Time ticked by, and the woman brought them to a small restaurant to eat. It was all ordinary vegetarian dishes, and the few of them had no appetite at all.
The sky gradually darkened, and lights began to light up everywhere.
The woman led the two bodyguards and slowly walked towards the alley behind the temple in a seemingly unintentional manner.
They turned into a relatively narrow alley, but there was no one inside. The three of them suddenly changed their movements from slow and leisurely to quick and agile.
They took off their clothes and put them away. The woman was still wearing black tights underneath.
"Let's go!"
The three of them climbed up the wall of the temple like geckos. They leaped from the wall and disappeared into the temple in the night.
But right behind them, two more black-clothed figures slowly walked out of the dark alley. Both of their eyes were blood-red, giving off a strange and inexplicable feeling.
"It should be them. Follow them."
The two of them were the guards sent by the Blood Breeds. The Blood Breeds knew far more secrets than the Holy Fist Palace. Even if they weren't interested in the Sleepless Faces, they had a rare intelligence network that was able to quickly find this part of the information amidst the vast accumulation of information. Then, they followed the Holy Fist Palace's team and stationed themselves everywhere.
After the two Blood Breeds entered, another two slender figures appeared at the entrance of the alley.
One of them was the bespectacled young man, Caesar. Beside him was a middle-aged woman with a respectful expression.
"The Blood Breeds have made their move." Caesar looked at the direction where the two Blood Breeds left. "Joan, follow the plan."
"Yes, Young Master." The middle-aged woman lowered her head and replied.
Caesar was the second successor of an ancient family in Europe. After joining the Holy Fist Palace, he was promoted to the position of the most promising successor of the family. During this period of time, the first successor had already been defeated by his underhanded methods and could not resist at all. Caesar had also gradually grasped part of the family's hidden power with the help of the Combat Club.
"It is said that the Sleepless Faces has some kind of strange energy that can strengthen the human body. Maybe we can secretly steal one and study it. "The middle-aged woman suggested.
"There's no need." Caesar shook his head. Compared to his position as the heir of the family, he valued his position in the Holy Fist Palace more. That was the source of his power. "The mask is something that the Holy Fist Master wanted personally. We can't give it to others. The stronger the Holy Fist Master is, the more influence we'll have as members of the Holy Fist Palace."
In fact, he was a little tempted, but considering the risk of being discovered, the benefits were not proportional to the risk. Even if he became stronger after obtaining the mask, could he be stronger than the Fist Saint Garon? That was obviously impossible, and it was possible that the abnormal progress would arouse the suspicions of others in the palace. Moreover, the most important point was that Kabb of the Bailey Group had not been able to research anything after so many years of obtaining the mask. It was obviously unrealistic for him to want to research the content in such a short time.
"Alright, let's stick to the plan."
"Yes."
The middle-aged woman replied in a low voice. She took out her phone and began to issue secret signals.
Very quickly, the large number of people lying in ambush in the capital of Kashir, Mount Rolan, gradually began to move.
Hundreds of tourists stealthily moved towards the direction of Garlot Temple, surrounding the entire temple in a secretive manner.
After that, they did not make any more moves. They just waited slowly, waiting for the moment when the Blood Breeds inside would come out.
These tourists were the elites that Caesar had sent from his family to the Holy Fist Palace to learn and train. Although they were not as strong as the official members of the Holy Fist Palace who could fight vampires one-on-one without being at a disadvantage, these people had undergone training that mainly targeted the Blood Breeds' human control skills. They also had some special classes to deal with high-speed opponents, and they also had special poison bullets in their hands. These poison bullets were also developed by the human forces after the Holy Fist Palace's last meeting to target the Blood Breeds' physique. Combined with the poison that had worked on the body of the Great Elder Wellington, after optimizing the raw material formula, it became a highly cost-effective poison for the Blood Breeds. The Blood Breeds who were shot would show signs of weakness. Although it was not life-threatening, the weakened Blood Breeds were just a shot to an ordinary person.
After an unknown amount of time …
"They're here!!" Suddenly, a low voice was heard. It was an Austrian German accent.
Psst psst psst psst psst …
In the blink of an eye, the sound of silenced pistols exploded like raindrops. Densely packed poison bullets were shot into the night sky above the wall.
It was also at this moment that two black figures suddenly appeared. It was the two Blood Breeds who had gone in to follow them. Coincidentally, they appeared in the direction of the countless bullets. There was no time for them to dodge at all. The two of them were like broken sacks in mid-air. They were shot into sieves and fell down with two loud thuds.
Caesar waved his hand.
"Take them away and leave this place immediately!"
The people who had been secretly hiding rushed over and dragged the two Blood Breeds up. After searching their bodies, they put them into two sacks and left. Their movements were extremely practiced.
Everyone, including Caesar, quickly left the place. The whole process from the shooting to leaving took less than a minute. Their efficiency was shocking.
At the same time, at the main entrance of the temple, an old monk wearing a yellow kasaya slowly walked out of the main hall. He walked towards the stupa from the side. His expression was pious. With every step he took, he would put his palms together and greet the monks who were resting beside him.
Soon, he arrived in front of the stupa forest. He put his palms together with the old monk who was guarding the stupa and walked into the forest to patrol as usual.
After walking along the main road for some distance, there was gradually no one around. The old monk suddenly reached out his hand and gently tore his face. He actually tore off his entire face, revealing the horrifying scalded skin underneath. It was Dahm from the Holy Fist Palace who was far away in the United States.
He looked around and quickly locked onto a direction. He walked into the forest of stupa and came to a stupa that looked a little barren. He felt around on the ground for a while and directly opened the cover of a female book, revealing a dark underground tunnel. This was the reward he had obtained from hiding here recently.
However, it seemed that someone had already stepped in first. There were traces of someone entering the tunnel.
Dahm did not panic. He just took off his kasaya and changed into a set of black close-fitting clothes. He immediately entered the tunnel like a ghost. He put on the kasaya and closed the cover behind him. He once again disguised himself as a hidden person.
The seventh mask was definitely in this underground palace. However, he could predict that this mask would not be easy to obtain.
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Holy Fist Palace
"The seventh mask should be similar to the sixth mask. It should have a guardian." Garon rubbed the sixth mask in his hand. "No matter what we do, we can't hide the fact that we don't have enough high-end strength."
"Caesar and Dahm, one in the open and one in the dark, there might be a chance of success." Tu Lan replied. "According to Clan Leader Wellington's habits, he will definitely send people to snatch the other masks. So you better be mentally prepared. "
"Do they know about the other masks?" Garon asked.
"Of course, the possibility is very high." Tu Lan nodded.
The two of them were sitting opposite each other in the dining room eating dinner. Small meat patties covered in black sauce were stacked on top of each other. Fragrant soup dripped from the top, giving off the aroma of minced meat. Tender lamb chops, small steak, stewed mushroom soup, and sweet salmon with truffles. Various dishes were placed in front of them, but only Tu Lan was eating happily. Garon, on the other hand, did not have much of an appetite.
"Dahm should have successfully entered the underground palace now. If everything goes well, he should be able to get the mask. We just have to be wary of the movements of the Blood Breeds. "Garon frowned.
He had been practicing the Holy Phoenix Scriptures recently, and his progress with the Demonic Book was not bad. The Holy Phoenix Scriptures were actually a type of true meaning. There were a total of three levels and nine big realms, and each realm corresponded to a spiritual form. In other words, it was a form of visualization, allowing one's spirit to transform into a powerful image.
The Holy Phoenix True Meaning was indeed a great catalyst for the formation of his Soul Seed.
According to his estimation, as long as he reached the second level of the Holy Phoenix Scriptures, he would be able to completely condense his Soul Seed. But this method of practice was completely different from his previous Secret Techniques.
The core of the Holy Phoenix True Meaning's practice was an idea. Every realm had a strange image of a strange creature, and one had to completely visualize it in order to proceed to the next realm. After this type of visualization was successful, one could even transform one's spirit into a similarly powerful creature in a spiritual battle, and achieve a powerful killing effect when attacking the opponent.
However, as the degree of this visualization gradually deepened, Garen could vaguely feel that there was a line in the unseen world that was connected to his body. This line seemed to be caused by practicing the Holy Phoenix Scriptures.
Faintly, he felt that the Holy Phoenix True Meaning was very likely related to the Mother Stream.
Regarding this point, Black Sethe also agreed.
The Holy Phoenix True Meaning's practice method was obviously a pure method of practice that was free from material things. It was a pure spiritual method, so it was no wonder that they would create a killing machine like the Buddha Mother. It was because their physical fitness was far weaker than their spiritual development.
In other words, they used the creation of foreign objects to make up for the lack of combat power in their body. This was a pure form of spiritual power cultivation.
And from the source, the Mother Stream was the great miracle river that naturally stored the highest level of spiritual power. Black Sethe guessed that the Holy Phoenix Scriptures and the Buddha Mother were very likely survivors like him, who had survived the Mother Stream and entered this world. Or it could be said that they were lost people.
'In this world, you may never find enough resources to break through to Army Level. Even if you reach the level of the second Soul Seed, you don't have the full support of your body's development. Unless your spirit is strong enough to reach the level of True Soul, you won't be able to fight against Nadia's tyrannical strength,' Black Sethe whispered in Garon's ear.
"The soul has three major stages. I've already passed the normal soul stage, and am now at the second stage, the Soul Seed stage. How can I achieve True Soul?"
Garon asked telepathically.
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