Even if it was an upper-level Blood Breed, when they were injured, their blood would flow back into their wounds like a living thing to prevent the Blood Breed from becoming weak due to the loss of blood.
However, as a Death Apostle, Castine did not have such an instinctive healing mechanism. One could only imagine how terrifying Garon was. Not only did he have a large area of effect attack, but he also had a delicate technique that made people despair.
Castine looked at the center of the explosion quietly. The white gas slowly dissipated and a terrifyingly strong monster-like human appeared at the center of the explosion.
Garon!
Castine's pupils contracted. He did not see any signs of injury on Garon's body.
"You …" Castine wanted to speak but he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his body.
Boom!!!
His entire body exploded. His upper body turned into minced meat and splattered all over the ground. The huge crater that was leveled by the explosion was instantly filled with red flesh and blood.
Castine's lower body moved forward a few steps and finally fell to the ground.
This was the terrifying part of the Waterbird Fist. It did not mean that one would be unharmed after blocking the opponent's attack. The greatest damage came from the moment of contact.
Castine's flesh and blood quickly disappeared and turned into wisps of white gas that permeated the air. Then, the white gas quickly condensed in another place and reformed his body. Even his white clothes could be condensed.
Castine recovered from all his injuries and seemed to be unharmed. However, he knew that if his death did not cause any damage to his opponent, his death would be meaningless.
Even if it was a Death Apostle, if he died too many times in a short period of time, his recovery would become slower and slower.
There was a secret that only the Death Apostles knew. Regarding the mystery of the Death Apostles' immortality, it was true. The Death Apostles were immortal, as long as they could not find the location of their dreams, then they could be reborn forever.
However, rebirth in the real world required material energy. Synthesizing a body of flesh and blood also required energy and spirit. It was not without consumption.
If one died more than ten times in a month, they would need to wait for a certain amount of time before they could be reborn. As they continued to die, the time would become longer and longer.
From a few minutes in the beginning, the time would increase exponentially. Every death would take twice as long as the previous one.
At the beginning, it would take one minute, then two minutes, then four minutes, then eight minutes. As the process continued, it would not take too many times. This period of time would become extremely long and terrifying.
It was not as if there had never been a Death Apostle in history that had been dealt with in such a manner.
There were Death Apostles who were constantly being killed by other Death Apostles, who knew how many times they had been killed. In the end, the Death Apostle's spirit had completely sunk into the Dream World, never to return. She would never come back again.
The place where he was resurrected had been thrown into a terrifyingly hot volcanic core. Furthermore, a tyrannical magical formation had been inscribed, and a magical artifact had been used to suppress and destroy it. The moment it was time for him to be resurrected, he was immediately incinerated by the terrifyingly high temperature. After all, flesh that had just been resurrected was extremely fragile. So in the end, no one remembered the existence of that Death Apostle. Perhaps it would take him thousands of years to die, or even tens of thousands of years. Who knew? Such an existence might as well not exist.
Castine knew his own situation. His Blood Core had been drained by the Secret Party and most of his Blood Essence had been used up. Even if he did not use up his Blood Core, he would not be a match for the monster in front of him.
If this continued, the situation would only become more and more unfavorable for him.
Standing in the huge crater, the diameter of the crater was about a hundred meters. It was a white glass-like crater formed by multiple explosions. The bottom of the crater was flat.
Castine stared quietly at Garon who was opposite him. He believed that his opponent would not be able to maintain this state for long. It was just a matter of who would be the first to give up.
Garon stared at Castine as well.
His opponent was indeed much weaker than him.
However, his fifth star could not exist for too long. Even though the Demonic Book was about to be completed and he had obtained the Holy Phoenix Scriptures, it could only last for five hours. If his opponent wanted to drag this out with him for five hours, it would be very troublesome. This was because if he continuously unleashed the limits of the fifth star for five hours, his body would enter a weakened state. If he did not hold back, he would not even be able to activate the Seven Star Life's Secret Point. That would be very dangerous.
Although the fourth star was much stronger than his opponent, the power that Castine displayed was already able to hurt the fourth star. Even if he could only cause a small injury, it would be extremely terrifying if it accumulated.
After all, he was not a Death Apostle who could continuously resurrect and recover. If his opponent was not afraid of death and continued to accumulate such injuries, even the lightest injury would become a serious injury when it accumulated …
Garen's heart was filled with dread. His opponent was not as strong as him, but his ability to not die was too disgusting. As long as he could break through his defense a little, it would accumulate and become very troublesome.
"There's really no need to fight between us." Castine's voice came from afar.
The two of them were about a hundred meters apart, but it was as if they were facing each other. It was indeed so. This distance was covered in the blink of an eye for both of them.
Garon's eyes moved slightly. He stomped on the ground with the tip of his foot and smashed a piece of rock with his hand.
Whoosh!!
The rock flashed with a crimson red light and created a huge flame in the air. It then shot into the soil layer on the right.
"Ah!" A scream came out from the ground. It was Wellington's voice. In the end, he still couldn't avoid Garen's perception and died by his hand once again.
"Stop!!" Castine wanted to stop him, but it was too late. He finally showed a hint of anger on his face. "I've said it before. There's no deep grudge between us. There's no need to fight like this!"
Garon regained his senses and looked at him. His eyes flashed.
"We can stop fighting, but I need you to come to an agreement. The Holy Fist Palace and the Blood Breeds will not offend each other in the future."
"No problem." Castine agreed without hesitation.
"I have an additional condition." Garon raised his index finger.
"What condition? Tell me. " Castine really did not like fighting. He hated fighting from the bottom of his heart. To him, it was not a big deal to stop fighting after paying a small price.
"I can spare the disciple, but I want to take her away!" Garon pointed his finger to the left and pointed at the weak aura outside the huge pit.
The owner of the aura was Tu Lan!!
"No!" Castine rejected immediately. Judging from the ferocity of the opponent, he was definitely a cruel and violent person. If he handed Tu Lan over to such a person, she would not be able to escape in the future. Garon's cultivation had reached an extremely terrifying level. He could not be judged by human standards. Who knew how many years this guy could live? If he was the same as the Blood Breeds, then this junior's future would be over.
"You don't have to worry about me abusing her. I'm only interested in the revival mechanism of the Death Apostle. I won't kill her on purpose. I'll just treat her as a member of the Holy Fist Palace. You can observe her carefully. "Garon seemed to have predicted Castine's thoughts. Although the opponent was a super old man with a long lifespan, he was not someone to be trifled with. As someone who had lived for three lifetimes, the things he had experienced were not something a normal person could compare to.
Castine was silent for a while. In the past, he had met extremely powerful witches who tried to study the mystery of the Death Apostle's immortality, but none of them succeeded. For this terrifyingly powerful human, this might be a good opportunity to infiltrate his inner circle and understand why he was so powerful.
If he could obtain the source of his power, it would be a huge victory for the Blood Breeds.
Castine's thoughts became active as he thought about this.
"Whether she's willing to be your subordinate or not depends on her." He purposely sent his voice to Tu Lan.
"I'm willing!! I'm willing!! "Tu Lan quickly replied from afar. Her voice sounded like she was crying.
Her face was covered in tears as she curled up on the ground. Now, whenever she saw Garon, she would tremble. She was traumatized by him. She had a whole new understanding of Garen's ruthlessness after witnessing his tragic deaths.
Now, she was faintly similar to Dahm. Garon's figure had become an undefeatable demon in their hearts. Even if they were to surpass Garon's strength one day, they would still be unable to unleash their full power in front of Garon because of this demon. They would still be easily defeated.
She had worked so hard to become a Death Apostle. She did not expect to experience such a tragedy right after she became a Death Apostle. Garon had left a deep impression in her heart.
Actually, it was not only her. The dream creature that she had merged with was the same. Now, she was instinctively afraid of Garon. Their fusion was already unstable. After being destroyed a few times, they were almost on the brink of death. If Castine did not arrive in time, the first death of a Death Apostle would have happened.
"I'm willing!!!" She screamed like a ghost, afraid that Garon's fist would suddenly appear above her head again.
She was originally a normal noble girl. After an accident, a dying Blood Breed injected his blood essence into her and became a Blood Breed. Then, she joined the family and continued to accumulate her power step by step until she became an upper-level Blood Breed. Now, she had become a Death Apostle.
Actually, Tu Lan had always had an extreme sense of insecurity in the depths of her heart. This inexplicable sense of insecurity had pushed her to continuously maintain her combat strength step by step, while also continuously improving her Saint Technique. Only this feeling of constantly improving could suppress that sense of insecurity in the depths of her heart.
Originally, she thought that after becoming a Death Apostle, she would be able to dominate the world. No matter what, she would be one of the strongest people in the world. She did not expect to meet a freak like Garon. After many futile attempts to resist, the insecurity deep in her heart finally exploded. Especially when she saw that even Pale Castine, the First Blood Breed Death Apostle, could not resist that man. She was instantly defeated by the shadow in her heart and almost broke down.
"As long as you agree!" Garon smiled satisfactorily. The fifth star on his body naturally shrunk and his height slowly decreased. In a few blinks of an eye, he returned to his original size. The terrifying figure from before could not be seen at all.
With a leap, he flew out of the huge pit and appeared beside Tu Lan. He gently grabbed her by the back of her neck and lifted her up as if he was grabbing a kitten.
"First Death Apostle, we'll meet again if we have the chance."
With a booming voice, Garon grabbed Tu Lan and disappeared into the forest with a few leaps. His speed was shockingly fast.
Castine stood on the spot and looked at Garon's departing figure. He let out a long sigh.
He knew that after this battle, the Holy Fist Palace would truly become one of the terrifying forces that could fight against the Blood Breeds!
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