Mysterious journey

While walking on the road, Garen was also thinking about the recent changes in his mentality.

In such an ordinary world, with no existence that could threaten him at all, he rarely felt this completely relaxed mood.

There is no special free energy similar to the power of totems in this world, so practitioners of extraordinary power can only rely on their own strength to produce influence and destruction. Such destructive power is extremely limited, and it is extremely difficult to have the ability to affect a wide range.

Gallon has lived for so long and has almost figured out the situation here. The density of the world here looks normal on the surface, but is actually very high.

Whether it is the density of air, the density of stone and soil, or the density of biological bodies. The effect of high density is that compared to the previous worlds, it is difficult to have exaggerated personal force destructive power here.

Because various material environments are difficult to destroy, destroying matter, that is, the binding force between particles, requires a lot of energy, which is unmatched by the previous two worlds. The result is that the same strength will be weakened in disguise here. But there is also a positive side. Such a world is prone to the emergence of more powerful and advanced life forms.

Garen guessed that the high-level Vampires among the Vampires, or Death Apostles, might be such existences. To be able to survive for thousands of years and remain immortal, such a being is extremely rare to appear in both the secret martial world and the totem world. Compared with the totem world, the threshold for immortality species here is obviously much lower.

The high-density material concentration in the world naturally makes it easier for quantitative changes to lead to qualitative changes, reaching a higher level.

Garen suddenly became more interested in the mysterious aspects of this world. So far, he had only come into contact with cannon fodder-level existences such as vampires, and had never come into contact with a real vampire.

While heading to the fighting society, Garen recalled the description of the vampires he captured in Grandor and the vampires.

Maybe it really comes to what you want.

The beeping text message sounded again. Garen took out his phone and looked at it. It was a bald person.

"Captain, I heard a piece of news, or a rumor."

Garen's heart moved, he paused, and quickly replied under the street lights on the street.

"explain."

Soon there was another letter from there.

"According to the insider, it seems that there is going to be an internal fight among the vampires."

"Infighting?!" Garen was stunned. "Are you talking about the Ming Party and the Secret Party?!!"

"Yes, that's it. It is said that the secret party has gathered a large number of foreign forces this time, preparing to compete for the control of the American secret party. The current power of the secret party seems to be very affected, but I feel that it may be the old man's random boast. "The bald head obviously didn't believe it at all.

Garen was lost in thought.

The American Ming Party represents the force of the vampires that leans toward humans. It has always been relatively friendly to humans and regards itself as an evolved creature of humans. But the secret party is different. These vampires regard humans as livestock food. Once they are occupied, the world of ordinary people in the United States may be affected and disrupted.

"Also, something similar to a cross may be a clue." The bald man over there continued to send text messages. "It is said that a batch of antiques were found in a cemetery in South Africa. People there call them lucky stone clocks. They are said to bring good luck to people."

"Send someone over to try to auction one. Do you have enough funds?" Gallon replied.

"No problem, there's a lot, and the group has enough money." Baldhead agreed readily.

For all members of Nighthawk, 30% of the funds received from each mission will flow into Gallon's account as his guidance fee. If they encounter any difficult problems, of course Gallon will also come forward to solve them.

For a group of Nighthawks who were bound to Garen by secret skills, this result was considered very generous, and they also had the strongest group leader as their backer. Coupled with the powerful secret skills learned, no one complained at all. Maybe even if you have complaints, you won't dare to express them because you can't do without the secret skills.

"In addition, we can start recruiting peripheral organizations." Gallon thought for a moment and typed a reply.

"clear."

Nighthawk now has almost the backbone of its members. It is inevitable to use this as bone armor to establish a peripheral mercenary organization to expand its influence and occupy territory. However, this process will definitely encounter obstacles from other territorial forces. When the time comes, It depends on the methods of both parties.

Garen put down his phone and stood there thinking for a moment.

This is not the first time a civil war has occurred between the two vampire parties, but every time it causes a large number of innocent human casualties.

The Ming Party just treats human beings much more normally than the Secret Party, but that doesn't mean they care about the lives of unrelated people.

"But these are still far away from me for the time being. I just need to concentrate on recovering and improving my strength." Garen touched his chin. "Now, the only way to accelerate the improvement of strength is to find potential points, lucky stone bells."

After thinking for a while, Garen put this aside for the time being and let Baldhead and the others explore the road first.

Continue walking towards the fighting society field.

After walking slowly for more than half an hour, there were already a few people standing at the door of the slightly old gray hamburger-shaped building. They were all members of the fighting club wearing black clothes and placing signboards at the door.

Garen stood far away under a school bus stop sign at the corner of the street, watching the movement at the fighting club, but did not go over immediately.

After waiting for a while, until the time was almost up, he walked towards the Oriental restaurant on the right side of the fighting club.

The restaurant is all white, like a round tea cup. It is bright and white inside. There are some yellow-skinned Oriental students sitting there, as well as a small number of white and black students. Business seems to be good.

Garen found a seat in a corner and sat down, ordering a cup of green tea and a portion of fried rice.

Looking at the entrance of the fighting club outside the floor-to-ceiling window, Garen recalled the previous plan in his mind.

However, it seems that the plan still needs to reach a very high level of strength, or even completely recovered, before it can be truly guaranteed to be implemented. Otherwise, facing those mysterious vampires and witches, I may not be able to do it now. How many can I carry?

The main reason for having more manpower is to ensure the safety of one's own people. Sometimes when they are unable to do anything, some forces can also get a lot of convenience without having to do everything themselves.

The fried rice was served quickly, with golden omelette, some chili pepper noodles, and condiments such as cumin, which tasted strange. However, he finished a large plate of fried rice with just a few sips of green tea and Galleons. He picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth, stood up, paid the bill, and walked towards the fighting club.

Several people at the door of the fighting club seemed to recognize him at once. Some people turned around and ran in in a hurry, obviously calling for someone.

The eyes of the remaining two club members showed a trace of envy, a trace of fear, and a hint of disbelief. They just stood there and watched him walk over.

Ignoring the two club members, Garen walked directly through the bulletin board and entered the old dance classroom.

The wooden boards that were damaged some time ago have been repaired, and an extra layer of soft foam-like material that looks very elastic has been laid on the surface. Turning the entire dance classroom into a black ground.

A group of people were gathering in the center of the field, surrounded by a black boy like stars holding the moon.

Among the crowd, standing behind the black boy were Vice President Jamie, Quentin and Serena, as well as three people Gallon had not seen last time. There were six or seven people in total, and behind them were the members in black uniforms with white spots on their bodies. There were probably more than thirty people in the crowd.

The group of people has a clear hierarchy of latitude and longitude, and there is a very strict hierarchy first.

At this moment, Garen walked through the door, and dozens of eyes came to him in an instant. Some are scrutinizing, some are suspicious, and most are just looking at it normally.

"You're here." Serena stepped forward at the signal of her sister Quentin and said, "The president heard about your last performance and decided to come and see you in person."

"I came here this time with the intention of quitting the fighting club." Garen suddenly interrupted her.

"What?!" Serena looked shocked. Not only her, but Quentin and others' expressions also changed slightly. Even the black president was a little surprised and confused.

"I have absolutely no interest in a fighting club composed of a bunch of weaklings." Garen spread his hands and looked helpless. "You are too weak, I can't bear to hit you too much."

"you!!"

Some members around him made angry noises, but they seemed to be restrained immediately.

The entire venue was quiet, and some members' eyes became a little cold. Some people began to move their muscles and bones, making a cracking sound.

The president and the five team leaders and vice presidents of the elite group all looked unhappy.

"I just hang out like this every day, and occasionally play with the same rubbish training as everyone else, tsk tsk tsk," Garen laughed contemptuously, "Originally, I came here with high expectations, but I didn't expect that."

The young man's anger could not withstand provocation. Sure enough, after these few words, the breathing around him became obviously much heavier.

It was only the original majesty of the president and the leader of the elite group that prevented him from having an immediate attack, but it was obvious that everyone was extremely dissatisfied.

"If you were asked to be the president, how would you train?" The black president suddenly spoke. There was anger in his eyes, but he obviously had stronger self-control.

"Me?" Garen didn't expect the other party to say that. "No matter how many chickens there are, they can't defeat the eagles. Only growing into big and aggressive roosters might be useful." He originally planned to provoke the little guys in the club. , to see if there are any good seedlings inside, but the other party obviously has good self-control, and he can't bear to do anything like this.

This provocation may be mixed with a bit of his bad taste, but the effect was unexpectedly unsatisfactory.

"Garen, what's the point of saying these words on purpose?" Serena spoke up. She knew Garen's original character and was the person who had the most contact with him.

Garen glanced at her, "I said I was just bored, do you believe it?"

Serena opened her mouth and didn't know how to answer.

At this time the black boy came forward.

"I'm about to leave the school and go out to implement it. According to the rules, the position of president can only be filled by the strongest person in the club. If you are not satisfied with the situation of the fighting club, then you can go on stage and directly change it according to your wishes. How about it?"

Garen was quite surprised to see that the president was not even angry at such a provocation.

"Your endurance is very good." He restrained his previous contemptuous tone and glanced at all the members of the elite group.

The quality of this group of people is good. Although they are suppressing their anger, no one interrupts the president's speech.