Garon sat on the high platform. He looked like he was watching the match seriously, but in reality, he was just watching casually.
As he watched the match casually, he quietly asked the Gate Master about the situation at Skylark Mountain Waterfall.
"The First Divine General of Skylark Mountain should be coming out of seclusion soon. He ordered us to send in more and more supplements. Without the Heavenly General's summons, no one is allowed to enter the waterfall. "The Gate Master replied softly.
"Looks like it's a crucial moment." Garon nodded. "I'll stay here for three days and wait for him to come out. Inform him when you send in the daily necessities. "
"No problem." Gate Master Bondi nodded. This man was Holy Fist Palosa's nephew. He had been trained by Palosa since young. Even so, he was quite talented, but he was still a long way from reaching the Holy Fist Realm. He was only at the level of a normal Grandmaster of Combat.
Bondi looked at Garon and asked, "Does the Heavenly General have any opinions or suggestions regarding the Confederation's current situation?"
"Why would you ask me this?" Garon smiled.
"I heard that the Heavenly General has a good relationship with the Confederation's upper management. You also hold an important position in the Confederation." Bondi answered carefully.
"Oh? News travels fast. "Garon didn't deny it.
The announcement of the winner came from below. "Aishafreia of the East wins!"
Garon glanced down and answered casually, "Although I hold a position in the Confederation, I'm only in contact with a small part of it. I'm not too sure about these things. "
"It's just a suggestion." Bondi's face was serious. "Our Southern Sky Holy Fist Gate doesn't have any external enemies. Instead, it's becoming more and more chaotic. Without external pressure, the sects that were once united are thinking of splitting up. If we're not careful, we might split up again. " He looked at Garon's face and continued, "The Confederation's current situation is unstable. You haven't received any news about the recent situation, right?"
"What situation?" Garon became more serious.
"A day ago, the Federation's special military port, Moshi City, was ambushed by Weisman. The allied forces of the three countries came ashore and more than 200,000 people in Moshi City were massacred. Only a hundred or so people survived because they were responsible for burying and burning the corpses. "Speaking of this matter, Bondi's expression was unusually ugly. "The federal government has sealed off the news. I only found out about it because my disciple's family was there. I'm sure the news will spread here soon. "
"More than two hundred thousand people were massacred?!" Garon's face froze. "Allied forces of three countries? Which three countries? "
"Weisman, Scarlet Moon, and Tartaran. These three empires are led by Weisman," Bondi replied solemnly.
"Are you sure it's real? More than 200,000 people! Not one or two hundred, but one or two thousand. "Garon's first reaction was disbelief. "Everywhere these days, thousands of people dying will be reported everywhere. More than two hundred thousand people died, and there wasn't even a splash? "
"I'm 100% sure!" Bandy nodded.
Garen squinted his eyes and his heart started to feel heavy. No matter what, the turmoil in the Federation would greatly affect the White Cloud Gate and the safety of his family. Although he could ask the Sirens to help him escape the war, it would not be as safe as staying in his own country.
"No rush … Let's see how the higher-ups react first. The Federation won't be defeated so easily. "
"I hope so …" Bondi went silent and did not say anything else.
Garon pressed his hand on the armrest, his eyes narrowed as if he was thinking about something. However, the atmosphere around him was obviously not as relaxed as before.
The day after receiving the news from Bondi, Cynthia received a report from her subordinates, confirming the authenticity of the news. It would not take long for the news to spread throughout the Federation. After all, the disappearance of so many people was not a small number.
On the evening of the third day, the qualifiers had reached the end.
Garon did not go to watch the qualifiers. Instead, under the arrangement of the Gate Master, he went to a secluded hall alone.
The hall seemed to be a small church in the past. In the middle of the dark hall, there was a seven to eight meter tall bronze statue of God. There was a faint scent of incense in the air.
Garon walked into the hall. The inner disciple who led the way automatically closed the door and left. He was the only one left in the empty hall.
The statue of God was in front of him, looking down at him. It was a human figure in a gray robe with a cloak covering his face. There was a row of inverted spikes on his back. It looked ferocious and primitive.
Garon stood in front of the statue and did not say anything. He waited quietly for a while.
Soon, a tall and skinny figure slowly came out from behind the statue. White hair and white beard. His face was kind and peaceful. He wore the same gray robe. It was Palosa, who was still in seclusion.
"Long time no see, Garon."
"You're finally out. You must have made your decision right? Join us. "Garon said calmly.
"I heard that you guys got a Mirror of Secret Texts from the Immortal Palace in Picardi?" Palosa avoided the topic and asked about it instead.
"If you join us, we can share it with you. Not only that, we have other information. "Regarding the Smoke Island, if the Immortal Palace was interested in the treasure, it would not be something simple. This was also why the King of Nightmares and Andrela decided to take a look. But if Palosa refused to join them, they would not tell him this information.
"Isn't the pursuit of breaking through the limits the only dream of people at our level? There is nothing to hesitate about. "Palosa agreed without hesitation. As a master at his level, there was no need to play any tricks. Since he agreed, there was no need to doubt him.
After all, everyone was working together for benefits. When there were no more benefits, they would go their separate ways.
Garon told Palosa about this agreement. He also wanted to take revenge for the injury he suffered last time.
"How's your injury?" Garon asked. "Last time we got the Argent Mirror from the Immortal Palace. This time we might have to face the Immortal Palace. You better be prepared."
"Don't worry. Even if it's not fully healed, Sylphalan will be worse than me." Palosa said confidently. "If there is something worth fighting for, I won't drag you guys down."
"Then we'll go together?"
"No need. I have some errands to take care of during this time."
"Alright. See you in Hiluda then. "
"Mm, see you in Hiluda."
Garon turned and walked out of the hall. The door closed slowly.
Palosa watched him leave. Only when the footsteps were completely gone did a serious look appear in his eyes.
"This guy has gotten stronger again … Sylphalan, this time I have prepared a big gift for you!!"
After leaving the hall, Garon could see that Palosa's condition had returned to how it was before. But he seemed to be more confident than before. Although he didn't know what kind of trump card this guy had prepared, but this was good. In these precarious times, the stronger the companion, the better.
After informing them of the situation here, Garon carefully calculated the various tasks he had to take care of this time.
"There are only two things left."
He took the car arranged for him in the night and quietly left the Southern Sky Holy Fist Gate. He headed to the Confederation's capital, Yang Liu City.
Felicity was currently there. More importantly, according to the Golden Hoop's intelligence, the highest leader of the Behemoth Gate, Marshal Black Orchid. She had already agreed to a private meeting with Garon. The two sides would officially meet in the capital, a bustling city where the good and the bad mixed together.
For a long time, under Garon's leadership, the White Cloud Gate, Celestial Circle Gate, Crimson Sand Sword, and the entire Southern martial arts world worked together to attack the Behemoth Gate.
After Garon killed the Behemoth Gate's elite, Clark, he stole the Blood of Eternal Life that he had just obtained.
Recently, the Celestial Circle Gate, with the cooperation of various intelligence sources, had also surrounded a secret base of the Behemoth Gate. It could be said that in the entire Southern martial arts world, there was almost no place for the Behemoth Gate to stand.
Originally, the Behemoth Gate sent out news that they wanted to officially meet with Garon. However, they were rejected by Garon.
Then came the Picardi's Argent Mirror incident. Once this news spread, the Behemoth Gate, who had not been very proactive before, immediately became much more proactive. They contacted the White Cloud Gate's intelligence branch many times, hoping to officially meet with Garon.
After a few times, they actually managed to invite a high-ranking Lieutenant General of the Confederation to mediate. Only then did Garon agree to the meeting, but it could only be a private meeting. The location was set in the capital, Yang Liu City. The Golden Hoop mobilized a large number of troops to surround and guard the city.
Other than the meeting with the Behemoth Gate, there was Felicity's problem, which could be solved at once.
After Garon returned, he confirmed Felicity's predicament. As a friend, helping her out was nothing. Plus, this wasn't a big deal to him right now.
*****
On the plane.
Under the starry night sky, specks of blue starlight shone on the smooth body of the plane, reflecting a beautiful, mirror-like luster.
The four-winged black military transport plane moved slowly above the clouds, and below it was an endless sea of blue-black clouds.
The plane was like a small black bird flying slowly above the endless sea of blue cotton, with wisps of clouds floating around it from time to time. It flew directly towards the full moon in the distant sky.
Garon sat in the cabin, quietly looking at the endless sea of blue-black clouds around him. Sitting in the plane right now, it was like being in an endless world of cotton.
The sea of cotton clouds below slowly moved back, and above it was a pitch-black curtain of the night, dotted with countless blue diamonds, stretching as far as the eye could see.
"Sir, your coffee." A beautiful female soldier walked to Garon's side with a cup of hot coffee, and slowly put it down.
"Thank you." Garon took the white porcelain cup and smelled it. It didn't have a very authentic aroma, but it was good enough to be able to drink it on a high-altitude plane. "Oh right, how much longer until the destination?"
"About an hour more, sir!" The female soldier stood at attention with a serious expression.
"Can I trouble you to bring me today's newspapers?"
"Please wait a moment."
Soon, another female soldier brought over a large stack of newspapers, and hung them all on the back of the seat hook on Garon's left side.
Garon randomly flipped through them, and suddenly his hand stopped, and he picked up a newspaper and opened it.
"Bloody massacre at the military port! Who should pay for this? "" Naval port ambushed! Casualties reached 200,000! "
"The Weisman Empire announces: This is a war of systems, a war of reform!"
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