Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Three consecutive blood flashes appeared and the three giant beasts exploded, turning into three clouds of blood mist.
Dahm wiped the blood off his face and rushed to the other team members around him. Only the elite team members were still fighting the giant beasts, the rest were either heavily injured or swept into the water.
Bang bang bang bang!!
In a series of violent explosions, the giant beasts exploded one by one, turning into blood mist.
Dahm rescued the tour guide and another team member who were swept into the water. Bang bang bang bang, machine guns roared.
Only then did everyone see what the giant beasts in the water looked like.
It was a black giant beast that looked like a hippopotamus, but they had two horns on their heads like a water buffalo. They were about three meters tall and looked like giant hippopotamuses.
They also had a huge crocodile-like tail behind them that was covered in scales and looked extremely terrifying.
But these giant beasts were like chickens waiting to be slaughtered by Dahm. He killed one with a palm strike, and in a short while, more than twenty of them were killed.
Roar!!!
Suddenly, the soil behind Dahm burst open and a five meter tall giant black beast came out, pouncing on Dahm's back. Its speed was like a black wave, stirring up black soil, dead branches, and leaves with a strong rotten smell.
Dahm turned around and saw the giant beast pouncing on him. His eyes were suddenly filled with the giant beast's body.
His pupils constricted as he saw a strange mask embedded in the giant beast's stomach. That mask was so familiar!!
*****
Whoosh!!
A strong wind blew and Garon appeared on the high seat in the guest hall and slowly sat down.
On the right seat below, there was a white man who looked like a woman but also like a man in a white veil. There was a dot of cinnabar between his eyebrows and it looked very similar to the style of India.
On the left seat were two of AG's subordinates, both of them young witches wearing tight black dresses.
The mask that Garen was wearing had somehow turned into a pure silver color, and the tiny eyes on his forehead looked even more lively.
He looked through the eyes of the mask and glanced down at both sides quietly.
"How's AG's seclusion? It seems to be going well? "Garon said in a low voice.
"Lord Holy Fist, Lord AG's closed-door training is going smoothly. The purpose of our visit this time is to ask for the Holy Fist Palace's assistance to the Dark Colors Witch Association," the leading witch stood up and replied solemnly.
"Regarding the matter of assistance, for AG's sake, I can agree. You and Hochman should discuss the arrangements for the deployment of forces. In addition, as an exchange, I also need some help from you. " Garon nodded slightly. In fact, he and the leader of the Dark Colors witches, Nasira, had never been on good terms. Naturally, he would not help her for free.
"We are now in a relatively balanced state with the Blood Breeds. If we break the deadlock first, it may lead to unpredictable consequences." Garon turned his gaze to the other side, where the representative from the witches' main force, the Caucasian, stepped forward.
"So, you claim to be here on behalf of the Witch Union. Tell me your purpose."
The white man in the white veil smiled and stood up. He first bowed to Garon calmly and put his palms together.
"I am here with the friendship of the Lion Mother. Perhaps Lord Holy Fist needs my master's help."
"Oh?" Garon was slightly surprised. "Tell me, what kind of help do I need?"
The white man did not answer. He only used his hand to gently touch his right eye.
Garon squinted his eyes slightly.
"You have a way to heal my eye?"
"Not me, but my master." The white man lowered his head and said respectfully.
Garon was silent, as if he was thinking about something.
"What method do you have to prove that you have this ability?" He slowly opened his mouth after a long while.
Even Black Sethe could not do anything. For the Lion Mother of this world, this level of injury was not something she could imagine.
The injury of the Nine-Headed Dragon Queen, Nadia, was not that easy to heal.
Most importantly, taking the initiative to heal his injury meant that they must have made a lot of preparations. As an exchange, the other party must be after something big.
In this world, the only person Garon was afraid of was the number one Death Apostle, Ashen. The rest were just ants. Only Ashen could threaten him. However, this was the power of the Blood Breeds. As for the witches, he did not have much contact with the witches. He also did not know much about their methods.
The white man heard Garon's question and smiled slightly. He took out a white lotus as white as snow and gently tossed it. The white lotus immediately spun and flew towards Garon.
Gently catching the flying lotus, Garon took a deep breath. His mouth and nose were filled with a strong fragrance that made him feel relaxed and happy. Most importantly, he could feel a slight pain in his right eye. This made his heart tremble.
"Master hopes that if your injury can be healed, the Holy Fist Palace and the Blood Breeds can coexist peacefully and not invade each other. This world can no longer afford any more bloodshed … "
The white man's eyes were filled with compassion. Garon could tell that it was not an act. He really had such feelings.
"Stop the war? I have no objections, but I'm afraid the Blood Breeds will not be satisfied. "Garon said lightly.
His overall strength was far weaker than the Blood Breeds. A ceasefire would only be beneficial to him, so he would definitely not reject it.
"As for the Blood Breeds, there will naturally be Master to persuade them." The white man nodded. "Also, Master has a request to heal your eye."
"Oh? What request? Let me hear it. " Garon remained calm. The Lion Mother was the only Death Apostle among the witches. To be able to make the entire Blood Breeds not invade her, she was obviously not an ordinary person. Furthermore, the fact that the other party's methods could even have some effect on Nadia's injuries was clearly beyond his expectations.
"Master hopes that you can stop collecting the Sleepless Faces." The white man lowered his head and said respectfully.
The atmosphere instantly became heavy. Garen's body was faintly emitting an oppressive aura. This aura was so strong that it caused the hearts of the people below to feel as though they were wearing a set of heavy shackles, making it difficult for them to breathe.
The white man's expression did not change. He lowered his head and continued speaking. "The Sleepless Faces are the source of chaos. It will bring endless disasters to the world. I hope that Master Holy Fist can stop collecting them."
The atmosphere was getting more and more tense. Garen sat on the high seat without moving. He just stared at the white man calmly. The white man's heart was obviously suppressed by his aura, and even his breathing seemed to be difficult. However, he still insisted on standing in the middle of the hall without any change in his expression. He did not move at all to maintain the etiquette.
This seemed to be supported by a will similar to faith.
"Let's wait until your master can heal my right eye." Garon finally spoke. The strong oppressive aura finally dissipated the moment he spoke.
"I will pass on your message." The white man lowered his head and said respectfully.
After the representatives of the Witch Association and the Lion Mother left, the hall of the Holy Fist Palace fell into silence again.
Hochman and Quentin walked out from the corner.
"Teacher, the witches represented by the Lion Mother have always considered themselves as the protectors of world peace. Each of them sympathized with the state of the universe and the fate of mankind. They have all come to say that I am very annoying. This time, I am afraid that they are not just here to persuade me to stop the war. " Quentin frowned. As the person in charge of intelligence, she had a certain understanding of the witches' main force and their biggest backer, the Lion Mother.
"This group of people always use the pretense of saving the world as an excuse. In reality, they are secretly plotting something behind the scenes. We can't trust them easily." Hochman nodded slightly.
Garon's finger tapped on the armrest of the chair lightly. He seemed to be in deep thought.
"I know."
It was impossible to stop collecting the Sleepless Faces. This mask could provide him with potential points and could also block the aura of Nadia's coordinates. No matter how you looked at it, it was a treasure that must be collected.
However, the Lion Mother's methods were mysterious. It could actually affect the injury of his right eye. This made Garon slightly cautious. He turned the white lotus in his hand. The aura from before was gone. Now, the flower was just an ordinary white lotus.
The little bit of feeling in his right eye disappeared again.
"Lion Mother …" Garen sniffed the lotus flower, his eyes filled with an inexplicable look.
*****
Outside the Holy Fist Palace.
The white man slowly walked down the mountain path. After passing through the outermost gate of the Holy Fist Palace, he smiled at the two guards at the gate. He walked down the stairs lightly and quickened his pace.
After walking for a long distance, he turned around and looked at the Holy Fist Palace from afar.
The white, steepled palace was embedded at the peak of the snowy mountain, making it look like a sacred place from the legends. Outside the palace, teams of people wearing capes entered the palace one after another, handing over their passes. These teams were all selected from various places and were brought to the Holy Fist Palace for training. They were either from the Combat Club or the Nighthawks. Every one of them had a stable and vigorous Qi and blood. Even in this cold and snowy weather, they still gave people a feeling of liveliness and vigor.
What made the white man even more surprised was that on the way down the mountain from the Holy Fist Palace, when he was halfway up the mountain, he actually met a team of pure Blood Breeds and Vampires who came to meet him. The aura on their bodies seemed to have undergone some strange changes. They were stronger than before, but also weirder.
"My Lord is right, the Holy Fist Palace … is the source of all the chaos …" the white man raised his head and looked at the gray sky. The unimaginable pressure and the faint sound of thunder in the clouds made this place seem even more powerful!
Whether it was humans or Blood Breeds, the tentacles of the Holy Fist Palace's Holy Fist were continuously spreading to every corner of the world. Moreover, this spreading trend was still accelerating.
The white man suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of panic.
He recalled the people he met when he came down the mountain. Whether it was Blood Breeds or humans, there was a strange sense of fanaticism in the depths of their eyes. It was a kind of absolute respect and yearning for the Holy Fist Palace.
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