I didn't get a rest for a week, and I was forced to face high-intensity hunting and bombing at any time. Various methods continued to emerge, such as concealed poisonous needles, long-distance sniping, large-scale cloud bombs, and incendiary bombs.
If you don't pay attention, you may be killed by various high-tech weapons.
Wanting to kill the chaser team at close range, but being sensed in advance by the dark witch and the masters of the Holy Fist Palace, they quickly retreated and added various slow effects to him, and did not contact him directly at all, but used various long-range methods Keep hunting.
But just like that, he tried his best to kill two groups of hunting teams composed of witches and Holy Fist Palace masters, but immediately after that, more hunting teams also appeared, and a large number of dead soldiers emerged one after another, and many even executed criminals were killed. It was released deliberately, in order to get close to him and explode.
For a while, it seemed that there were enemies everywhere in all directions, but during this time, what surprised Hosiman the most was not the masters of the Holy Fist Palace and the witches of the Dark Witches, but the huge number of ordinary people.
They used various traps to design traps, mines, injected highly poisonous animals in advance, hallucinogenic poisonous gas, and violently bombed with various powerful military weapons.
In this case, not to mention him, even a veteran Death Apostle might have a headache and trouble.
Hosiman had almost ate a mouse that had been injected with the poison before. It seemed that the mouse was completely normal, but the toxin was delayed in onset.
"Die! Hosiman!" Seidon was aroused from the fight, his face was bruised, and he laughed outrageously, counting his hands on his chest frantically.
"Tiangang Domineering!!"
boom! !
A majestic airflow was scattered by the collision with Seidon's secret technique,
Saidon's whole body suddenly became bigger, he swelled up a bit, and swung his thick arm directly to hit Hosiman's shoulder. That kind of momentum, like a giant hammer, wanted to smash him into meat paste.
Hosiman hastily raised his arms and swiped around.
"Profound Truth. Dual Swords!!"
Two crisp sounds came out, and he suddenly cut out two transparent air blades with the palm knife in both hands, forming a perfect circle. The blade actually cut Seidon's legs directly.
This is the secret of the original water bird boxing, double swords.
Even Hosiman, who is exhausted now, still has a sense of sharpness as sharp as a real knife when he uses it.
clang! ! !
It was too late to react and change their moves, and the two moved against each other at the same time.
The arm crushed the air blade fiercely, and then slammed down on Hosiman's shoulder. The huge impact hit it, breaking the bone and making a crisp click.
At the same time, Saidon's legs didn't have time to dodge, they were directly hit by the air blade, and the trousers were torn apart, leaving two clear bloodstains on his thighs.
ah! ! ! !
Saidon let out a miserable howl, quickly retreated, and was staggered to be supported by a subordinate master. His body returned to normal, but the wounds on his legs were cut a finger deep, almost cutting off his legs.
And Hosiman's shoulders moved suddenly, and the bones were barely connected again, which did not affect the movement for the time being.
He half-kneeled on the spot, and gave the rest of Quentin a cold look.
"Just relying on you, you can't kill me." He said coldly.
"Then what about me?"
A beautiful female voice suddenly sounded from behind Hosiman.
He turned his head abruptly, his pupils shrank suddenly.
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One after another armored vehicles galloped forward on the expressway, and the street lights on the road continued to pass by one after another, almost forming a yellow line.
Garen was sitting in an armored vehicle at the front, watching the military map formed by gathering information from various intelligence points through his laptop.
The red dots and red areas are still used above to indicate the threat level.
There were two people driving, and a newly transferred black officer helped Garen analyze the map.
"Hossiman has been initially surrounded in this area. Now Lord Tulan and General Quentin Seidon have passed ahead of schedule and should have arrived at the target location. Of course, in order to capture the opponent alive and successfully obtain the mask, we have been using the Fatigue and heavy damage tactics, trying to capture Hosiman alive, now it seems that the effect is good. It has successfully reduced Hosiman's strength to a considerable level."
"About what level?"
"It should be barely the power of the superior, but under the distraction and vigilance of the surrounding threats, it should have reached the weakest level." The black officer replied in a deep voice.
"It's a surprise to me that I can still have such strength without rest for a week." Garen murmured while rubbing his chin.
He had a premonition that this time when he came out to hunt Hosiman to recover his soul primer, he would definitely meet the man behind the scenes who prompted Hosiman to tear the soul primer. He had a slight sense of urgency in his heart as to who caused this accident.
' Be careful. I have a bad feeling. ' came the low and weak voice of Black Sass.
"This is a conspiracy. Ever since I was torn apart from the introduction of my soul, I had no choice but to do it myself." Garen said flatly.
Black Sass was silent, he knew that Garen was right.
If he didn't take back the soul primer, Garen would leave a fatal flaw, but if he took it back, he would have to come out and kill Hosiman himself. This is an alternative and cannot be avoided.
Looking at the passing street lights and the road outside the car window, Garen slowly sank his mind and began to adjust his state.
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Just six hours after Garen left the Holy Fist Palace.
The blood alliance brazenly launched an all-round large-scale attack, and a large number of vampires appeared, armed with guns and various weapons, fighting head-on at the Holy Fist Palace and its surrounding alliance forces.
In just two hours, an all-out war broke out between the two sides. A large number of human blood races died in battle one after another. The army launched suppression, and the number of casualties rose sharply. The high-level blood clan blood alliance dispatched at least three-digit official blood clans to attack and kill all branches of the Holy Fist Palace.
This also represents the official full-scale war between the Blood Race and the Holy Fist Palace. The battlefield is mainly concentrated in the United States. It is declared to the outside world that terrorists in the United States have launched a jihad, and the military is doing its best to suppress it.
The Dark Witches also broke out with traditional witches, but what is strange is that none of the top-level Dead Apostles showed up.
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Tu Lan stood quietly behind Hosiman, dressed in a pure white lady's suit, paired with slightly whitish water-milled jeans, and her long red hair was gently tied behind her head to form a ponytail, giving people an ordinary and unremarkable look. Surprising feeling.
But it was such a calm temperament that made Hosiman's heart pause for a second.
Even though he had been mentally prepared, he still had an unsure sense of threat when facing this terrifying dead disciple-level vampire who practiced Huanlou Fist.
"It's really worth seeing that I even took action with Master Tu Lan." Hosiman laughed dryly.
"Incorporating Marshal Dam's Negatome Waterbird Fist, your boxing skills must have reached an unprecedented peak, right? It seems that you have broken through the upper level." Tu Lan looked indifferent, stretched out his finger and hooked it. "It just so happens that I broke through not too long ago, we two have a fair fight, and no one else gets involved, how about it?"
Fair fight
Hosiman was almost angry, and looked at himself covered with bruises all over his body. He had just broken through the water bird boxing and reached the death apprentice level. Fighting against Saidon, who has stimulated his potential, hurts more and more. It is not bad to have half of his strength left. Now he is fighting against a dead disciple who is in full state, unless he is crazy.
Tulan smiled slightly.
"Don't you agree? By the way, the boxing master is rushing here. If you don't seize the opportunity, it will be too late for a fair fight."
"The mask is on me, don't you want it?" Hosiman suddenly said. He took out the weird slightly black mask directly from the tattered clothes on his body.
At this moment, Hosiman's expression froze for a moment, and his eyes fell directly on the mask in his hand.
Not only him, but even Quentin Seidon, Tu Lan and the subordinate soldiers around him quickly focused their eyes on the weird sleepless mask.
hum.
The mask vibrated slightly spontaneously, and the lips opened slowly and automatically.
"What is this? What's going on?!" Hosiman felt that he could hardly hold the mask in his hand, and suddenly the other hand grabbed it together, and then suppressed the shaking of the mask.
"It's the resonance of the mask."
A series of screams sounded instantly in the darkness. That was the scream of a large number of soldiers ambushing in the woods.
At the same time, a clear male voice came from the forest, and his figure appeared behind Quentin and Seidon.
"Mask Resonance. Twelve masks, we are finally about to collect them all," another woman's voice sounded slowly.
Unexpectedly, when Tu Lan was completely unaware, on the right side of the crowd, in the dark grass, a beautiful woman with an enchanting figure stepped out again.
Amidst the clicking sound of aiming guns, Tu Lan and Quentin Saidon, as well as the subordinates of the hunting team they brought, turned some gun heads one after another, and aimed at the two of them suddenly.
The action captain's heart sank, and he looked directly at Commander Quentin, waiting for her instructions. These soldiers are all selected elite special forces. Even in the face of such a strange situation, they did not panic in the slightest. They suppressed their uneasiness and waited for the commander to issue an order.
Quentin instinctively felt an inexplicable dangerous atmosphere surrounding everyone, and looked directly at Tu Lan, who was the strongest here.
"Blood alliance." Tu Lan instantly recognized the scarlet blood alliance logo on the two of them. They also recognized the obvious identities of the two.
This kind of strength, this kind of breath, there will not be many in the entire blood alliance. The only possibility is.
"Dead Apostles. Why did they appear here?!" Tu Lan's heart sank suddenly.
"That person is right, it is indeed here." The female dead disciple said at this time. "How to solve it now?"
"No hurry, just wait." The blond-haired dead man smiled, as if he didn't see the guns aiming at them all around. "Garon will be here soon."
Compared with Hosiman of the Death Apostle class, they are so embarrassed. As Blood Race Death Apostles, their immortality completely makes them invincible. Although Hosiman has the survival strength and combat ability of the dead disciples, he is still only a human being, and still lacks the most powerful ability of a blood dead disciple-immortality. .
(end of this chapter)