"What? You don't want to? " Trish sneered, "Hehe, that's right. Rogues are all idiots who won't give up until the end. A bunch of idiots who only have muscles. "
"You … You're from the Military Council!" Garon suddenly recognized the meaning of the iron plate. In Cia's childhood memory, he had heard his cousin Hathaway mention it.
The Military Council was the strongest and most terrifying dark organization among the mortals. They committed all kinds of evil, and had a spider web like tentacles in the dark world. And the upper echelons were mysterious, even the kings of many countries had been successfully assassinated by them. They were the only ruler of the dark world.
"As a Rogue, you have to know the rules. Or do you think a normal Luminarist can protect you? "Trish continued to sneer.
Garon frowned, he didn't know what a Rogue was, but he had heard of the Military Council's strength. Obviously, she saw him as someone who made a living in the dark world.
"Forget it, talking to an idiot like you is really troublesome." Trish waved one hand.
"Are you retarded? Or do you think others are retarded like you? "Garon was too lazy to think, and said directly with a mocking face. "You think you can just take out a random iron plate and make people give up resistance and surrender?"
Trish's face turned cold.
"There are actually people who don't recognize my Kingfisher's plate …"
Whoosh!
She swung her left arm, and a short green bow suddenly grew out of her hand. Her right hand pulled the bowstring, and it suddenly made a squeaking sound.
"Forget it, it won't take much time to kill you with my own hands." Trish's mouth curved into a strange smile.
"Shameless boasting!" Garon snorted coldly. He took a big step, and his body turned into a gray shadow and pounced.
At the same time, the bowstring loosened, and Trish stood still, while Garon jumped. A strange sound wave slowly spread out, spreading in all directions.
The two of them, one moving and one still, at this moment.
Boom boom boom …!!!
A series of red flames exploded from all directions. Countless red smoke were like countless tentacles, rushing towards the gaps in the forest, leaving no gaps.
"Heart of Awakening, River of Aiwus!" Trish's arms stopped, and suddenly her right hand pulled the bowstring madly.
Clank clank clank clank!
The bowstring made a series of clear noises, constantly emitting special vibrating sound waves.
The sound waves and red mist instantly closed in on Garon, forming a complete circle that surrounded him from all directions.
Garon stood in the middle and instantly closed his eyes. He took a deep breath, and his chest puffed up like a balloon, looking extremely terrifying.
Pa!
His right palm was facing downwards, and a whitish-gold halo slowly appeared.
Suddenly, his eyes widened, and his pupils glowed with traces of platinum.
"Northern Cloud Capturing Hand!!"
Whoosh!
The wind began to blow.
The wind rustled the trees.
A large hole appeared in the ball of red smoke. A large amount of red smoke gathered below Garon's right palm, forming a red ball of air that was spinning at high speed.
Garon leaped forward, bringing along countless streams of air around his body. The faint howl of a giant elephant could be heard in the air.
His right palm struck forward! Countless auras violently rushed towards Trish's chest. The powerful airflow caused the surrounding leaves to rustle, as if a hurricane was descending, extremely powerful.
The sound waves released by the bowstring were completely destroyed, and the red ball of smoke fiercely pressed towards Trish's chest. The blazing red light illuminated her face, making it seem as if it had turned completely red.
"Heaven's Dome!!!!"
Trish roared, and instead of retreating, she charged forward, splitting into two figures, one charging forward, the other slowly dissipating on the spot. It was actually an afterimage!
The green bow's bowstring was instantly pulled taut, as if it was about to break. There was actually a faint trace of silver on the bowstring.
Clang!!
The bowstring was released, and a silver arc shot out, cutting towards Garon's right palm.
In an instant, the two of them attacked consecutively, the terrifying effect of Northern Cloud Capturing Hand and Heaven's Dome. The red ball of smoke and the silver arc instantly collided.
Vera who was not far away covered her eyes.
Boom!!
The strong wind blew Vera to the point that she could not stand steadily, and staggered back a few steps. Her ears were buzzing, and she could not hear anything.
She waited until it calmed down a little before looking forward again.
In the field, a grey shadow and a green shadow were crazily colliding, and after every collision, the green shadow would emit a trace of silver light.
"Trish even used her Totem Light!" Vera took two steps back, her heart filled with shock. Trish who used her Totem Light could be said to be invincible below the Luminarists! That was the final trump card given to them by the organization.
And now, she was only barely on par with her opponent!?
Ugh! A woman's painful groan was heard.
In the midst of the fierce battle, the green shadow suddenly stopped and rolled away, spilling a little blood.
The grey shadow caught up again, and a red jade-like texture appeared on both of her palms, and the roar of the giant elephant in the air became clearer.
Boom!!
The two of them clashed again. The aftershock of the energy hit the tree trunk, and like an axe, it left scars, and countless white bark fragments exploded.
Garon's figure appeared, and his right palm hung down, and countless white and red clouds gathered under his palm.
"Statue Fusion!" He suddenly roared, and a huge platinum statue vaguely appeared behind him. The statue suddenly shrunk, and rushed into his body.
His entire body quickly expanded to almost two and a half meters, and his muscles were tight, as if he was a mythical giant.
"How can martial arts reach such a level!!!??" Trish spat out blood, and staggered back step by step, her eyes filled with disbelief.
"It's over!" Garon's eyes recalled the brand new martial arts system he saw just now, and suddenly understood.
He grabbed forward with one hand.
"Ten Thousand Mammoths Traction, Divine and Martial Fusion!!"
His right hand suddenly slowed down, and a trace of silver light appeared on the back of his hand.
In a flash, countless blue light spots flew out from Garon's body, and the light spots quickly became smaller and smaller, covering the entire forest in all directions. It covered an area of a hundred meters.
Trish only felt a terrifying invisible pressure around her body.
"No!! No!! I won't die here … I won't!! "She struggled to pull the bowstring of her green bow.
She raised her forearm, and aimed at Garon.
Squeak …
The bowstring was pulled halfway.
Blood flowed out of Trish's eyes, nostrils, and ears. Her whole body trembled, and looked at the cold Garon opposite her.
"You …!!" She opened her mouth to say something.
"Bam!!"
Trish's head suddenly exploded, and turned into countless red and white paste that scattered all over the ground.
"Plop."
The headless corpse fell to the ground.
Everything in the forest returned to silence.
Garon stood with his hands behind his back, and stood in front of Trish's corpse, and turned to look at Vera.
The latter knelt on the ground, clutching her throat tightly. Her face was pale, and she was no longer breathing.
Garon raised his right index finger. A blue butterfly flew out from behind him, and slowly landed on the tip of his finger.
"It's all thanks to you, or the other one would have escaped." Garon muttered softly.
He tossed it lightly, and the neon butterfly instantly turned into a blue light, and shot into the short staff at his waist.
After hurriedly searching for some things on Trish and Vera's bodies, Garon did not stay for long, and quickly left the place.
He was still reminiscing about that last palm, the peak state of Divine Martial Arts as One.
If in the previous world, his battle with Sylphalan had already reached the peak of human limits, then just now he seemed to have found the perfect way to use the power of a Luminarist, and combine it with his Secret Techniques.
Ever since he came to this world, Garon had always been unhappy that his Secret Techniques could not improve. But now, he seemed to have seen a glimmer of hope.
Running through the forest, he quickly returned to the forest near the sightseeing car.
The two sightseeing cars were almost completely destroyed, and only two tourists were supporting each other, leaning against a tree stump, their faces full of blood and scalded blisters.
Garon could tell from their clothes and appearance that one of them was the black-robed clergy, and the other was the young officer.
They were very lucky, and managed to survive the burning of the red smoke, barely surviving.
Garon was slightly apologetic, after all, the two of them were chasing after him, and he was the one who implicated the people in the two cars. Even though he had killed countless people, but innocent people who died purely because of the aftermath still made him feel guilty.
"Damned Obscuro Society!" His face was gloomy.
Suddenly, the faint sound of horse hooves could be heard from afar, and a team of black-robed police officers were rushing towards them.
Garon walked out of the forest quietly, the grey robe on his body was torn and scratched from the fierce battle with Trish, and looked tattered. There were also large amounts of blood splattered on many places.
At the same time, he silently activated the Turtle Breathing Technique in his body, and retracted his blood. Instantly, his face looked pale, bloodless, and extremely weak.
Just as he got close to the clergy and the officer, the officer raised his head and looked at him.
"You're really lucky."
Garon opened his mouth to speak, but immediately started coughing violently.
"Don't say anything, looking at you, you probably fell off the car, right?" The clergy's blistered face showed a smile that was uglier than crying. His eyes were swollen, as if he had just cried.
Garon nodded, and sat down beside the two of them, panting heavily, and coughing violently from time to time, as if he was half dead.
The hurried sound of horse hooves quickly approached, and the black-robed police officers quickly stopped in front of the three of them, dismounted, and frowned as they looked at the tragic scene of corpses and cars.
"This is too tragic …" A young female police officer couldn't help but cover her mouth with her pale face. She had just seen a three year old boy, whose head and body were trampled by a furious black bull, and whose face still had a crying expression.
A middle-aged male police officer who was the leader dismounted, walked to the side of the carriage with a heavy expression, and pulled out the white feathered arrow that was nailed to the carriage.
"It's the Military Council again! These damned animals!! "He couldn't help but curse, his chest rising and falling, and he seemed extremely irritable. "Reese! Report to the Secret Service immediately! Carter, investigate the identity of the dead! Give me a list of names to inform the family members! If the Secret Service doesn't care, report to the National Service!! If they don't care, I will!! "
The male police officer slammed his palm on the carriage angrily. A trace of silver light suddenly flashed on the back of his hand.
Garon, who was sitting at the side, felt a wave of sadness in his heart. From the corner of his eyes, he suddenly saw the trace of silver light, and his heart skipped a beat.
"This person is also a Luminarist!? National Service!? One of the three main departments! This person must have connections to be working there! "Garon's mind instantly turned into a few thoughts.
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