After returning from the White Phoenix base and parting ways with AG, Garon returned directly to the base of the Nighthawk Mercenary Group, a private manor in the wilderness.
It was tens of kilometers away from the city, and the Nighthawk surveillance equipment was set up all around. There were people on duty 24 hours a day to ensure absolute safety.
In a spacious room, Garon swept everything out. The entire room was empty, and there was nothing else other than the floor and walls.
The length and width of the room reached more than ten meters, giving off an unusually spacious feeling.
At night, the faint sounds of mercenaries bragging and playing cards could be heard from outside, and there were also the sounds of people snoring in their sleep.
There was also the faint sound of a car engine. Other than the big missions, the Nighthawk Mercenary Group usually took on some small missions, such as bodyguard escorts, accompanying negotiations, and so on. These missions were safe and simple, and usually when people saw their mercenary group appear and saw their logo, they would not choose to attack them. Even though the current situation in South Africa was complicated, and some small countries had their governments destroyed, the power struggle was turbulent, and there were many warlords.
But when they saw the Nighthawk Mercenary Group's logo, they still would not choose to attack them directly. The reputation of Africa's number one mercenary group was still very strong, and this reputation was built on thousands or even tens of thousands of people killed, and was not based on empty words.
As soon as Garon made his move, he eliminated the main leader of Black Knife, then chased Levi for thousands of miles, captured Kenna, and eliminated the White Phoenix's peacekeeping reinforcements.
This series of battle results shocked the entire African mercenary world, and there were already people who called him the Nighthawk King behind his back. This was because not long after the White Phoenix fell into his hands, and before the troops there could react, the White Phoenix headquarters had an earthquake, and the entire underground headquarters collapsed, causing heavy casualties.
Some people guessed that this was not a coincidence, and that it was very likely man-made. But no one believed it.
In the end, the White Phoenix did not have the time to care about Garon at all. The branch base had a problem and suffered heavy losses, and the key was how to explain it to the Primary Colors headquarters.
After returning for a week, Garon's life returned to normal. Every morning, he would wake up to do morning exercises, read books at noon, listen to music, contact his parents and friends, go out in the afternoon, buy souvenirs as a normal tourist, and taste good food. At night, he would focus on studying the secret technique that he had just obtained.
As for the Stone Clock of Fortune, Garon threw it to the Nighthawks after absorbing all of its mysterious energy, and handed it over to the auction house that they had worked with for a long time.
Not only that, Garen also sent Jay to take over the assets left behind by the men in black that Levi left behind.
Even though the entire organization of men in black had been completely destroyed by the Nighthawks, the most important assets and channels were all stored in an international bank in code. They needed to be retrieved separately. All of this would take time.
Garon was still waiting for the various relics and antiques that the Black Uniform Organization had collected over the years. With such an organization collecting such information over the years, perhaps he could find out the true formation process and principle of Potential Value relics.
"When White Phoenix finds out that the problem was caused by AG, they will probably be wary. But … AG's so-called small lesson is a little too big. Is he trying to force me into his camp? " Garon's hands were beating rhythmically. His ten fingers were placed in front of him. It was as if he was holding a beating heart in his hands.
His breathing was sometimes hurried, sometimes slow, sometimes long, and sometimes unusually short.
Following the changes in his breathing, the beating of his heart in his chest was faintly the opposite of the beating in his hands. If this side did not beat, then it would beat, and if this side beat, then it would stop. It just happened to form a continuous thumping sound.
Following the continuous beating, the cool aura in Garon's body began to circulate slowly. It was like icy thin snakes that kept swimming around his internal organs, as if it was swimming around his abdominal cavity.
This was the Potential Value that he had absorbed using a secret technique. It was not filtered by his own ability. It was the most primitive Potential Value aura.
He wanted to use this method to experience the difference between before and after the filtering.
This aura was only a small part of the Stone Clock of Fortune. It was very small, and he had used a secret technique to absorb it into his body as an experiment. The rest of it was directly absorbed by his ability and stored as Potential Points.
Even so, it was the result of Garon's efforts to suppress it. The moment he absorbed it, his ability instantly took effect. It wanted to instinctively absorb the Potential Value aura by force, but it was controlled by Garon's efforts.
"It's a little more turbid … This aura …" Once again, he felt the Potential Value absorbed by the secret technique slowly strengthening his internal organs. Garon closed his eyes slightly to feel the subtle changes.
On the Attribute Pane in his vision, the Vitality Attribute began to blur slowly. There was clearly a change, but this change was very small. Even the blur was abnormally weak.
"There are too many impurities in this kind of secret technique. The absorption waste is too great. The efficiency of using the body's instinct to remove the impurities is too low. A lot of energy is expelled along with the impurities. It's not as efficient as the ability to filter it."
Garon estimated that if his ability could produce ten Potential Points, it would only require twelve units of Potential Value. If he wanted to achieve the same effect with the secret technique, he would need at least a hundred units of Potential Value.
This was a huge difference.
Moreover, the pure Potential Value that his ability could produce could be added to his skills. It was just that the strengthening of the brain's learning and comprehension mechanisms could not be compared to the crude secret technique strengthening.
The secret technique strengthening could only strengthen his Vitality. It could not do anything else …
"A product of failure … This level of exploration is too inferior." Opening his eyes in disappointment, Garon exhaled. There was an unpleasant smell in his breath. It was the smell of the impurities being expelled from his body.
"My strength may be able to reach Form 6 for a short period of time, but it's only for a moment. After that, I'll be heavily injured and will need to consume Potential Points to recover. It's far from my peak state in the Totem World. I still need a lot of Potential Points to recover my Vitality. "
He glanced at a thin book on the ground beside him.
It was the secret record that AG gave him before he left. It was a record of general knowledge about the Blood Breeds and some supernatural powers. Inside, there was an extremely detailed description of the Blood Breeds at the Blood Breeds' Death Apostle level. There were detailed descriptions of their powers, levels, and methods.
Flipping open the book, Garon scanned it with his eyes. New lines of words came into view clearly.
This book could be recorded by AG from afar, and the contents could be constantly revised.
It could also be used as a secret communication method between the two of them.
'Among the Blood Breeds, high level Blood Breeds can already pose a threat to you and me. You need to be vigilant. The Death Apostle level has powers that far exceed yours and mine. Do not come into contact with them easily. They are extremely difficult to kill. Every Death Apostle has a different powerful ability. They can be reborn in any living being with their own blood. According to my speculation, the one who is watching you is most likely a Death Apostle. '
AG's words slowly appeared line by line.
Garon frowned slightly.
"How destructive is the Death Apostle's power?" He took out a gel pen from his clothes and quickly wrote on the page. Strangely, just as he finished writing, AG's notes continued to appear below.
'They are not purely material. They have no soul. This type of life form is incomprehensible to us. But it's extremely strange. The Death Apostle level has different powers, but what they have in common is that they all have incomparably powerful strength, speed, and Vitality. The strength and Vitality that you displayed earlier have already reached the peak of a human. But compared to them, it's still far from it. 'AG replied.
"Can you be more specific?" Garon frowned.
'On the basis of your previous performance, increase it by tens of times, or even hundreds of times.' AG replied, 'There was once a Death Apostle who was hit directly by an experimental laser cannon and walked out unscathed. No one knows their limits. No one has ever defeated them in the Material World. And no one can kill them in the Material World. '
"Material World?" Garon asked, "Does that mean there are other worlds that can kill them?" He thought of the inner world in the Totem World.
'They are the manipulators of consciousness, the kings of dreams. Their real bodies are hidden in the Dream World. If you want to kill a Death Apostle, you must find their real bodies in the Dream World.'
"Dream World?" Garon instantly recalled the strange dream that day.
'In the dream, they can easily manipulate the other person's emotions, feelings, and trigger their various negative emotions. To achieve their own goals. Sometimes they will also weave the perfect dream world, allowing the dreamer to satisfy their desires and indulge in it. If you can't clearly realize that you are dreaming, then it's very likely that your deepest secret will be exposed. You must be careful … 'AG wrote a series of ellipses at the end, which usually meant that he ended the call.
Garon closed the book.
He began to understand the terror of the Blood Breeds in this world. They were basically monsters that lived in the Dream World. If he really couldn't kill them in the real world, then it would be the biggest disadvantage for him.
He was completely unfamiliar with the Dream World and had never dabbled in it. As for whether the resistance was related to the strength of the soul, Garon guessed that it wouldn't have much to do with it. Just take a look at that strange dream from last time and you'll know. The other party easily triggered his fear. That kind of fear that came from nowhere was a reaction that he had never experienced before.
All of his power originated from the real world. He had no resistance against the Dream World at all.
"If the sorcerers can resist the high level Blood Breeds, then that means that the witches and sorcerers must have similar methods to deal with them." Garon speculated. "Looks like I have to learn the sorcerers and witches' power system as soon as possible."
He didn't want to become a Blood Breed. Forget about the cannon fodder vampires, as for the high level Blood Breeds, all of the descendants created by the high level Blood Breeds could perfectly suppress the opponent's spirit. He didn't want to give himself another superior out of nowhere.
It was better to become a sorcerer and blend in first.
An unkillable Death Apostle. This description gave him a huge warning. If he couldn't find the other party's real body in the Dream World, then it meant that he couldn't do anything to the other party. This was no longer a matter of destructive power. It was a completely different field.
"Tell me, about your training." Garen wrote on the page with a heavy heart.
'You are in danger. Any time you actively enter the Dream World, you may be discovered and used by the other party. Now is not the time.' AG replied. The words written by both of them began to fade rapidly.
"How long do I have to wait?"
'The Blood Breeds are in chaos.'
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