Three consecutive streaks of blood light suddenly appeared, and the three giant beasts exploded, turning into three clouds of blood mist and flying away.
Dam wiped off the blood on his face and rushed towards the other team members around him like lightning. Only the elite team members were still struggling with the giant beast at this time, while the others had already been severely injured or swept into the water.
Bang bang bang bang!!
Amidst several consecutive violent explosions, giant beasts exploded and turned into blood mist.
Damm rescued the tour guide and another team member who had been swept in from the water, and the sound of machine guns roared.
Only then did everyone see clearly what the giant beast in the water looked like.
It was a giant black beast that resembled a hippopotamus, except that their heads also had two horns like buffaloes. They were about three meters in size and looked like giant hippos.
Moreover, there is a huge crocodile-like tail behind their bodies, which is covered with scales and looks extremely scary.
However, these giant beasts were like chickens waiting to be slaughtered under Dam's hands. One by one, they suffered heavy casualties in a short time, and more than twenty of them were killed in a row.
roar!!!
Suddenly, the soil behind Damm suddenly opened up, and a huge black beast with a height of five meters suddenly came out and rushed down on Damm's back. The speed was like a huge black wave, and the black soil and dead branches and leaves that were lifted up brought a thick feeling.
Putrid smell.
Dam suddenly turned around, just in time to see the giant beast pounce down, and his eyes were suddenly filled with the entire body of the giant beast.
His pupils tightened, and he saw a strange mask embedded in the belly of the giant beast. That mask was so familiar!!
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call!!
A strong gust of wind blew by, and Garen appeared on the high seat in the living room. He slowly sat down.
On the seat on the right below, there is a white man and woman sitting in white gauze. His eyebrows are dotted with a little cinnabar, which seems to be very similar to the Indian style.
On the left seat were two subordinates from AG, both young witches wearing tight black skirts.
The mask Garen was wearing had turned completely silver for some unknown reason, and the densely packed small eyes on his forehead looked more and more vivid.
Through the eyes of the mask, he quietly glanced down at both sides.
"How is AG's retreat? It seems to be going well?" Garen said in a low voice.
"Lord Holy Fist, Lord AG's retreat is currently going well. The purpose of our visit this time is to hope that the Holy Fist Palace will assist me in the Dark Witch Guild." The leading witch stood up and answered solemnly.
"As for the assistance, for the sake of AG, I can agree. You and Hosiman can negotiate the arrangements for dispatching forces. In addition, in exchange, I also need some help from you in exchange." Garen nodded lightly, actually
He had never been on good terms with Nesera, the leader of the dark witches, so it was naturally impossible for him to help for free.
"We are now in a relatively balanced state with the vampires. Breaking the deadlock first may lead to unpredictable consequences." Garon turned his eyes to the other side, to the white representative from the main witch forces.
"Then, you claim to be here on behalf of the Witches Association and declare your purpose."
The white man draped in white gauze stood up with a smile. He bowed to Galen calmly and clasped his hands together.
"I come with the friendship of the Lion Mother. Perhaps Lord Holy Fist needs my Lord's help."
"Oh?" Garen was slightly surprised. "Tell me, what help do I need?"
The white man did not answer, but gently touched his right eye with his hand.
Garen narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Is there any way you can restore my eyes?"
"It's not me, it's my Lord." The white man lowered his head and said respectfully.
Garen fell silent, seeming to be thinking about something.
"Is there any way you can prove that you can have this ability?" He spoke slowly after a long time.
Even Hesas is powerless. For the mother of lions in this world, the level of this kind of injury is beyond her imagination.
The injury of Nine-Headed Dragon King Nadia is not easy to treat.
And the most important point is that you must have made a lot of preparations to come to treat his injuries, so in exchange, the other party must have a lot to offer.
The only thing Garen is afraid of in this world is the first dead apostle, Wan Wan. The rest are all ants. Only Wan Wan can pose a threat to him. But this is the power of the vampires, and he really doesn't have much power in terms of witches and wizards.
In-depth contact and lack of understanding of their methods.
When the white man heard Gallon's question, he smiled slightly, took out a white lotus as white as snow from his arms, and gently tossed it, and the white lotus immediately turned and flew towards Gallon.
Gently catching the flying lotus, Garen took a deep breath and felt that his mouth and nose were filled with a strong fragrance, giving people a feeling of relaxation and joy. And the most important thing was that his right eye actually had a faint vision.
A slight feeling of pain made his heart tremble.
"The Lord hopes that if your injury can be cured, the Holy Fist Palace and the Vampire Clan can coexist peacefully without invading each other. This world can no longer withstand more bloodshed..."
There was a look of compassion in the white man's eyes, and Garen could see that it was not a disguise, but a real feeling.
"A ceasefire? I don't have any objection, but I'm afraid the vampires won't be willing to do so." Garen said calmly.
His overall strength is far weaker than that of the Vampires, so a truce is naturally only beneficial to him, and he will definitely not refuse it.
"On the vampire side, naturally there is a master who will come forward to persuade you." The white man nodded. "In addition, the master has another request to heal your eyes."
"Oh? What's the request? Tell me." Garen said calmly. For the Mother of Lions, the only Death Apostle-level existence among the witches, it is obviously not ordinary for the entire vampire family to be able to do no harm to her.
Character. Even the other party's methods were able to have some effect on the injuries caused by Nadia, which was obviously beyond his expectation.
"My lord, I hope you can stop collecting sleepless faces." The white man bowed his head and said respectfully.
The atmosphere instantly became a little heavy, and Garen's body exuded a trace of depressive aura. This aura was so powerful that it made the hearts of the people below feel as if they were wearing a set of heavy shackles, and they felt a little breathless.
The white man seemed to remain calm and continued with his head lowered. "The Sleepless Face is the source of trouble and will bring endless disasters to the world. I hope Lord Holy Fist can give up collecting it."
The atmosphere became more and more solemn. Garen sat motionless in his high position, just staring at the white man calmly. It was clear that the other man's heart was suppressed by his courage, and even breathing seemed difficult, but he still insisted on standing in the hall without changing his expression.
In the middle, stay still and maintain etiquette.
This seems to be supported by a will similar to faith.
"Let's wait until your master can heal my right eye." Garen finally spoke slowly, and the strong sense of depression finally slowly dissipated the moment he spoke.
"I will tell you what you mean." The white man bowed his head and said respectfully.
After the representatives of the Witch Guild and the Lion Mother left, the living room of the Holy Fist Palace fell into silence again.
Horseman and Quentin came out of the corner.
"Teacher, the main body of witches represented by the Lion Mother has always regarded themselves as defenders of world peace. They are all pitiful and merciful. They have come to tell me all before, which is very annoying. I am afraid that this visit is not just a simple ceasefire persuasion."
Quentin frowned and said, as the person in charge of intelligence now, she also has a certain understanding of the main body of the witch's power, the largest backstage lion mother.
"This group of people are pretending to save the world all day long, but in fact they have no idea what their purpose is behind the scenes. They can't be trusted easily." Hossiman also nodded slightly.
Garen tapped his fingers on the armrest of the seat, seeming to be thinking slightly.
"I know."
The collection of Sleepless Faces is impossible to stop. This mask can not only provide him with potential points, but also block Nadia's coordinate aura coming here. No matter what, it is a secret treasure that must be collected.
It's just that the Lion Mother's mysterious method can actually affect the injury to her right eye, which makes Garon a little alarmed. He turned the white lotus in his hand, and the trace of breath just now was gone. Now this one is
The flower is just the most common white lotus.
The little feeling I had in my right eye has disappeared again.
"Mother of Lions..." Garen sniffed the lotus, and there was an inexplicable color in his eyes.
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Outside Holy Fist Palace
The white man slowly advanced on the mountain road going down the mountain, passed the outermost gate of the Holy Fist Palace, smiled at the two guards guarding the door, and then he gently walked down the steps and quickened his pace.
After walking a long distance, he turned back and looked at the Holy Fist Palace from a distance.
The white spire palace is towering and precipitous inlaid on the top of the snow peak. It looks like a legendary mythical holy land. Outside the palace gate, groups of people wearing cloaks enter the palace gate one after another and hand over passes. One by one, these groups,
They were all students who had been selected in advance from various places and brought to the Holy Fist Palace for training. They were either from the fighting club or from Nighthawk. Each one of them had strong Qi and blood. Even in this icy and snowy weather, they gave people a sense of security.
A feeling of strength and lightness.
What surprised the white people even more was that on their way down the mountain from the Holy Fist Palace, halfway up the mountain, they actually encountered a group of pure vampires and vampires coming to meet them. Something seemed to have happened to their auras.
A strange change, stronger than before, but also weirder.
"The Lord is right, the Holy Fist Palace... is the source of all turmoil..." The white man raised his head and looked at the gray sky, feeling an unimaginable sense of depression, and the faint thunder flowing through the clouds.
The sound further highlights the huge momentum here!
Whether it is humans or vampires, the tentacles of the Holy Fist of the Holy Fist Palace are continuously spreading to some corners of the world. And this spreading trend is still accelerating.
An inexplicable sense of panic suddenly arose in the white man's heart.
He recalled the people he had met since coming down the mountain, whether they were vampires or humans, there was a strange sense of fanaticism deep in their eyes, which was an absolute reverence and yearning for the Holy Fist Palace.