What Garon noticed was that the runes on the blade were moving and changing on their own. What material were they made of? It was the same for Flamingo. The blade was glowing with red runes. This was not something that could be explained by common sense.
Even though the rune sword was not enough to threaten him, it was enough to pierce through his skin. Just this alone was enough for him to not underestimate it.
"White Eagle, can you let me take a look at your sword?" Garen asked calmly.
White Eagle was stunned. He looked at Garon, and at the same time glanced at the detective. He hesitated.
"Sure."
He walked over and handed the rune sword to Garon.
Garon took it and began to examine it carefully.
*****
Northern Region
Somewhere in the thick fog.
In the densely packed forest of black human figures.
Sylphalan was half-kneeling on the ground. Heavy breaths came out of his nostrils. He pressed one hand on the ground, and the other on his heart.
Ba-thump! Ba-thump! Ba-thump!!
The clear sound of heartbeats echoed throughout the stone forest like the beating of a drum.
Sylphalan bit his lower lip. The hand covering his heart tightened on his clothes and muscles. The piercing pain from his heart made him unable to concentrate. Even his vision was getting blurry.
"Can you do it?" Flamingo walked out from behind a black statue. He was dressed in red, with the Sword of the Wisps at his waist. He looked clean and pure, like a ball of pure flame. Even his feet did not seem to have any dust on them.
"It's okay …" Sylphalan struggled to stand up and answered in a low voice. "When it's time, you should leave. I suspect that I can't hold myself back. "
Flamingo was silent for a while.
"Don't force yourself."
"I know. But after holding myself back for so long, it's time to let go. "Sylphalan replied calmly.
"I really don't know if your choice was right or wrong." Flamingo was helpless. He slowly retreated into the thick fog, and no one could see him anymore.
At this moment, there was the sound of hurried footsteps outside.
"He's hiding here! Sylphalan, you're dead this time! "
"You killed my father! I can finally settle this today! "" Be careful of the others in the Immortal Palace! Ace, get everyone to be on guard! "" Yes! "
A series of voices were rapidly approaching. Wave after wave of extremely powerful auras quickly surrounded Sylphalan.
These people were all top elites. Among them, there were four or five auras that could release a strong aura. They had already reached the level of a top Grandmaster of Combat, only slightly weaker than Duskdune Shura. These people were all here for the Immortal Palace. They were all enemies of the Immortal Palace, Sylphalan. Some were because Sylphalan was too strong, and they wanted to eliminate him first so that they could get rid of the threat of the Black Smoke Pot.
Plop!!
Another heartbeat sounded in Sylphalan's chest. His brows furrowed tightly together, countless veins popping out and gathering in between his brows.
Phew …
He stood up, and there were two lumps under his armpits.
*****
Garon carefully inspected the runic sword. The runic sword in his hand was no different from an ordinary sword. There were no flowing runes, no special power effects. It seemed to be just a simple sword.
"How wonderful …" He returned the rune sword to White Eagle. Although he didn't find anything special, some of the patterns were indeed very wonderful.
The sky had completely darkened, and the faint moonlight shone down from above. Through the fog, one could vaguely see a silhouette.
"Mr. Garon." Dale Quicksilver finally returned to Garon's side. "I think I can now confirm who the Clown King is."
"Oh?" Garon looked at him with interest. "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure!" Dale Quicksilver nodded.
"Then tell me, where is the Clown King hiding?" Garon looked at him intently. He carefully sensed everyone present, including the three generals of Weisman. Everything was normal, and there was nothing out of the ordinary.
"Actually, the Clown King isn't hiding. He's just pretending to be someone else." Dale Quicksilver answered calmly.
"Pretending to be someone else?" Si Lan and King of Nightmares came over and listened to their conversation.
"Yes, but his disguise is very realistic. Normal people wouldn't be able to tell. "Dale Quicksilver said calmly. "Didn't you feel that the atmosphere here has been strange since just now?"
"Oh?" It was only then that Garen noticed that, indeed, since an hour ago, all the forces present seemed to have become a little strange, and a strange atmosphere was constantly pervading the air.
He looked around with rapt attention.
The forces of the werewolves were gathered together, and he didn't know what they were talking about.
The three generals of Weisman were quietly sitting not far away, resting with their eyes closed.
The Demon Hunters seemed to be hurriedly setting up something, and were unusually busy.
The other forces, big and small, were also resting.
"Is there a way to directly identify him?" Garon shifted his gaze and looked at Dale Quicksilver.
"Of course."
Dale looked at the others around him, and his gaze was calm and collected. "Actually, the real Clown King is hiding in the most inconspicuous group." He suddenly looked at a group of strangers in the corner. "Later, when Gate Master Garon hears my shout, please act immediately, or else he'll escape again!"
"No problem." Garon nodded.
"Good." Dale Quicksilver stared at the group of unknown people in the distance, and raised his hand, as if to identify them. "The real Clown King … Catch the White Eagle!!!"
He suddenly roared, and turned to run behind Garon.
At that moment, no one could react in time.
The White Eagle's expression changed, and his rune sword suddenly drew a fan-shaped sword shadow, slashing towards Dale Quicksilver.
Bam!!!
A strong gust of wind blew his sword away, causing it to miss.
This gust of wind was Garon's white breath!
He jumped up, and grabbed the White Eagle's rune sword with one hand, and grabbed his neck with the other. Like a tiger pouncing on a sheep, he brought a strong gust of wind with him.
Woo!!!!
'White Eagle' screamed as he retracted his sword and retreated. The tips of his feet tripped a few times, but he was actually one step faster than Garen. He somersaulted three times in mid-air and dodged Garen's attack.
"You again!! Dale Quicksilver! I wanted to let you go, but you asked for it! I'm going to kill you today! "
"I'd like to see how you're going to kill the people I'm protecting!" Garon's voice was cold.
"I, the Clown King, have never failed to assassinate anyone!" After the Clown King landed, he tore off the human skin mask on his face, revealing a strange man's face painted with oil.
Garon was about to make his move, when he suddenly heard Dale Quicksilver groan behind him. He turned back to look.
Detective Dale was holding his right arm, and his face was bruised. It was obvious that he was poisoned. And there was a small red wound on his arm, which was obviously inflicted just now.
"You're asking for it!" Garon was instantly enraged.
Boom!!
A large crater exploded under his feet, and he shot out like an arrow, his right hand grabbing the Clown King's throat. Before he reached, a transparent force came out of nowhere, sinister and hidden.
Just as the transparent force was about to touch the Clown King's throat, a strong and ferocious force came from the side, and accurately hit Garon's arm, causing him to miss.
Boom!
The claw hit the stone statue on the side, and instantly turned the black stone into tofu-like powder and sand, and dug out a large piece from the statue. The scattered shards hit the ground in the distance, and a lot of small holes appeared.
Just the scattered shards from the aftershock had such a strong impact, and everyone who saw it felt a chill down their spine.
The Clown King's back was even colder. If he wasn't saved by someone, he would have been torn in half.
Garon was furious. This sneak attack could have killed the Clown King before he knew how strong he was. The Clown King wouldn't have been able to use any of his skills, and would have been torn in half just like the Clown King.
If someone didn't suddenly jump out from the side and hit his arm.
He watched as the Clown King retreated far away like a frightened rabbit. He was getting more and more annoyed. He looked at the person who blocked him.
"It's you!!" He suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his face was filled with shock.
Not only him, even Andrela and the King of Nightmares were surprised. They originally thought that Garon could handle it himself. After all, no matter how strong the Clown King was, he was still ranked below Duskdune Shura, and couldn't withstand a single blow. But they didn't expect this to happen.
"Let's go after him …" Andrela stood up abruptly, his hand holding the hilt of his sword, and didn't finish his sentence.
The King of Nightmares' expression became serious, and he looked around.
The leader of the Werewolves, the leader of the Demon Hunters, and the three generals of the Weisman all stood up, and looked over. Moreover, the way they were standing made it seem as if they were surrounding him.
The Clown King laughed sharply, and looked over from afar.
"The generals of the Weisman have long wanted to get rid of you elites of the Confederation. I didn't expect you to stupidly negotiate with them, and form a temporary alliance? Idiots! "
The Glorious Crown crossed his arms in front of his chest and stood still.
"White Peacock, as long as you agree to join the Weisman, I don't want to ruin my years of reputation because of you."
Garon ignored him, and his gaze gradually calmed down, and looked at the person blocking him.
"I thought you would make your move later, I didn't expect it to be so early …"
In fact, he had already expected this situation, the people of the Weisman were not trustworthy. He just didn't expect it to be so early.
The person in front of him looked at Garon calmly.
"Actually, to me, you are the biggest threat. Give up, you have no hope. "
"Palosa, you really think you can suppress me?" Garon tore off his shirt, revealing his white and strong upper body.
"Don't forget, I am the First Divine General." Palosa tore off his shirt as well, revealing a black close-fitting martial arts suit.
The person blocking him was the White Bird Holy Fist Palosa, who separated from him earlier. He didn't know what kind of agreement he had with the Clown King, but he actually saved him at the last minute.
"Boring."
Garon slowly put his hands together, as if he was bowing to a statue of Buddha. As his palms slowly touched each other, a huge invisible airflow slowly surrounded him.
"My Divine Statue Technique is complete, and I have never used my full strength before. Palosa … Don't disappoint me. "
His eyes suddenly opened, and his hands pierced forward.
"Divine Statue – West Phoenix Fist!"
Screech!!
As Garon made his move, two huge bird wings suddenly appeared on both sides of his body. Those were the wings of a phoenix, transparent and shapeless, and together with his hands, they pierced forward. The crisp sound of a phoenix was heard.
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