Mysterious journey

"I don't know. My brother has been mysterious since he was a child. Even his parents don't know what he does all day long. Anyway, the fact that he is getting better and better has not changed." Vivien didn't care much. Like Arisa, she began to have a sense of blind worship for her brother. Especially after being rescued from a life-and-death situation this time, she unknowingly regarded Garen as her greatest reliance.

Rhodes nodded. In fact, Gallon's information was very simple, but it was precisely because of this simplicity that it seemed mysterious. Everyone who has investigated him knows his development history, but no one understands how he acquired those terrifying killing techniques.

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it so much anymore. Anyway, all my worth is here, so I'll let my elder brother take care of these things." Rhodes chuckled.

"Who do you call big brother?"

boom!

Vivien punched Rhodes hard on the abdomen and said with a vicious expression.

"I was wrong, I was wrong." Rhodes quickly begged for mercy, holding his stomach and running away.

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Inside the restaurant

Garen and Nesera sat opposite each other. The table had been cleared and two steaming cups of milky coffee were served.

The rich aroma of coffee mixed with the strong aroma of milk permeated the entire restaurant, diluting the aroma of the dishes that had not dissipated just now.

"As the leader of the dark witch, why did you come to me for nothing?" Garen glanced at the ground of the surrounding restaurant. At some point, a circle of thin black lines spread out on the ground, forming a complete circle, connecting the two sides. The place where the person was sitting was wrapped, and he felt that there seemed to be an inexplicable energy protective film wrapping it, blocking the sound from being transmitted out.

The relationship between Nesera and Garen has always been extremely bad. If AG hadn't stopped them in time during their first meeting, the two might have started fighting. However, the two subsequent meetings gradually eased things up a bit, but the relationship still didn't improve.

Nesera is AG's old lover, and is a natural energy absorber. She is also the leader of the dark witches, an organization opposed to the orthodox witches. Although she has been suppressed by the forces of the Lion Mother, she still has extremely strong strength and power, and the energy absorber's physique has an indescribable suppression of extraordinary power.

"If AG hadn't arranged for me to come over and there was a temporary shortage of manpower, do you think I would want to come over?" Nesera said impatiently. She took out a small black medal directly from her arms and threw it over. "This is a token. It's a token for entering the range of the witchcraft. Don't lose it. Otherwise, even if you are a Dead Apostle, you will still be blocked for two hours."

Galen caught the medal and picked it up and took a look. The black triangular medal had a dark purple beetle in the middle. It looked vivid. He fiddled with the beetle's legs and the insect actually moved. This medal actually Made from live beetles.

"We formed the Lightless Alliance. This medal is the highest status symbol. Now only our *** Offensive and Defensive Alliance wears the medal. If there is trouble, the other two parties must send strength to support. Is it okay?" Neissera frowned and explained.

"Of course, no problem." Garen nodded, and as soon as he finished speaking, there was a faint crisp sound on the badge. The beetle child's moving thin legs suddenly stopped moving.

"The contract is established."

Garen didn't take it seriously. No matter how strong he was, there was only one person. Moreover, AG had helped him several times, and the sincerity shown was indeed not hypocritical. Such exchanges were also normal. He didn't like the vampires anyway.

Speaking of which, the same is true for his previous two worlds, never rejecting the possibility of joining forces to strengthen his own power. Garen suddenly became thoughtful. Perhaps this is a way to achieve the goal regardless of means. Whether it is the growth of one's own strength, or the initiative of others to join forces, as long as it does not delay one's own growth time, then no one will refuse.

What if we change this approach? This is determined by my character, which also reveals my own personality and habits.

Garen's thoughts flashed away.

"Are you listening to me?!" Neissera's somewhat unhappy voice reached his ears.

"Of course." Garen came back to his senses.

"The operation time is one month later. It will take a certain amount of time for the Wellington family to mobilize their forces. Several of their middle judges are on missions with foreign enemies or on vacation. If they want to mobilize them back for no reason, it will be very difficult for these inefficient families. As far as the vampires are concerned, it is impossible without benefit." When Nesera talked about efficiency, there was a hint of contempt on the corner of her mouth.

She was always so proud, always had a venomous mouth, and seemed unable to see all the people she disapproved of.

In fact, apart from the Death Apostles, there are only a few people in the world who can catch her eye, including AG and Galleon.

"What we want is that all of them are here. Otherwise, wouldn't it be too troublesome to look for them one by one?" Neissera said casually.

"What are the specific details of the operation?"

"We will dispatch the top two, the middle twenty, and you can do whatever you want with the rest. Your main goal is to destroy the Wellington family's silver light golem. It is a reality barrier set up by Wellington himself, and you can only rely on pure physics. Power destroys." Nesera explained.

"Leave it to me then." Garen nodded.

He knew that he was part of AG's terrorist plan. This guy AG regarded the entire vampire race as a target of revenge. He was cultivating a terrifying genetic monster that was completely against the vampire race. Based on his hundreds of years of knowledge, a large number of The flesh and blood ashes of the Vampires are used as food. This monster has been cultivated to the primary stage, and it has cost nearly three hundred vampires and the flesh and blood ashes of dozens of lower Vampires.

AG named this monster ‘Sacrifice’.

"That's the whole situation. The AG will notify you personally of the details. By the way, a reminder, the savings of a thousand-year-old vampire family are very considerable. If there are fewer people going there, don't blame me for not reminding you." Neissera left it coldly. With one word, he stood up and strode away.

The strange thing is that when she walked to the door of the confinement, she suddenly slowly disappeared and disappeared completely, as if she had passed through the door.

Garen looked away and played with the beetle medal in his hand.

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In a certain stronghold of the Wellington family, next to a bath.

"We have received information that the Dark Witches seem to be targeting us."

A seductive woman with fiery red waist-length hair whispered softly. She was wearing a loose black silk pajamas, vaguely revealing her naked body underneath. Lying lazily on an oriental white handwoven wicker chair.

"Dark Witch Coven? What does this have to do with them? This group of guys is notorious. They will do anything for power, without any principles or limits." The fool beside the blue water of the bathing pool leaned against a man with a handsome face, and even some men were not. A male and female figure with blue hair. Her voice was clear and neutral, and her chest rose and fell slightly, but there was an Adam's apple in her throat.

"Who knows? Anyway, I got the news through channels. I don't know why those crazy people are staring at us." The red-haired woman straightened one leg, took a cigarette rod from the small table next to her with one hand, and put it on Exquisite black cigarette butts, filled with tobacco. She wiped it with one hand, and a flash of fire suddenly flashed, and the tobacco burned immediately, emitting wisps of white smoke.

Hiss.

The woman took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled a puff of smoke. The white smoke deformed and twisted in the air, and soon turned into a slender little snake, which circled around the woman before slowly disappearing.

"This kind of life is really comfortable." The woman groaned and seemed even more lazy. "I didn't approve of jumping between different parties at first. It was too troublesome. What's the difference between being a secret party and a secret party? They all live the same life anyway."

"You can't say that." The blue-haired man in the water retorted, "Although Master Castine is strong enough, he is too soft-hearted and is not the real person suitable to lead my vampire clan to great cause."

"By the way, after you finish the competition and crush the Ming Party, what are you going to do?" the red-haired woman asked.

"Of course it's to gain more power." The blue-haired man replied casually.

"Then what happens after you gain the power?"

"I can live a better life!" The blue-haired man rolled his eyes at her speechlessly.

"Then your life is not good now?" The red-haired woman yawned, "No one cares about you, you can do whatever you want, eat, have fun, drink well, you have never experienced anything. I feel Life is pretty good now.”

The blue-haired man was a little speechless, as if he had been tricked by this guy.

"So, what are you people working so hard for? What fools you are." The red-haired woman waved her hands and said casually, and continued to smoke the cigarette.

"I can't make sense to you, Tu Lan." The blue-haired man was helpless.

"I just can't explain it to you." The red-haired woman Tu Lan replied lazily, "We are already in a superior position and have thousands or even more years of life. What else can't we enjoy? Forget it, don't tell me That being said, you should carefully consider how to deal with the Dark Witch Coven in the future. I feel like it might not be easy to deal with this time."

"You mean they might take action? No, we have Mr. Wellington in charge."

"Who knows what those lunatics will do?" Tu Lan narrowed his eyes and prepared to sleep again.

To be honest, as a high-ranking vampire who has witnessed too many rises and falls, she has lived for almost four thousand years, witnessed the rise and fall of dynasties, witnessed the rapid development and rise of modern civilization, watched World War I and World War II, and participated in The famous Normandy landing. She was part of the delegation of the victorious United Nations when Germany declared its defeat.

Victory, defeat, what's the point? No matter how strong the victor is, he can't withstand the passage of time, and the vampires have stood at the pinnacle of victory from the beginning. On this basis, they still find trouble and start a civil war on their own. What else is that not a fool?

Even if all the vampires of the Wellington family died in front of her, it would just be another place to continue living and enjoy. There are very few things that can give her a little excitement now. As the third most terrifying existence among the upper-class vampires, Even including the Dead Apostles, she is still ranked seventh in the world.

But no one knew that she was now sensing signs of an imminent breakthrough.

She has been at the pinnacle for thousands of years, and once she breaks through, she may become a new Dead Apostle. Looking at the top players who were struggling on the verge of breakthrough and still unable to make progress, she sometimes imagined that perhaps it was such a radical and desire-filled mentality that prevented them from moving forward.

"Oh, it's so boring."