On a small road in the English countryside.
On the grassy slope by the road, a pale man was stumbling forward on the grass while holding his chest.
With every step he took, yellow and black bullets would be squeezed out between his fingers that were covering his chest. These bullets fell to the ground and onto the grass, but there was no trace of blood.
The wound between the man's fingers was only a red slit. This slit was like a mouth, and bullets would be spat out every once in a while.
Under the scorching sunlight, the man's skin looked even paler. One could clearly see that there was a scar in between his eyebrows that looked like a red moon.
He looked back from time to time, as if he was worried that someone would chase after him.
His lips were dry and cracked, like someone who had not drunk water for a long time.
Psst psst psst!
In an instant, three black shadows appeared around him, surrounding him in a triangular formation.
The faces of the three black shadows could not be seen. They seemed to be three men wearing black cloaks, and the light around them was a little blurry.
Without any sound, the three black shadows appeared and flew towards the man in the middle like three black lightning bolts, but they did not make any sound.
With the same psst, the man in the middle blurred and disappeared on the spot. In a flash, he appeared tens of meters away.
The three black shadows stood in their original positions, their bodies slanted, and then fell to the ground, turning into three piles of black ashes. Even their clothes were completely disintegrated.
He looked at the ashes on the ground. The man coughed a few times.
"Murdering Lord Scarlet Moon … All of you … deserve to die! If it wasn't for the Blood Union's blockade … Lord Ashen must have people from the Secret Party around him! I must think of a way … "
The man's figure quickly disappeared into the forest.
*****
On the plane.
Garon fell into deep thought.
His Slaughtering Hand Secret Technique originated from the top secret technique of the Ancient Endor Demon King. It had the powerful ability to absorb life force. This ability was very lethal against normal Blood Breeds, but he did not know if it would be effective against Blood Breeds who were at the level of Death Apostles.
He looked at the state of his secret technique carefully.
'Garon Thomas.
Strength 2.8. Agility 2.7. Vitality 2.9. Intelligence 2.4. Potential 1558%. Soul Limit 30.
Soul Seed: Northern Trident Frost-Fire True Water Evil Technique. '
'Violin Mastery: Second, Expert Level. (Three levels in total) '
'Slaughtering Hand: Level 3: Blood. (Total of four levels, can evolve to a higher level)
Black Sethe, one of the 42 Demon Kings of Ancient Endor, had an indescribable talent for killing. Just by looking at him, one's soul would be obliterated. His hands were rumored to be able to bring death to everything, be it living or non-living … '
"Fifteen points of potential value, if I forcefully increase the level of the Slaughtering Hand …" Garon wanted to predict the effects of the Slaughtering Hand after his calculations, but unfortunately, this Demonic Technique was different from the Living Secret Techniques that he had practiced before, so he could not predict the level after the simulation.
Garon focused his attention on the Slaughtering Hand skill.
Suddenly, a short message flashed through his mind.
'Upgrading Slaughtering Hand requires 10 potential points.'
If he could not practice another power system in a short period of time, then choosing to evolve the Slaughtering Hand, whose progress was unknown, might be a good choice.
Garon finally made up his mind and focused on the Slaughtering Hand.
In an instant, the icon began to blur, followed by violent tremors.
His potential points rapidly dropped like a waterfall, from fifteen points to five points in an instant. The five points of potential points that he had just obtained were quickly gone. He could only wait until he had completely received the antiques from the Black Uniform Organization, then perhaps there would be a new addition.
The icon of the Slaughtering Hand quickly began to stabilize.
Soon, a brand new triangular icon with black edges formed once again.
'Slaughtering Hand: Fourth Level: Slaughter (Derivative Level forming …)
The crazy slaughter brought Black Sethe unparalleled joy, his hands began to steal the souls of his enemies through specific acupuncture points. After level four, the Slaughtering Hand will be able to accumulate more and more life force, and through collecting the information of the practitioner, it will form a brand new derivative level. '
Soul Seed's additional strengthening effect — Frost Essence (Added frost damage to the attack, can cause freezing damage to the enemy. Extremely strong resistance to the cold environment) '
Garon looked at it carefully for a long time, but he did not find any major changes in the fourth level of the Slaughtering Hand, only its capacity to store life force had increased. Then, a portion of the Secret Technique's corresponding content naturally appeared in his mind, that was the information of the acupuncture points recorded in the Slaughtering Hand Secret Technique itself. Some of these acupuncture points were known to him, but there were only a few that he had not discovered. All of them could be fatal, but these things were worthless to him. He had countless Secret Techniques to kill people, but against a strange existence like the Blood Breed Death Apostles, he really could not do anything. If what AG said was true, and he could not find their real bodies, he would not be able to kill them, then it would be really troublesome.
He was slightly disappointed, but after all, nothing would develop according to his wishes.
He did not take it to heart, when the Blood Breed war began, he would definitely find a chance to hunt a middle-level Blood Breed and above, to be his experimental subject for the Slaughtering Hand.
At this moment, the ancient scroll in his hand suddenly moved slightly.
Garon hurriedly opened the ancient scroll gently, and placed it at an angle where no one could see it.
A clear line of words finally appeared on it, it was obviously written by AG.
'The light party's second Death Apostle, Scarlet Moon, escaped with serious injuries and disappeared. Perhaps you can begin, your first step of practice. '
'To become a true Witch, dreams are the first step.'
Next, AG began to explain to Garon the classification of witches and sorcerers.
It was also based on the Blood Breed's corresponding classification, Death Apostle, Upper, Middle, Lower, Apprentice (Vampire), they were actually classified according to the level of Blood Breed they could deal with.
Until now, there was only one Death Apostle level Witch among the Sorcerers — Lion Mother. The leaders of the other regions were at most Upper-Level Witches. As for the Male Sorcerers, the only known Upper-Level Male Sorcerer left was him …
Male Witches were actually existences that were about to disappear in history, they had been completely eliminated by the witches.
'That's why the Blood Breed is so strong, because they have four Death Apostles,' AG wrote.
"Then my strength is only at Upper Level?" Garon asked.
'Your situation is very dangerous and strange, but perhaps the strange power in your hands made the Blood Breed wary, so even though you have no consciousness to resist the dream, they still did not attack you. You are special. But, the power in your hands could not protect your consciousness, so you were still affected by him in that dream. This means that you are still very dangerous, your strength is far from enough to deal with the Death Apostle's attack. '
'Unless you are willing to release your hands, but that is only temporary relief, the Death Apostles are immortal, you can't kill them. Of course, I am not very sure what will happen when you face a Death Apostle. '
Garon frowned.
"Now, if I put aside my own strength, how long will it take for me to learn the basics of your power system?"
'I don't know, maybe a month, maybe even longer.'
"You just said that the second Death Apostle called Scarlet Moon escaped with heavy injuries? Didn't you say they were hard to kill? I can't find his real body. "
'There were two Death Apostles who were very familiar with him surrounding him, my information has always been accurate, don't doubt it. Even the first Death Apostle, Ashen, does not know about this. But it can't be hidden for long. 'AG replied.
"Then which camp did the Death Apostle who marked me belong to?" Garon asked.
'Unfortunately, I don't know, but I have a guess, a very bold guess, maybe that Death Apostle does not belong to any camp at all, its aura mark is something I have never seen before.'
"You mean, a new Death Apostle who has always been wandering outside of the two camps?"
'Maybe it's even worse …'
"Then what did you mean by an alliance in the beginning? Is it your companion? "Garon asked again.
The other side was silent for a moment, then replied with words.
'The minimum requirement to become a Sorcerer is to have an alliance of your own. That is a companion that you can trust without any barriers, we usually believe that it is a consciousness split from our own body, but no one has studied it clearly. You can ask him questions, he will answer all of your questions, those questions are instinctively known to you, but you can't dig them out from the depths of your memory. '
Garon frowned deeply.
He did not like to trust someone in a situation where he did not even know their background. Why did that alliance sound like a sign of schizophrenia …
Maybe he could only study the Sorcerer's power system, and absorb the parts that could deal with the Blood Breeds …
He started to have this idea, as long as he obtained a large amount of relics from the Black Uniform Men, he might have a new batch of potential points, then he would have more choices.
He had a feeling that the derivative levels of the Slaughtering Hand might give him unexpected surprises. Although he could not find out the principles behind it …
As for AG's evaluation of him, he naturally would not care too much, after all, he still had a lot of things that he had not revealed. For example, his courage …
*****
United States — Grano Town
Night, 10: 12 p.m.
Isaros brought her sister Arisa out of a small supermarket by the road, the car had already been refueled, and she swiped the gas card.
Isaros signaled her sister to get into the car first, then took out her phone to look at the message, the white light from the phone shone on her face, making it seem dazzling.
In the blink of an eye, the sisters had already been in this town for a few years. She did some calculations, but still could not figure it out, such a peaceful life was too comfortable, to the point that they had almost forgotten their past.
"Hey sister, there's a person lying here!" Suddenly, her sister Arisa's voice came from the car.
"Hmm?"
Isaros tidied her hair with one hand, and walked over in big strides.
She saw an unconscious man lying on the other side of her white car, wearing tattered clothes.
The man did not have any wounds or blood on him, he looked like a homeless person.
"Sister, let's bring him home okay?" Arisa seemed to be overflowing with sympathy. She had always been like this, having a lot of compassion for pitiful things, regardless of whether it was a human or an animal.
"No, that's a man. What if he has bad intentions? "Isaros decided to take the opportunity to educate her sister.
"Sister, you're afraid of such a skinny man?" Arisa was confused, "Didn't you use to easily take on five or six people?"
Looking at her sister's pleading expression, Isaros sighed helplessly.
"Alright, alright, let's bring him home, it's not like we haven't met before …"
The two of them did not notice that the unconscious man had a scar in the shape of a crimson moon between his eyebrows, that was the mark of a Blood Breed under the Crimson Moon.
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