After the two of them laughed for a while, Kabb picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip.
"However, speaking of which, do you have any information about the Nighthawk King's identity?"
Medis nodded.
"Ever since you mentioned this, I've been collecting information about him from many different sources. From the analysis of the flights at the airport, using the method of elimination through intelligence, we have filtered out all the people who could possibly be the Nighthawk King during that period of time. The information we obtained was a little strange. "
"Oh? What's strange about it? "
"From the flight information, the Nighthawk King should have booked the ticket on behalf of someone else. During the incident with the Stone Clock of Fortune, he did not reveal his own appearance. After some comparison, we found the true identity of the Nighthawk King."
"Is it very surprising?" Kabb looked at his old friend's subordinate who had always been calm and cunning, and was rather surprised that he would be stunned by the identity of the Nighthawk King.
"It is indeed a little surprising." Medis nodded, "Garon Thomas, twenty years old this year, a second-year student at Gullivier University. He is a mysterious person, and his whereabouts are unknown. He is the president of the combat club in the university. His father is a university professor, and his mother is a psychologist. His family can be said to be the most standard of intellectuals, and has nothing to do with violent organizations. "
"The more this is the case, the more vigilant we have to be!" Kabb paused for a moment, then said, "I've seen people like this before. There's a family in the Italian mafia whose leader is a child in his teens. He looks innocent and cute, but he's a young genius and is ruthless. Anyone who dares to underestimate them will pay a heavy price."
"I understand." Medis nodded, "Then what do we need to do?"
Kabb rubbed his chin.
"This Nighthawk King Garon should be the key to controlling the Nighthawks. Have you heard of the rumors about the Nighthawks?"
"Yes, you're saying that the Nighthawk King is able to control every single person in the Nighthawks with some kind of method?"
Medis had obviously heard of this as well. He pondered in a low voice, organized his thoughts, and continued.
"The growth trend of the Nighthawks is clear and visible. To other factions, it may be a lot blurry, but to a large organization like us and the Primary Colors, their growth trajectory cannot be concealed. It can be said that Baldy Kaedun must have gone to Grano, which is where Garon is, and left the White Phoenix to establish the Nighthawks. It is very likely that he had already been taken in by Garon at that time."
"Say, an ordinary child can actually control an international mercenary for so many years, and the other party has no intention of rebelling. What exactly is he relying on? "Kabb asked in a low voice.
"It can also turn an ordinary mercenary into an expert in the mercenary world in a short period of time. Medis continued, "Not long after Garon joined the combat club, their strength exploded like a geyser. The original members of the combat club all took Garon as their master and learned martial arts from him."
Kabb rapped his knuckles on the table.
"It seems that this Garon must have some kind of method that can make people stronger quickly, whether it's the Nighthawks, the combat club, or himself. A teenager can control an international mercenary organization, he must have some kind of powerful control method. Say, if we can find this kind of control method, this kind of strengthening method in ruins, can we quickly create a strong team that belongs to us? "
Medis nodded solemnly.
"It's very possible."
"You can handle this. Garon must have some kind of secret on him! And it's not something ordinary. I have a feeling that we might be able to get something unimaginable from him. "Kabb said seriously.
"I'll go check it out now." Medis understood the importance of this point. She stood up and said, "I'll try to make contact with him first. Maybe I can get more direct information."
"Go."
*****
In a spacious black church.
There were blurry walls all around. Only faint patterns could be seen trembling and flashing.
Garon stood in the middle of the church. There were huge golden statues on both sides of him. The statues were holding big swords with their heads lowered as if they were guarding something.
At the innermost end of the church, there was a huge green silk net on the wall. This silk net was like vines that kept growing and getting thicker and thicker.
And in the middle of the silk net, there was a pitch black human figure stuck to it.
"It's here again." Garon looked around in confusion.
This dream seemed so real that he almost couldn't tell if it was a dream or not. And every time he entered this dream, even his connection with Black Sethe would be cut off.
The black human figure kept struggling in the middle of the silk net. It opened its mouth and let out a soundless roar, but it was useless. Every time it struggled, it would be stuck to the silk net and unable to move.
Garon stepped on the smooth black marble floor and walked towards the innermost part of the church. Soon, he reached the bottom of the huge silk net.
He looked up at the black human figure and reached out his hand to touch the silk net that was stuck to him. Just like before, there was a layer of transparent glass between the silk net and his hand.
His hand couldn't touch the silk net directly.
"This is the second time I've had the same dream." Garon frowned. He looked around and didn't find anything out of the ordinary. The black human figure that was stuck to the silk net didn't seem to see him at all. It continued to struggle in vain. It didn't even look at him.
Garen turned around and looked at the church's main door. It was a huge, black metal door that was more than ten meters tall. It looked heavy and hard, and there were many strange patterns carved on it.
"This is the last sanctuary." Suddenly, a deep male voice came from behind him.
Garon quickly turned around and saw a beautiful woman in a white dress slowly walking towards him. The woman's long hair fluttered in the wind. She held a huge silver sword in her hand. The tall saber formed a sharp contrast with her one-meter-long body. It was hard to imagine that she could easily drag a three-meter-long saber with her weak body.
"Nadia." Garon recognized the person's identity. It was the Nine-Headed Dragon King, Nadia.
"Speaking of which, when we first met, we didn't have a proper face-to-face talk. You suppressed my coordinates, so I had to think of this way to avoid this problem." Nadia had the body of a woman, but she spoke with a man's voice. It gave off an extremely strange feeling.
"What are you trying to say?" Garon said calmly.
"The old guy hiding in your body should be the remnant memory of an ancient expert, right?" Nadia said softly. "That kind of memory is the most untrustworthy. I was almost tricked by this thing back then." Nadia seemed to be extremely bored. She walked to Garon's side and looked up at the black figure in the center of the net.
"You have to understand that even if you suppress the time of my descent, that day will come eventually. Instead of waiting for death, why don't you become my subordinate? Giving up on your physical body, that kind of thing is our shackles. We, who exist as pure consciousness, have much more freedom than you think. "
Nadia said in the Ancient Endor language.
"We are almost immortal. As long as our souls don't reach their limits, we won't die. Compared to that, the limits of our physical body are too small. No matter how good the metal is, there will be a time when it will decay. What's more, a body of skin? "
"What's the benefit of becoming one of you?" Garon asked back.
"There are too many benefits. Many of the invisible creatures are existences that have existed since ancient times. They have accumulated countless knowledge and experience. Only by giving up on your physical body can you better communicate and learn with them. As for the method of existing as pure consciousness, you can exchange countless knowledge in an instant. You can freely traverse the distance of space. Just like what I'm doing now. I've pulled you here, but in reality, there's still an infinite distance between us." Nadia answered casually. "More powerful, more perfect. Isn't that what you want? "
"I have a soul with the space-time attribute. What you're saying is meaningless to me. I have plenty of time to slowly accumulate enough knowledge. "Garon was unmoved.
For some reason, the two of them didn't have any desire to fight in this place. Just like that, they talked to each other quietly and honestly.
Nadia laughed. "Your will is very pure, but it's not as simple as you think it's possible." She looked at Garon from head to toe. Suddenly, her smile deepened. "You seem to be hiding some kind of secret, or rather, a reliance. This reliance makes you fearless, and you don't feel any sense of danger in any situation. Moreover, you have extreme confidence in yourself. This confidence has reached the point of ignorance. "
"Ignorance?" Garon raised his eyebrows.
"That's right. Or rather, you don't know the immensity of heaven and earth." Nadia's face showed a hint of sarcasm. "I really want to know, this secret of yours, what is it?"
Garon's heart was calm. His biggest reliance wasn't anything else, but his terrifyingly powerful natural ability. He could turn everything into attributes and skills.
Through potential points, he could continuously strengthen himself and make his attributes more and more terrifying. Turning skills into skills allowed him to save a lot of time for accumulation. As for the rest, they were all developed with these two as the core.
Whether it was secret techniques or secret techniques, the core of everything was actually this ability of his. It was the ability combined with the space-time attribute of his body to continuously obtain power.
Nadia's gaze swept across his body, making him feel a faint sense of threat.
"Everyone has their secrets. I'm also very interested in the secret of your ability to double every time you die."
Garon's tone didn't change at all.
"Do you know?" Nadia suddenly said. "This is the Ancient Holy Sanctum, an area projected by the Mother Stream in the Dream World."
"So what?" Garon didn't know what she meant by that.
"Here, Void Creatures can't be suppressed and hurt by the Mother Stream's power because they are only projections. Moreover, Void Creatures can fight and kill each other's cores …" She looked at Garon mysteriously. "As long as you obtain the other's core, you can obtain all of the other's memories."
"I really want to know, what is it that makes you so calm and so unmoved in the face of everything …"
Before she finished speaking, suddenly, Nadia's body turned into a white shadow and rushed towards Garon.
Her large sword danced and spun, making an extremely ear-piercing sound. It was like a huge silver wheel with a diameter of three to four meters, slashing towards Garon's neck like lightning.
"Eight Directional Slash!!" Nadia let out a long howl, and in an instant, eight rays of sword light shot out from behind her. The silver sword light surrounded the silver wheel, forming a huge silver flower, and crashed towards Garon fiercely.
Eight huge sword light accompanied the rotation of the silver wheel, cutting towards Garon at high speed, as if wanting to completely cut him into pieces.
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