Visinan City, Portugal
In the coastal port, there were a few light yellow boats floating and sailing sparsely. There were small fishing boats and medium-sized yachts.
The sun was setting in the west and the red light reflected on the sea surface of the port, creating a sea of red.
There was an endless stream of people and carriages on the shore. Two locals were pushing a child out for a stroll. On the cement flat ground beside the port, there were a few young men and women dressed in trench coats standing there. One of them was a beautiful woman with a cold expression. What was surprising was that there was a hideous scar on the right side of her neck. It extended from her neck to her chest and was covered by her clothes so no one could see how long it was.
The woman's long hair reached her shoulders. It was not dyed red but a natural red.
There was a middle-aged man and a young girl standing with her.
"Why did you call me out so late? I'm rushing back for dinner, "the red-haired woman said calmly.
"Isaros, it has been more than half a year since I dragged you and your sister into this mess, right?" the middle-aged man said softly with a guilty look on his face. "If I hadn't met you back then, you might still be living peacefully in that small town."
"What's the use of saying this now?" Isaros said calmly. "Just say what you want to say."
The man's face became even more guilty. He hesitated for a while but the other girl beside him could not stand it anymore.
"Let me say it." The girl stood up and spoke. She looked like she was only seventeen or eighteen years old but the look in her eyes was as deep as an old person's.
"As a Crimson Moon Blood Breed, we hope to contact the human organization Holy Fist Palace through your relationship and make a contribution to the light party," the girl said bluntly as if it was a matter of course.
"Contact the Holy Fist Palace?" Isaros frowned.
"Yes, your sister is under the protection of the Holy Fist Palace. You should have a good relationship with them. If you can contact them to join our forces, as a Crimson Moon Blood Breed, I can make an exception and ask for a place to become a Blood Breed for you," the girl said as if giving a place to become a Blood Breed was a glorious thing.
Isaros frowned. She ignored her and looked directly at the middle-aged man.
"Pritto, is this what you want?"
Pritto smiled bitterly. It had been a few weeks since they had escaped the pursuit of the Secret Party in America when they arrived in Portugal. Now, they had officially joined a joint organization of the Light Party. With the two upper-level Blood Breeds of the light party as the core, they hid in the dark to fight against the secret party.
"We're really too weak right now. We really need your help to contact them. When the time comes, we'll go to America together."
"It's not a problem to contact them, but I can't guarantee that they will give you face and agree to cooperate."
"It doesn't matter. We'll take over the negotiations when the time comes," the Blood Breed girl said confidently.
*****
The summit of a snowy mountain
Holy Fist Palace
As the snow danced in the air, the entire Holy Fist Palace was covered in a thick layer of white snow.
Garon was sitting in a room on the far right, near the cliff. He was sitting in front of a desk, slowly writing something in a black notebook.
The room was beautifully decorated. It was decorated in white and platinum. A roaring fire was burning in the fireplace, emitting a faint warmth that raised the temperature of the entire room.
There was a sofa, a bookshelf, a single bed, and a black ultra-thin television hanging on the wall.
The floor was made of smooth white marble and was unusually clean.
Garon was sitting in front of a desk. This desk was the one he brought over from Berlin. It was not touched at all.
The black notebook placed under his hand was giving off a strange and blurry feeling. If someone wanted to look carefully at the appearance and contents of the notebook, they would feel a slight dizziness. Once they looked away, there would be a natural attraction, attracting their attention to look at it.
The rustling sound of notes echoed in the room slowly.
On Garen's masked face, his only intact left eye was now faintly glowing with a hint of gold.
After an unknown amount of time, he slowly put down the pen, closed his eyes and rested for a while. Only then did he close the strange notebook.
"I've already recorded the true meaning of the Holy Phoenix Scriptures, but it's still lacking a little," he said softly, as if he was talking to himself.
'You're still lacking some deeper understanding. If you can understand the Holy Phoenix Scriptures to a deeper level, you might be able to speed up the formation of the Demonic Book,' Black Sethe suggested.
Garon nodded slightly.
The Holy Phoenix Scriptures were divided into three levels and nine small realms. However, if he wanted to deepen this cultivation method, he had to study the compatibility of the Hellfrost Peacock Technique that he was cultivating now.
Until now, Garon was still exploring his own path. The peacock's function was enough to reach the Army Level, but he lacked cultivation materials and resources. However, he did not know how far the Holy Phoenix Scriptures could go in the future. He could even see that this was a path of certain destruction, but it would be helpful for him to condense the Soul Seed.
'You have to make your own choice,' Black Sethe said. 'The Soul Seed is to strengthen your soul, and it's hard to guarantee that the Holy Phoenix Scriptures won't have the required resources. Also, if you don't have the required resources for the Hellfrost Peacock Technique, you won't be able to advance. It's better to cultivate the Holy Phoenix Scriptures first. You can consider it again when it's not compatible. The most important thing now is to increase the strength of the Soul Seed. This is your foundation. '
"Indeed." Garon nodded and did not hesitate anymore.
The Demonic Book was almost finished. It recorded everything he had learned, including the Holy Phoenix Scriptures that he had just obtained. Originally, it should have perfectly formed the second Soul Seed, but because his understanding of the Holy Phoenix Scriptures was not deep enough, he was always lacking the last bit.
He took a look at his current status and attributes.
Garon Thomas.
Strength 7. Agility 7. Vitality 10. Intelligence 11. Potential 7966%. Soul Limit 30.
Soul Seed: Northern Trident Frost-Fire True Water Evil Technique. '
'Void Pursuer: Inheritor of the Ancient Endor civilization. Archenemy of the Void Race for generations. Has the innate ability to heal and strengthen oneself by seizing the cores of Void Creatures. That is the innate ability bestowed by the Ancient Endor's mysterious power. '
'Hellfrost Peacock Technique: Level One Initiation (Five levels in the foundation, three levels in the derivative levels, eight levels in total). Every level of the technique will purify one's bloodline and gradually approach the physique of the Hellfrost Peacock. Finally, the highest form of the Hellfrost Peacock King will be achieved. Limit: Army Level.'
'Seven Star Life's Secret Point: Level Five (Limit: Level Seven)'
'Violin Mastery: Level Two, Proficient. (Total of three levels) '
'Slaughtering Hand: Level One.'
Retracting his gaze, Garon was a little disappointed that the five masks he had obtained had only accumulated so little attributes after such a long period of time.
Fortunately, after the Martial Arts Exchange, Hochman, Dahm, and the new disciples and students left the Holy Fist Palace respectively to look for new masks for Garon. Among them, Dahm went to the Memphis Jungle, the sixth mask where the Moon River was located. He had already set off for a few days and did not know the current situation.
Standing up from the study table, Garon looked at the fluttering snowflakes outside the window. Suddenly, he felt an inexplicable sense of loss.
During his reincarnation this time, he was still constantly pursuing strength. Because of this, he was also involved in the history of the huge war between the Void Creatures and the Ancient Endor civilization. Under the constant threat of Nadia, he had no choice but to constantly look for a way forward.
However, the resources in this world were too scarce. It was simply not enough to meet the requirements of top-level Secret Techniques. As a result, he could only stop moving forward and use another self-created method to condense the second Soul Seed.
If he could truly practice the Hellfrost Peacock Technique, the speed of condensing the Soul Seed would definitely be much faster. There would even be other related inheritances that would be activated later on. He would not be so clueless about the Soul Seed and the information about the True Soul Stage after that.
In this aspect, Black Sethe could not help him much. Every Living Secret Technique and Dead Secret Technique were extremely complex and complete systems that contained part of the truth of the universe. They were not something that could be created casually.
These top-level Secret Techniques seemed to have thousands of paths, and any one of them could lead to an extremely high standard. However, which one of them did not start from being cautious? Those steps that seemed complicated or simple could lead to extremely serious consequences if they were slightly modified. Serious injuries, paralysis, disability, or even death were all possible.
Every step of these Secret Techniques had been refined hundreds of times, and after countless attempts, he had finally learned the correct path after going through painful lessons.
The materials and resources needed for practice were also necessary.
Compared to those environments with sufficient resources. Garon's current situation was that he wanted to grow a muscular body by eating plain white rice that did not even contain any oil.
It was the same for top-level Secret Techniques. If one wanted to surpass the ordinary, they would naturally need more and better resources. However, these were all things that did not exist in this world.
The practice materials for the Hellfrost Peacock Technique were like looking for dry sand in the sea.
Therefore, without the necessary materials for practice, Garon did not dare to continue practicing the Hellfrost Peacock Technique.
'Regarding Tu Lan, how do you plan to deal with it?' Black Sethe asked softly.
Tu Lan Wellington had escaped after injuring Cece. Now, she was quickly approaching the territories of the other families of the Secret Party. If they did not deal with it quickly and let her escape into the territories of the other families, it could lead to an even larger scale war.
After destroying the Wellington family, the entire northern part of America had become the territory of the Holy Fist Palace. Other than that, it also included a few small and medium-sized countries that were covered by AG and the Dark Colors Witches Association. These were all the territories of the Alliance.
Now, the Blood Breeds were still busy attacking the Light Party. After the previous battle, the other families knew that it was impossible for ordinary forces to take down the Lightless Alliance, so they could only give up. They were probably planning to stabilize the internal situation first, then completely consolidate their power before dealing with the external enemy forces.
"The information regarding Tu Lan has been collected. She should have returned to the Mindersa State by now. That is one of the Secret Party's Blood Alliance's branches. I will go there personally," Garon said lightly.
Cece was heavily injured, and this debt could not be forgotten. Also, those people from the Bailey Group were mixed up with the Primary Colors, so it was time to deal with them.
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