Boom!
Thunder roared in the night sky, and a flash of lightning flashed across, instantly illuminating the vast grassland below into a piece of snow-white.
The prairie on the border of the United States and Canada is completely deserted. Even the nearest villages and small towns have been moved by the government army in advance and left quickly. There is no human habitation for hundreds of kilometers.
When the strong wind blew, clusters of grass taller than people's knees kept swaying with the wind, making swishing noises.
On the edge of the grassland, only tens of meters away from the forest, there were rolling hills, and the grass on top was ablaze at this moment, burning red flames, almost illuminating half of the sky.
The flames spread with the wind, and quickly burned towards the grassland in the distance.
A group of people stood sparsely on the black ground burned by the flames.
Hosiman was surrounded in the middle, and outside were the hands and soldiers of the Holy Fist Palace. Quentin and Seidon focused on dealing with it, while Tu Lan scanned the periphery.
Outside the circle surrounded by the people of Holy Fist Palace, there are two large groups of people led by a man and a woman. These people are all dressed in black and wearing black scarves. They are blood clans and vampires with blood red eyes.
The atmosphere became more and more tense.
"Tu Lan, you are a new dead disciple of our clan, why did you choose to stand on the side of the Holy Fist Palace?" the handsome blond man in black robe said at this time.
"I just found that the Holy Fist Palace is more suitable for me to stay than the Blood Alliance, and I found my true pursuit here." Tu Lan replied very seriously.
She didn't lie, only in the Holy Fist Palace, she can freely practice Huanlouquan and Miwuquan while receiving the introduction of Garen's soul, which almost gave her a brand new life pursuit, which is boring compared to before , A life of mixed eating and enjoying is infinitely more meaningful.
After trying the life of Holy Fist Palace, which can continuously improve and strengthen herself in the pleasure, and then let her return to the boring life of the previous blood alliance, she is now unwilling to die.
And now she is also a Dead Apostle, sitting on an equal footing with the other party, and has her own right to choose.
"Do you really want to stand by the Holy Fist Palace all the time?" The man frowned slightly.
"There are my pursuits and dreams here, but the blood alliance does not." Tu Lan said calmly, "Maybe I was forced and unwilling at the beginning, but it is different now."
"It's a pity." The female death disciple shook her head slightly. At this time, there were more and more blood vampires in black behind them.
But there are also more ordinary Holy Fist Palace soldiers gathering from afar. Groups of bombers and fighter jets continued to fly in the sky, and the sound of the propellers of the armed helicopters approached rapidly from far to near.
Both the Blood Race and the Holy Fist Palace are mobilizing force on a large scale. The manpower gathered in this small area is getting more and more powerful.
"Although it's a bit hasty, today is the day when the myth of the Holy Fist Palace is shattered." The female dead disciple looked up at the armed helicopter hovering in the sky, and a red light suddenly flashed in her eyes.
Immediately, a flying helicopter suddenly turned around, circling and slamming into another helicopter next to it.
boom! !
The two planes collided and quickly exploded in a ball of fire.
Numerous radios communicated quickly, and the instructions to retreat and stay away were quickly conveyed one by one. The pilots of the planes moved away from the aircraft in panic and stayed away from this area.
Tu Lan watched their actions with cold eyes, and she didn't intend to do anything at all. She had already guessed the other party's intentions. They wanted to use themselves and these high-level officials of the Holy Fist Palace as bait, plus Hosiman and the mask in their hands, to lure Garen came over directly and rescued him with his own hands.
It was obvious that they had prepared something exciting for Garen.
But at the same time, Tu Lan also has enough confidence in Garen, as long as the boxing master comes, no difficulties can stop him from moving forward.
Hosiman also didn't expect that things would develop to this point, and he seemed to be the trigger for the decisive battle between the Blood Alliance and the Holy Fist Palace unintentionally.
He tightly grasped the mask in his hand, and tried his best to seize the time to recover more of his body. Unfortunately, he was overdrawn for too long, and he didn't have enough food and water, so his recovery ability was greatly reduced at this time. I can only barely straighten out the internal injuries of the body, and the external injuries can barely stop the bleeding.
"Now the mask is the only hole card to save your life."
He subtly felt that whether it was the Holy Fist Palace or the Blood Alliance, several eyes fell on the mask in his hand. Apparently both sides have intentions to seize the mask.
Swish!
Suddenly there were two soft sounds, and two figures appeared next to a man and a woman dead disciples. They were Wellington and Hongyue in different clothes.
One of the two was dressed in a white suit, and the other looked like a homeless man, without the demeanor of a vampire dead at all.
"Mongo, Marian, all here." Wellington glanced coldly around, "I'll see how Garen can escape this time!" His expression was indifferent, but when he spoke, he gave a feeling of gnashing his teeth . Obviously, he was still resenting the miserable situation when he was beaten so helplessly by Garen.
"Don't worry, this time, Garen will come and go." The handsome blond man said with a low smile, "Holy Fist Palace is only a flash in the pan after all, and it will be completely destroyed tonight."
"Don't be careless, Brother Meng." Hongyue glanced at him lightly, then closed her eyes to rest.
The other two also stopped talking, and closed their eyes to cultivate and prepare their spirits.
The faint breaths from the four dead disciples were all connected like a vast ocean, oppressing everyone present so that they couldn't breathe.
Tu Lan secretly used the Huanlou Fist, motioning everyone around to move closer to her, and then slowly moved towards the weaker encirclement of blood clans.
Strangely, the blood race seemed to have no intention of stopping it at all.
Tu Lan suddenly glanced at the mask that was still shaking, and suddenly understood.
"These blood races must have brought all the masks they obtained. They must have some special skills to activate the resonance between the masks. If the masks are used as bargaining chips, they really don't have to worry about the teacher not showing up."
"What should we do now?" Quentin asked Seidon in a low voice.
"Wait and see, everything will be fine when the teacher comes." Tu Lan whispered.
Time passed minute by minute, and soon half an hour passed, and the members of the blood alliance remained motionless, showing great patience.
At this moment, there was a huge shock in the distance.
It seemed that something was vibrating violently, but the vibration quickly disappeared.
"Here we come!" Hongyue turned her head abruptly, looking at the distant horizon of the grassland. Through the gaps between the hills, a large convoy of black armored vehicles was slowly driving in.
The convoy stopped after a long distance. Obviously, the other side also knew that ordinary people would be useless in such a fight.
Amid the sound of the car door opening and closing, a tall masked man stepped out of the first car, also with blond hair, but his eyes were not the blood red of the blood race, but clear dark blue.
The man was wearing the martial arts uniform of the Holy Fist Palace, with a black background and white border, a holy word embroidered on the right chest, and a big holy on the back.
Getting out of the car with him was another little old man who looked dry and thin. Dressed in rags and wearing a cane, it looked as if a gust of wind could knock him down.
This person is an AG who just came out of customs. As soon as he received the news that the Holy Fist Palace and the Blood League were about to fight, he hurried over. The leader, Nessera, is also hidden nearby and ready to lead the team at any time. They are preparing a very strong shaman formation to assist the battle situation.
As soon as the two of them got out of the car, the armored vehicle quickly withdrew from the spot, obviously planning not to stay on the battlefield. These armored vehicles look very strong and tough, but for the level of the Dead Apostles, it is very simple to kill them, especially the old Situ, as long as their human control technique is swept by their sight, it is very likely to kill them. fall into their control.
If they didn't take action against the people of Holy Fist Palace for the time being, Quentin, Seidon and others might not wait for Garen to arrive, and they would be completely controlled to commit suicide and wipe out the group.
Wow.
The raindrops finally fell, and with the faint sound of clouds and thunder, it gave people a depressing and low feeling.
The night was getting darker and darker, and the moon was covered by thick dark clouds. The planes were no longer dispatched at this time. The bellows of fighter planes flying at low altitudes in such weather would undoubtedly be very large, and it would have little effect on the battle situation.
Soon a large number of human troops were also ordered to evacuate. In such a battle, their bullets had no effect on the veteran vampires. It was difficult to locate missiles precisely in this weather, and it was more likely to affect their own people. It's better to evacuate your own people first, and then you can use various methods conveniently.
Garen and AG looked at the four dead disciples of the blood alliance from a distance. I also saw Tulan, Quentin and others in the encirclement, as well as the mask in the hands of Hosiman in the center.
"The situation is a bit complicated."
"How do you plan to solve it?" AG asked calmly.
"What the vampires want is undoubtedly a chance to fight me to the death. They want me to be willing to fight them. Of course it won't work without some means." Garen knew it well, "The mask and the surrounded people are all A chess piece to intimidate me. Of course, it is also possible that they also want a mask."
He clapped his hands directly, and two figures quickly appeared in the darkness behind him, both men in white holy fist palace uniforms, and they came behind him carrying a black sealed metal box.
With a snap, the box was opened, and inside were all the masks Garen had collected so far. The masks were stacked one on top of the other, and they were vibrating continuously. The vibration was not strong on Thursday hi. Strangely, the lips of the mask were slightly opened, getting bigger and bigger, and finally turned into a howling black hole. Even the mask on Garen's face was no exception.
"Sleepless Face. The blood race must have brought all the masks they got. In addition to the one in Hosiman's hand, the twelve masks should be collected today." Gallon said calmly.
He glanced at the potential points in his attribute bar.
'Power 7. Dexterity7. Constitution 10. Intelligence 12. Potential 33124%. Soul Limit 30. '
The two masks he just got were obtained by Tu Lan himself, which provided him with a lot of potential points. Now that he has more than 300 potential points, he can increase his attributes by a bit. It's just that he hesitated for a while, and still didn't use it right away.
(end of this chapter)