Half an hour later …
The entire freighter suddenly changed its direction and headed towards a naval port in America.
From time to time, gunshots and screams could be heard from the ship. It was the Blood Breeds under Tu Lan's control that were slaughtering their comrades.
Tu Lan, on the other hand, was in the control room with a tired face. The hypnotized Blood Breed captain was obediently speeding up the ship's course.
But even with her level and strength as a Death Apostle, to control so many Blood Breeds in such a short period of time was exhausting.
After all, Death Apostles were only slightly stronger than Blood Breeds. Their biggest advantage was their immortality, and the difference between them and Blood Breeds was not as big as one would imagine. At most, a Death Apostle was equivalent to four or five Blood Breeds combined, except for Ashen.
So the Death Apostle's strongest point was their immortality, and their physical qualities were not that strong. Controlling so many Blood Breeds in such a short period of time was a huge burden for a Death Apostle. Luckily, Tu Lan practiced the Fantasy Fist, and could use the Fantasy Fist to influence and control the humans on the ship. However, this fist technique could only create illusions for a short period of time, or cause amnesia, but it could not modify memories. That was a very precise modification of the brain, so she could only use Blood Breed Control as the main technique, and Fantasy Fist as the support. The effect was not bad, and she barely managed to change the direction of the giant freighter.
And now, an hour had passed.
*****
At night.
"The mask is fake?" Hochman hid behind a black reef by the shore, holding a phone in his hand as he listened to the sound from the other side.
"Tu Lan has succeeded, come back," Garon said calmly on the phone.
Hochman reluctantly took out the two masks on his body and carefully examined them. After a careful examination, he faintly discovered that these masks did not seem to have much of a sense of history. He could not see it in a trance, but if he looked carefully, he could see that there were traces of old wear. If it were a normal person, they might not be able to notice it, but with his Upper Level senses, he could sense that something was off.
Bam!!
The mask was smashed onto the reef and exploded into countless pieces, creating a huge hole in the reef.
Hochman's face turned cold. He was tricked by the Blood Breeds! Since he started his career, this was the first time he had suffered such a huge loss.
He pressed on the wound on his shoulder, and his face turned even colder.
"I understand," he whispered into the phone. On the other end, Garon seemed to have guessed that he was throwing a tantrum. He just grunted and hung up the phone.
Tu Lan was a Death Apostle, so there was nothing he could do, but Dahm should have another mask …
A hint of coldness flashed across Hochman's face. He took out his phone again and tried to make a call. His powerful friends and contacts flashed through his mind, but when he saw the missed calls on his phone, he quickly locked onto the best candidate.
A series of numbers were dialed.
"Hello, I'm Hochman. Is this Miss Munegumi Riko? I need you to do me a small favor. "
*****
On a luxury cruise ship
Munghui Riko had just sat down in her room in shock when her phone rang.
Looking at the caller ID, it turned out to be Hochman, who had left earlier.
Her expression froze and a trace of joy flashed in her eyes. She quickly picked up the phone and answered the call.
"Hey. I am Riko, Mr. Hochman? What can I do for you? "
"Okay … Okay … I understand." The phone hung up and Munegumi Riko let out a deep breath.
She had too many things she wanted to ask, but when she answered the call, her mind went blank and she could not ask anything.
Hochman and the two people who looked like they were in a movie, who were they?
She had heard rumors about the supernatural world before, but she always thought that they were just rumors. She did not expect that she would have the chance to see such a scene today.
She quickly made a few phone calls according to Hochman's request. She hesitated for a while, but still dialed her father's number. But after the call went through, she hesitated and only told her father about her arrangements. She did not mention anything about the cruise ship.
She got up and walked out of the cabin, but saw a pale young woman guarding her door.
She recognized her. She was the bodyguard who had always been by Hochman's side.
"It's still very dangerous on the ship. It's better if you don't come out."
"Okay." Munegumi Riko nodded and returned to her room.
It seemed that the attacker had been chased away on the ship, or rather, the attacker had left. It was safe for now. She let out a long sigh of relief.
When she returned to her room, she suddenly remembered that she had seen some records about the Sleepless Faces in her family's ancient records. Her family had once bought a large collection of books from an ancient family in Europe. She loved reading since she was young and had once read a lot of books. She had a certain understanding of the Sleepless Faces that Hochman was looking for. In those ancient records, there was a detailed record about this mask.
After the twelve masks were gathered, they had to go to a location to find clues about the final mask. According to the ancient family's speculations, there were two possibilities for the location of the final mask. Both of them were recorded in the ancient records. These things were originally only recorded as historical archeological knowledge and were only worth collecting. But now that Munegumi Riko thought about it, she could faintly feel her chest thumping wildly.
She realized that this might be a chance to get in touch with the supernatural world!
*****
Dahm crawled out of the underground palace in exhaustion. The moonlight outside shone on his body, making him look pale.
Psst!
His arms and thighs suddenly shot out fine lines of blood from the skin on his body.
After quickly pressing on a few acupoints to stop the bleeding, Dahm supported his body and ran towards the location of the rescue.
This was the result of activating the first star and then using the ultimate secret that he couldn't grasp, resulting in a severe overdraft.
The communication device that he had hidden on him had been destroyed in the fierce battle just now. Now, he couldn't contact Caesar and the rest outside. He could only rush out himself.
Staggering out of the temple's stupa forest, he sneaked out of the temple using a dark corner and came to a dark alley at the side.
"Where's the thing?" Caesar brought a few people and appeared at the alley.
"It's with me. Let's go now! "Dahm said weakly.
Caesar looked at Dahm's weak state. His eyes flashed with coldness and hesitation.
He was hesitating whether to kill him here. His opponent was so weak and he had many people around him. If he attacked, he might actually succeed. After getting the mask, saying that Dahm died from the Blood Breeds' attack was also a good reason.
The only thing he was worried about was whether Dahm was really that weak. Was it real or just a disguise?
Caesar couldn't resist the temptation of the mask.
This was a chance to extend his life and improve his martial arts! Dahm and Hochman didn't see it. In just a few short years, he had reached the Upper Level under the guidance of the Great Fist Saint. If it were them, they would be able to reach the Upper Level as well!
Since the Great Fist Saint only needed a few years to train an Upper Level, he probably wouldn't care too much about the death of an Upper Level …
Involuntarily, the way Caesar looked at Dahm changed.
"I've already informed the intelligence center before I came. They'll send someone to pick me up immediately! Before the Blood Breeds arrive, let's leave immediately! "Dahm's eyes flashed as he said quickly.
Caesar's eyes then slightly retracted.
"Everyone, protect the Marshal. We'll leave immediately!" With a wave of his hand, the people from the surrounding families quickly went up to support Dahm. The group quickly left the alley.
*****
Holy Fist Palace
Garon opened his eyes and looked at the alarm clock. There were still a few minutes left.
He reached out and held the blood bottle above Tu Lan.
With a smack, he crushed the blood bottle. The blood inside slowly dripped down. It was like the thickest oily liquid, but also like syrup. It slowly dripped onto Tu Lan's forehead.
The strange thing was, within a second of dripping, the blood quickly seeped into Tu Lan's skin without leaving a trace. It was as if it was completely absorbed by her skin.
Psst!
Tu Lan, who was in the blood pool, suddenly opened her eyes. The dilated pupils in her eyes quickly shrunk.
Hiss …
She took a deep breath and then exhaled. Her chest swelled up like an air balloon and then sank back down.
"How is it?" Garon asked softly.
"It's alright. I've already handed it over." Tu Lan nodded. She didn't care about her naked body at all. She stood up from the blood pool and pulled a gauze dress from the clothes rack beside her.
"I've got two masks here, but they're hidden somewhere in the cargo ship. I need to check them out. Get someone more attentive to go over," she said quickly.
"No problem." Garon understood. "Two masks … That's good news …"
"There's also bad news." Tu Lan frowned. "I heard from an old friend that all the Blood Breed Death Apostles have disappeared. They've all gone to …"
"You went to look for the remaining masks?" Garen continued her sentence.
"You know?" Tu Lan was slightly shocked.
Garon's expression was calm.
"It's not hard to guess." His second Soul Seed was imminent and could be condensed at any time. However, he still felt that something was missing. Even though the second Soul Seed had yet to fully condense and hatch, his spirit had reached an unprecedented peak. His heart was clear and light, like a pure and flawless water mirror, without a single ripple.
At the crucial moment of condensing the Soul Seed, he definitely couldn't have too many distracting thoughts. Only the purest will be able to condense all the power of the soul. This was also a little trick that Black Sethe taught him. It could speed up the condensation.
"Aren't you afraid that they'll destroy the masks after getting them?" Tu Lan asked curiously.
"They won't destroy the masks so easily after getting them …" Garon said calmly. "No one would be willing to give up this opportunity. This is the chance to be the first to break the legend of the Death Apostle's immortality … "
Once they got the final mask and achieved the ancestral bloodline, they would be able to threaten and suppress the other Death Apostles. The Death Apostles would no longer be the symbol of immortality. By then, the one who obtained the ancestral bloodline would truly be the strongest and only ruler of the world!
Even if Garon's power had reached this level, he wouldn't dare to start an all-out war with the Blood Breed Death Apostles. This was because he couldn't kill the Death Apostles. If he couldn't kill them, it would mean that both sides would suffer.
This wasn't something that Garon wanted to see, nor was it something that the Blood Breeds wanted to see.
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