Boom!
Thunder rumbled in the night sky as a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, instantly lighting up the vast grassland below.
The grassland at the border between America and Canada was completely barren. Even the nearest village and town had been moved away by the government's army. There were no signs of life within a few hundred kilometers.
The wind blew and the bushes that were taller than a person's knee swayed with the wind, making rustling sounds.
The grassland was only a few dozen meters away from the forest. The hills were continuous and the bushes on top of them were burning with red flames, almost lighting up half the sky.
The flames spread with the wind and quickly burned towards the grassland in the distance.
A group of people stood scattered on the scorched black ground.
Hochman was surrounded in the middle while the people and soldiers of the Holy Fist Palace were outside. Quentin and Xander focused on dealing with them while Tu Lan scanned the surroundings.
Outside the circle of people from the Holy Fist Palace was a large group of people led by a man and a woman. These people were all dressed in black and had black masks on their faces. They were all Blood Breeds and Vampires with blood red eyes.
The atmosphere was getting tense.
"Tu Lan, you're our clan's new Death Apostle. Why did you choose to side with the Holy Fist Palace?" The handsome blonde man in the black robe asked.
"I just realized that the Holy Fist Palace is more suitable for me to stay in than the Blood Union. I've only found my true pursuit here," Tu Lan answered seriously.
She wasn't lying. Only in the Holy Fist Palace could she freely practice the Fantasy Fist while receiving Garen's Soul Primer. The path of Secret Techniques and Fist Techniques seemed to have given her a whole new life to pursue. Compared to the boring life she had in the past, it was much more meaningful now.
After experiencing the Holy Fist Palace, where she could continuously improve herself and become stronger, she would rather die than go back to the boring life of the Blood Alliance.
Now that she was also a Death Apostle, she was on the same level as the other party and had the right to choose.
"Are you really going to side with the Holy Fist Palace?" The man frowned slightly.
"My pursuit and dreams are here. The Blood Union doesn't have them," Tu Lan said calmly. "Perhaps I was forced and unwilling in the beginning, but it's different now."
"What a pity …" The female Death Apostle shook her head slightly. The number of black-clothed Blood Breeds and Vampires behind them was increasing.
However, there were also more ordinary Holy Fist Palace soldiers gathering from afar. Groups of bombers and fighter jets constantly flew across the sky, and the sound of helicopter propellers rapidly approached from afar.
The Blood Breeds and the Holy Fist Palace were both mobilizing their forces on a large scale. More and more people were gathering in this small area, and they were getting stronger and stronger.
"Although it's a little rushed, today is the day that the legend of the Holy Fist Palace is destroyed," the female Death Apostle looked up at the military helicopter hovering in the sky and a red light flashed in her eyes.
All of a sudden, one of the helicopters that was flying past suddenly spun around and crashed into another helicopter beside it.
Boom!!
The two planes collided and quickly exploded, turning into a ball of fire.
Countless radio communications were rapidly exchanged, and the order to retreat was quickly passed down. The pilots of the planes were all panicking as they moved away from the area.
Tu Lan watched their actions coldly without any intention of attacking. She had already guessed their intentions. They wanted to use herself and the higher-ups of the Holy Fist Palace as bait, along with Hochman and the mask in his hands to lure Garon over and rescue them personally.
It was obvious that they had prepared a good show for Garon.
However, at the same time, Tu Lan had enough confidence in Garon. As long as the Holy Fist Palace was here, no predicament would be able to stop him from advancing.
Hochman did not expect things to develop to this stage. He seemed to have unintentionally become the fuse for the final battle between the Blood Alliance and the Holy Fist Palace.
He held the mask in his hands tightly, trying his best to recover as much as possible. Unfortunately, he had been exhausted for too long and did not have enough food and water to replenish himself, so his recovery ability was greatly reduced. He could only manage to heal his internal injuries and stop the bleeding from his external injuries.
"Now the mask is my only life-saving trump card …"
He secretly felt that both the Holy Fist Palace and the Blood Alliance had their eyes on the mask in his hands. It was obvious that both parties wanted the mask.
Swoosh swoosh!
Suddenly, there were two soft sounds, and two figures appeared beside the male and female Death Apostle. It was Wellington and Scarlet Moon who were dressed differently.
One of them was dressed in a white suit, while the other looked like a tramp. They did not have the demeanor of a Blood Breed Death Apostle.
"Brother Mongo, Marian, everyone's here," Wellington glanced around coldly, "Let's see how Garon can escape this time!" His expression was cold, but when he spoke, it felt like he was gritting his teeth. It was obvious that he was still holding a grudge against Garon for beating him to the point where he could not fight back.
"Don't worry, this time Garon won't be able to return." The handsome blonde man laughed softly, "The Holy Fist Palace is just a flash in the pan. Tonight, it will be completely destroyed."
"Don't be careless, Brother Mongo," Scarlet Moon glanced at him lightly, then closed his eyes to rest.
The other two did not say anything else, and closed their eyes to rest.
The aura of the four Death Apostles was faintly emitting from their bodies, as if they were connected into a vast ocean, oppressing everyone present to the point of suffocation.
Tu Lan secretly activated her Fantasy Fist, and signaled everyone around her to move closer to her. Then, she slowly moved towards the area where the Blood Breeds' encirclement was weaker.
Strangely, the Blood Breeds did not seem to have any intention of stopping her.
Tu Lan suddenly looked at the masks that were still vibrating, and she suddenly understood.
"These Blood Breeds must have brought all the masks they had obtained. They must have mastered some special technique to activate the resonance between the masks. If they use the masks as a bargaining chip, there's no need to worry about Master not showing up. "
"What do we do now?" Quentin asked in a low voice.
"Wait and see. Everything will be fine when Master comes," Tu Lan said softly.
Time passed by slowly, and soon half an hour had passed. The people from the Blood Alliance still did not move, showing great patience.
Just then, a huge tremor came from afar.
It was as if something was violently shaking, but the tremor quickly disappeared.
"They're here!" Scarlet Moon suddenly turned his head, and looked at the horizon far away from the grassland. Through the gaps between the hills, a large group of black armored vehicles was slowly approaching.
The group of vehicles stopped far away, and it was obvious that the other party knew that normal people would not be of much use in such a battle.
With the sound of the car door opening and closing, a tall masked man walked down from the first car. He also had blonde hair, but his eyes were not the blood red of the Blood Breeds, but a clear dark blue.
The man was wearing the Holy Fist Palace's martial arts uniform. It was black with white edges, and the word 'Holy' was embroidered on the right side of his chest. There was also a large 'Holy' on his back.
Another person who got off the car with him was a skinny and weak looking old man. His clothes were tattered, and he was holding a walking stick. He looked like he could be blown away by a gust of wind.
This person was AG, who had just come out of isolation. Once he received the news that the Holy Fist Palace and the Blood Alliance were about to fight, he rushed over. Not only him, but there was also a large group of experts from the Lightless Alliance. The leader of the Dark Colors Witch Association, Nasira, was also hiding nearby, ready to lead her team and attack at any time. They were preparing a very strong gathering witchcraft array to assist in the battle.
Once the two of them got down from the car, the armored car quickly retreated. It was obvious that they had already planned to not stay on the battlefield. These armored cars looked very strong and sturdy, but to the level of the Death Apostles, killing them was a simple task. Especially for the veteran Situ Clan, as long as they glanced at their human control spells, it was very likely that they would fall into their control.
If it was not for the fact that they did not attack the Holy Fist Palace, Quentin, Xander and the others would not have been able to wait for Garon to arrive and would have been completely controlled to commit suicide.
Whoosh …
Raindrops finally fell. Together with the faint sound of thunder in the clouds, it gave people a depressing feeling.
The night grew darker and darker, and the moon was covered by thick dark clouds. The airplanes were no longer flying. In this kind of weather, the airplanes were flying at low altitudes, but it did not affect the battle much.
Soon, a large number of human troops received the order to retreat. In this kind of battle, their bullets were useless against the veteran Blood Breed Death Apostles, and missiles were difficult to accurately target in this kind of weather. It was more likely that they would affect their own people, so it was better to retreat first. After that, it would be more convenient to use other methods.
Garon and AG looked at the four Death Apostles of the Blood Union from afar. They also saw Tu Lan, Quentin and the others who were surrounded, as well as the mask in Hochman's hand.
"The situation is a little complicated."
"How do you plan to solve this?" AG asked calmly.
"What the Blood Breeds want is no doubt a chance to fight to the death with me. If they want me to fight with them willingly, they won't be able to do it without using some tricks." Garon was well aware. "The mask and the surrounded people are all chess pieces used to threaten me. Of course, they might also want the mask. "
He clapped his hands and two figures quickly appeared from the darkness behind him. They were both men wearing white Holy Fist Palace robes. The two of them carried a black sealed metal box and came behind him.
With a snap, the box was opened. Inside were all the masks that Garon had collected so far. The masks were stacked together and kept vibrating together. The vibrations were not that strong. What was strange was that the lips on the masks were slightly opened, getting bigger and bigger until it became a howling black hole. Even the mask on Garon's face was no exception.
"The Sleepless Faces … The Blood Breeds must have brought all the masks they got. Including the one in Hochman's hand, all twelve masks should be gathered by today. "Garon said calmly.
He looked at the potential points in his attribute pane.
'Strength 7. Agility 7. Vitality 10. Intelligence 12. Potential 33124%. Soul Limit 30. '
The two masks that he had just obtained were obtained by Tu Lan herself and provided him with a large amount of potential points. Now that he had more than three hundred potential points, he could increase his attributes by another level. However, he hesitated and did not use them immediately.
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