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760 Conspiracy 2

There was no rest for a week in a row, and I was forced to face high-intensity pursuit and bombing at any time. Various methods were constantly emerging, including hidden poison needles, long-distance snipers, large-area cloud bombs, and incendiary bombs.

If you are not careful, you may be bombarded to death by various high-tech weapons.

He wanted to kill the chasing team at close range, but was sensed in advance by the Dark Witch and the masters of the Holy Fist Palace. They quickly retreated and applied various slow effects to him. They did not make direct contact with him at all, but used various long-range means.

Keep chasing and killing.

But even so, he managed to kill two groups of witches and Holy Fist Palace masters. But then, more chasing teams appeared, and a large number of dead soldiers emerged one after another. Many were even executed prisoners.

It was released deliberately in order to get close to him and explode.

For a moment, it seemed that there were enemies everywhere, and during this period, what frightened Hosiman the most was not the masters of the Holy Fist Palace and the witches of the Dark Witch Coven, but the huge number of ordinary people.

They used various traps and strategies to design traps, landmines, animals injected with highly poisonous substances in advance, hallucinogenic gases, and various powerful military weapons to violently bomb.

In this case, not to mention him, even a veteran Death Apostle would probably have a lot of headaches and troubles.

Hossiman almost ate a mouse that was injected with a highly poisonous drug. It looked like there was nothing wrong with the mouse, but the toxin delayed the onset of the disease.

"Death! Hosiman!" Seidon was so excited that he had veins popping out on his face. He laughed out loud and counted wildly on his chest with his hands.

"Tiangang Tyrant!!"

boom!!

A majestic air flow was suddenly collided and dispersed as Seidon activated his secret technique.

Seidon suddenly grew in size, swelled up, and swung his thick arm directly to hit Hossiman's shoulder. That kind of momentum was like a giant hammer that wanted to smash him into pulp.

Hossiman hurriedly raised his arms and moved around violently.

"Mysterious meaning. Dual swords!!"

Two crisp sounds of "Chi Chi" came out, and the knives in his hands suddenly cut out two transparent air blades, forming a perfect circle. The upper half of the ring faced Sedon Goth and smashed down, and the lower half of the ring was in the air.

The blade actually cut directly into Seidon's legs.

This is the secret of the original Water Bird Fist, the double sword.

Even if Hossiman is now exhausted, when he performs it, it still has a sharpness that is as sharp as a real sword.

clang!!!

There was no time to react and change the moves, so the two of them traded moves at the same time.

The arm violently defeated the air blade. Then it hit Hossiman's shoulder with a huge impact, breaking the bone with a crisp click.

At the same time, Seidon's legs had no time to dodge. They were directly hit by the air blade. He tore his trousers apart with a single pull, leaving two clear bloody cuts on his thighs.

ah!!!!

Seidon howled miserably and quickly retreated. He staggered and was supported by a subordinate master. His body returned to normal, but the wounds on his legs were cut a finger deep, almost cutting off both legs.

However, Hoseman's shoulders suddenly moved, and the bones were barely reconnected, which did not affect the movement for the time being.

He half-knelt on the spot and gave the remaining Quentin a cold look.

"You alone can't kill me." He said coldly.

"What about me?"

A beautiful female voice suddenly sounded from behind Hossiman.

He turned his head sharply and his pupils suddenly shrank.

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Armored vehicles were speeding along the highway one after another. The street lights on the road kept flashing across them one after another, almost forming a yellow line.

Garon was sitting in an armored vehicle at the front, watching the military map formed by the intelligence gathered from various intelligence points on his laptop.

The red dot and red area are still used to indicate the threat level.

There were two people driving the car, and the one who helped Gallon analyze the map was a black officer who had just been transferred.

"Horsiman has been initially surrounded in this area. Now Master Tulan and Warlord Quentin Sedon have passed ahead and should have arrived at the target location. Of course, in order to capture the opponent alive and successfully obtain the mask, we have been using the

The fatigue-heavy attack tactic in an attempt to capture Hossiman alive seems to have worked well. It has successfully reduced Hossiman's strength to a respectable level."

"Approximately what level is it?"

"It should be barely as strong as the one above, but with the distraction and having to be alert to the threats all around, it should have reached its weakest level." The black officer replied solemnly.

"I haven't rested for a week, but I still have such strength. It really surprises me..." Garen murmured, touching his chin.

He had a premonition that this time when he went out to hunt Hosiman to recover his soul guide, he would definitely meet the man behind the scenes who prompted Hosiman to tear apart his soul guide. Who in the end caused this accident? He was slightly confused.

There's some sense of urgency.

'Be careful. I have a bad feeling.' Hesas's low and weak voice came.

"This is a conspiracy. From the moment my soul was torn apart, I had to take action myself. I had no choice." Garen said lightly.

Hesas was silent, he knew that Garen was right.

If you don't recycle the soul guide, Garen will leave a fatal flaw, and if you recycle it, you will have to go out and kill Hosiman personally. This is a choice between two, there is no way to avoid it.

Looking at the street lights passing by outside the car window, Garen slowly calmed down and began to adjust his state of mind.

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Just six hours after Garen left the Holy Fist Palace.

The Blood Alliance brazenly launched an all-round large-scale attack. A large number of vampires appeared, armed with firearms and various weapons, and fought head-on against the Holy Fist Palace and surrounding alliance forces.

In just two hours, a full-scale war broke out between the two sides, and a large number of human vampires died one after another. The army launched a suppression, and the number of casualties rose sharply. The senior leaders of the Blood Alliance dispatched at least three-digit official vampires to comprehensively attack the branches of the Holy Fist Palace.

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This also means that the Blood Clan and the Holy Fist Palace have officially started a full-scale war, and the battlefield is mainly concentrated in the United States. Externally, it is claimed that terrorists within the United States have launched a jihad, and the military is going all out to suppress it.

The Dark Witch Guild also broke out into a war with the traditional witches, but what is strange is that none of the top-level Death Apostle-level beings showed up.

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Tu Lan stood quietly behind Hosiman, wearing a pure white women's suit and slightly white water-blasted jeans. Her long red hair was gently tied back to form a ponytail, giving people an ordinary and ordinary look without any traces of it.

Surprising feeling.

But such a calm temperament made Hossiman's heart pause for a second.

Although he had been mentally prepared, he still felt an uncertain sense of threat when facing this terrifying Death Apostle-level vampire who practiced Huan Lou Fist.

"You really think highly of me...even Lord Tulan took action himself..." Hosiman laughed dryly.

"With the fusion of Marshal Dam's Yinji Water Bird Fist, your boxing skills must have reached an unprecedented peak, right? It seems that you have broken through to the upper level." Tu Lan looked calm and stretched out his fingers to hook. "It just so happened that I also broke through.

It won’t take long. How about we two have a fair fight and no one else gets involved?”

A fair fight?

Horseman almost burst into anger. He looked at himself and was covered in bruises. He had just broken through the Water Bird Fist and reached the Death Apostle level. Before he was stable, he was hunted down by all kinds of people. He fled for thousands of miles. Now he hasn't gotten any rest for a week. He just broke through again.

After fighting Sedon, who had unleashed his potential, he was injured more and more. It was good to have half of his strength left. Now he was fighting against a Dead Apostle who was in full condition, unless he was crazy.

Tu Lan smiled slightly.

"Don't you agree? By the way, I'm telling you that Master Boxing Saint is rushing this way. If you don't seize the opportunity, it will be too late for a fair fight."

"The mask is on me, don't you want it anymore?" Hossiman suddenly said. He took out the strange black mask from his tattered clothes.

At this moment, Hosiman suddenly looked slightly stunned, and his eyes fell directly on the mask in his hand.

Not just him, but Quentin Seidon, Tu Lan and the surrounding subordinate soldiers also quickly focused their attention on the strange Sleepless Face mask.

Buzz....

The mask vibrated slightly spontaneously, and the lips slowly opened wider automatically.

"What...what's going on?!" Hossiman felt that he could hardly hold the mask in his hand, and suddenly he grabbed it with his other hand, suppressing the shaking of the mask.

"It's the resonance of the mask."

A series of screams instantly sounded in the darkness. They were the screams of a large number of soldiers lying in ambush in the woods.

At the same time, a clear man's voice came from the forest, and his figure suddenly appeared behind Quentin and Sedon.

"Mask Resonance... The twelve masks are finally almost gathered..." Another woman's voice sounded slowly.

Unexpectedly, when Tu Lan was completely unconscious, a beautiful woman with a voluptuous figure walked out of the dark grass on the right side of everyone.

Amidst the clicking sounds of guns being aimed, Tu Lan, Quentin Seidon, and the subordinates of the pursuit team they brought with them, turned some of their gun heads and aimed at the two men who suddenly appeared.

The operations captain's heart sank, and he looked directly at Commander Quentin, waiting for her instructions. These soldiers were all selected elite special forces. Even when faced with such a strange situation, they did not lose their composure at all and pressed down hard.

Uneasy in my heart, I waited for the commander to issue an order.

Quentin instinctively felt an inexplicable dangerous aura surrounding everyone, and looked directly at Tu Lan, the strongest person here.

"Blood Alliance..." Tu Lan instantly recognized the scarlet Blood Alliance logo on the two men. He also recognized their obvious identities.

There are not many people with such strength and such aura in the entire blood alliance. The only possibility is...

"Dead Apostles...Why are they here?!" Tu Lan's heart suddenly sank.

"That person is right, it is indeed here." The female Dead Apostle said at this time. "How to solve it now?"

"No rush, wait a minute..." The blond man's Dead Apostle smiled, as if he didn't even see the guns aimed at them all around. "Garen will be here soon..."

Compared to the Death Apostle-level Hosiman, who is so embarrassed, as vampire Death Apostles, their immortality completely makes them invincible. Although Hosiman has the survival strength and fighting ability of the Death Apostle-level,

But he is still only a human being, and he still lacks the most powerful ability of a vampire dead disciple - immortality. (To be continued...)


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