all, the Dead Apostles are only blood races that are a little stronger than the upper ranks. Their greatest advantage is mainly their immortality. At most, one Dead Apostle is equivalent to the combat power of four or five high-ranking people, except for Pale.
Therefore, the strongest aspect of Dead Apostles is immortality, and their own quality is not too strong. It is also a great burden for Dead Apostles to control so many blood races in a short period of time. The Huanlou Fist can affect and control the humans on board, but this kind of boxing is a short-term hallucination, or can create amnesia effects, but it is powerless to modify the memory effect. It is a very precise modification of the brain, so she It can only be based on the blood control technique, supplemented by Huanlouquan. The effect is not bad, and the entire huge freighter is barely controlled and redirected.
And an hour has passed by now.
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night time
"Is the mask fake?" Hosiman hid behind a black reef on the coast, holding a mobile phone in his hand and listening to the voice from there.
"Tu Lan has already succeeded, come back." Garen said calmly on the phone.
Hosiman was somewhat unwilling to take out the two masks on his body, and inspected them carefully. After careful inspection, he faintly realized that the masks didn't seem to have a great sense of history, and he couldn't see them in a daze, but he looked carefully. Traces of aging can be found. An ordinary person might not be able to detect it, but with his upper-level five senses, he did observe some subtle ailments.
Boom! !
The mask was smashed hard on the reef, exploded into countless fragments, and smashed a big gap in the reef.
Hosiman's face turned cold, he was tricked by the blood clan! From his debut to the present, this is the first time he has suffered such a big loss.
Pressing the injury on his shoulder, his face became colder and colder.
"I understand." He whispered into the phone answer. Garen over there seemed to have guessed that he was losing his temper, so he just hummed and hung up the phone.
Tu Lan is a Death Apostle, he can't help it, but there should be a mask on Dam's side.
A trace of coldness flashed across Hosiman's face. He took out his phone again and tried to make a call. Friends and connections with great energy flowed through his mind, but after looking at the missed calls on the phone, he quickly locked on the best candidate.
After a while the number was dialed out.
"Hello, I'm Hosiman, is this Miss Zonghui Riko? I need your help here."
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luxury cruise ship
Zong Hui Lizi just sat down in his room in shock, when the phone rang.
Looking at the incoming call, it turned out to be Hosiman who had left earlier.
Her expression froze, a gleam of joy flashed in her eyes, and she quickly picked up her mobile phone to answer the call.
"Hi. I'm Riko, Mr. Hosiman? What do you want me to do?"
"Okay. Okay, I understand." After hanging up the phone, Zong Huilizi let out a deep sigh of relief.
She wanted to ask too many things in her mind, but after she got on the phone just now, her mind went blank and she didn't ask anything.
Hosiman and those two people who look like they made a movie, who do they belong to
She had also heard rumors about the circle of the extraordinary world, but she always thought they were just rumors, echoing what others said, just fictional exaggeration, but she did not expect to have the opportunity to really see such a scene today.
Quickly made a few phone calls to make arrangements according to Hosiman's request. She hesitated, and finally dialed her father's number. Mention anything about the cruise.
She got up and walked out of the cabin, only to see a pale young woman guarding her door.
She recognized her as the bodyguard that Hosiman had been following all along.
"It's still very dangerous on the boat, it's better not to come out."
"Okay." Zong Huilizi nodded and retreated to the room.
From this point of view, the attackers have already been expelled from the ship, or the attackers have left. It was considered safe for the time being, and she also let out a long sigh of relief.
Back in the room, she suddenly thought of some records about the Sleepless Face that she had seen in the family classics. Her family once acquired a large collection of books after the decline of an ancient family in Europe. She also liked reading books since she was a child. , I have drilled in and read a lot, and I have a certain understanding of the Sleepless Face mask that Hosiman was looking for. There is a detailed record about this mask in those classics.
After the twelve masks are collected, one has to go to a certain place to find the clues of the final mask. According to the speculation of the ancient family, there are two possibilities for the location of that place, all of which are recorded in the classic. Things were originally only records of ancient historical and archaeological knowledge, and were only valuable for collection, but now that Zong Huilizi thought about it, he felt his chest throbbing wildly.
She realized that this might be an opportunity to get in touch with the extraordinary world!
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Damu crawled out of the underground palace exhausted, the moonlight outside fell on him, reflecting a paleness.
laugh!
On the arms and thighs of his body, tiny lines of blood suddenly shot out from the skin.
Quickly tapped a few acupoints to stop the bleeding, Damu propped up his body and barely ran towards the corresponding point.
This is the result of serious overdraft after opening the first star and then using the ultimate mystery that he cannot master.
The communicator hidden on his body had been destroyed in the fierce battle just now, and now it is impossible to notify the Sith and others outside, so he can only drive out by himself.
Staggering out of the temple stupa tower forest, he sneaked out of the temple through the dark corner and came to the dark alley on the side.
"Where are the things?" Sith led a few people to appear at the entrance of the alley.
"I'm here. Go now!" Damu said weakly.
Sith looked at Dam's weak appearance, and a trace of coldness and hesitation flashed in his eyes.
He was hesitating whether to kill him right here. The opponent was so weak and he had a lot of people around him. If he did it, it might be possible to succeed. After getting the mask, it was also a good reason to say that Dum died in the blood attack.
The only thing I worry about is whether Damm is really so weak, whether it is real or just a disguise.
Sith could not resist the temptation of the mask.
This is an opportunity to prolong your life and improve your martial arts! Dam and Hosiman didn't see that in just a few years, they reached the upper level under the training of the boxing master. At this speed, if they were replaced, they should be able to rise to the upper level as well! !
Since Mr. Boxing Master taught that it only takes a few years to become a high-ranking person, he probably wouldn't care too much about killing a high-ranking one.
Involuntarily, the way Sith looked at Dam changed a bit.
"I have notified the intelligence center before I came, and they will send someone to pick them up right away! Before the blood race arrives, let's go right away!" Damu said quickly with a twinkle in his eyes.
Only then did the stern look in Sith's eyes subside slightly.
"Everyone, protect the marshal, we will withdraw immediately!" He waved his hand, and the people from the surrounding families quickly went up to support Dam, and the group quickly evacuated from the alley.
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Palace of the Holy Fists
Garen opened his eyes and checked the alarm clock time, it was still a few minutes away.
He reached out and held the blood bottle hanging above Tulan.
The blood bottle was crushed with a slap, and the blood in it dripped down slowly, like the most viscous oily liquid, or something like syrup, slowly dripping on Tulan's head and forehead.
The strange thing is that less than a second after the blood dripped, the blood immediately seeped into Tulan's skin without leaving any trace, as if it had been completely absorbed by the skin.
laugh!
Tu Lan in the pool of blood suddenly opened his eyes, and the dilated pupils in his eyes quickly shrank.
Hiss.
She took a deep breath, and then exhaled long, her chest swelled up like an air bag and then sank down suddenly.
"How?" Garen asked in a low voice.
"Fortunately, the handover has been made." Tu Lan nodded, ignoring her naked body, stood up from the pool of blood, pulled off a gauze from the hanger beside her and put it on.
"I got two masks here, but they are hidden somewhere inside the freighter. They need to be checked. Let someone who is more careful go there." She said quickly.
"No problem." Garen understood clearly, "Two masks. That's really good news."
"There is also bad news." Tu Lan frowned, "I got the news from an old man, all the dead disciples of the blood clan have disappeared, and they are all gone."
"Are you looking for the remaining masks?" Garen asked her.
"You know?" Tulan was slightly startled.
Garen's face was calm,
"It's not difficult to guess." Now his second soul-seed is imminent and may condense at any time, but he always feels that something is missing. Although the second soul-seed was not completely condensed and hatched, his energy and energy reached an unprecedented peak, and his heart was clear and light, like a pure and flawless water mirror, without a single ripple.
At the critical moment when the soul-seed condenses, there must be absolutely no distracting thoughts. Only the purest thoughts can condense all the power of the soul and concentrate it highly. This is also a little trick taught to him by Black Sass, which can speed up the cohesion.
"Aren't you afraid that they will destroy the mask immediately after they get it?" Tu Lan asked suspiciously.
"They won't destroy the mask easily." Garen said calmly, "No one will be willing to give up this opportunity. This can be the first opportunity to break the myth of the undead."
Once you get the final mask and achieve the blood of the ancestors, it will be able to substantially threaten and suppress other dead disciples. The dead disciples are no longer a symbol of immortality. At that time, the one who gets the blood of the ancestors will be the real strongest in the world Big Sole Master!
Even if Garen's power reached this level now, he wouldn't dare to directly start an all-out war with the blood clan's dead disciples, because he couldn't kill the dead disciples, and if he couldn't kill them, it would mean that both sides would suffer.
This was not what Garen wanted to see, nor what the blood race wanted to see. .
(end of this chapter)