Mysterious journey

Following the singing, the blood drops in the basin suddenly became thicker and thicker, spreading rapidly. A mere drop of blood turned a black basin the size of a basin completely red.

Raphael raised his head, faced the statue's eyes, and lightly scratched the center of his eyebrows with his bloody index finger, leaving a trace like cinnabar.

Close your eyes. Just when the ceremony was about to end, the witches were about to remove their things, suddenly.

Buzz! ! ! !

A huge tyrannical and gentle force suddenly descended.

This power shone with a hazy white light on the statue. Strangely, the stone statue moved. She stretched out her right arm and gently touched Raphael's cheek.

"The Mother of Lions has really arrived!!" A witch exclaimed in surprise.

"Great Mother of Lions! Please bless our leader of Grandor!"

"The Witch King is supreme!!"

The witches suddenly became excited and excited.

Raphael's grandma also looked happy, staring at Raphael and the statue without blinking. There were only a handful of times in history when the Mother of Lions came to bless her like this. On weekdays, she could only communicate a little bit of the Lion Mother's will on special festivals. How could it be like now, when the entire Witch King's will came over and he wanted to fully bless Raphael.

"Raphael of Grandor, beautiful Sun Witch, I will bless you, and you will have strong status and power in the future." A majestic spiritual will enveloped her.

A sweet smile appeared on Raphael's cheeks. But no one could see that in her closed eyes, her eyes gradually lost their original agility, and instead showed an inexplicable dullness.

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In a remote underground cave.

The Lion Mother slowly opened her closed eyes, and the compassion in her eyes became even stronger.

"Don't blame me. In order to eliminate the source of all unrest, any sacrifice is worth it."

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"The seventh mask, in an ancient tomb in Asia?"

"The Holy Fist Palace will definitely send people to look for it. As long as we send people there, we will be able to delay or even prevent him from getting the seventh mask."

"Then who should be sent there?"

"At least a higher-ranking vampire will lead the team. Otherwise, it will be difficult for Hosiman and Dam to solve the problem."

In the Blood Alliance Council Hall.

The four dead disciples of the Camarilla Ming Party occupy the four highest seats. They are surrounded by representatives of their respective family lineages and other blood races. They sit in a large circle in a dense circle. The Blood Alliance Conference is the meeting between the two parties of the Camarilla Ming Party. The only meeting for peaceful coexistence since the war began.

Although people on both sides of the Ming Party and the secret party hate each other, the pressure on mankind is getting stronger and heavier, and the actions against the vampires are becoming more and more extreme. Many old vampires are constantly being found by detectors, and even on the spot. There were many executions.

Human beings call the vampires who join the Holy Fist Palace new vampires and new humans. As for the vampires who have not joined the Holy Fist Palace, they are called the old vampires. Under this distinction, both the Ming Party, the Secret Party, and the Neutral Vampires were all suppressed on a large scale.

Under this situation, many red-eyed humans could no longer control their emotions, and began to suppress the vampires unscrupulously.

This forced the Blood Clan Blood Alliance to hold an emergency meeting to discuss how to deal with the problems they would face next.

Now the four Dead Apostles have reached a rare agreement on the issue of searching for the Sleepless Face in the Holy Fist Palace.

Wellington looked at the other two Dead Apostles.

"I also checked the information when I went back. Indeed, the Sleepless Face does have the effect of transforming people's physiques and transforming people into the ancestors. In addition to their long lifespan, the ancestors have the ability to locate all dead disciples, and there is nothing special about the rest. But even so, I shudder when I think about the possibility that Galleons will continue to weigh on us like this."

"I have also found records of the abilities of the ancestor of the vampire clan." The only female dead disciple said calmly.

"Me too." Another unfamiliar-looking blond man in black robes replied calmly.

The three of them are the three core dead disciples of the entire secret party, and this man is also the most mysterious one among them.

Opposite their seats was Hongyue sitting opposite Ming Dang.

It was a young man with long black hair, his face was pale, and he looked a little cold. Only when his eyes moved slightly did people feel that he was alive.

"Hongyue, what do you think?" The female dead disciple looked at Hongyue.

"If we don't participate, joining the Holy Fist Palace is not an option." Hongyue said lightly. He had been chased by the two dead disciples of the secret party for so long, and now his energy was still severely injured, so he didn't bother to care about these things.

"Fortunately, we have an obvious advantage, that is, we have enough manpower, and we can use more cards than the Holy Fist Palace. And he only has one Death Apostle and two upper ranks. He himself must sit at the headquarters and cannot leave." Wellington analyzed, "I think we can launch a nuclear strike directly at the location of the Holy Fist Palace, and use human technology to directly destroy the hope of mankind, hehe." A hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes.

When he thought about how he was being killed by Garen one after another, he felt a wave of evil fire in his heart. In this way, he was cast into the shadow by Garen. If he could find a real way to deal with the Death Apostles, he would be able to locate him. The Death Apostle's true form, isn't it easier than killing a chicken with one punch?

"He must not be allowed to find the last few masks. If possible, I suggest that we also start looking for the last few masks and keep them in the hands of our blood alliance first." He suggested.

"this is okay too."

"Since you want to prevent him from getting the mask, why not simply eliminate his gang members?" the blond man in black robe said calmly.

Although several people said nothing about Wellington's nuclear retaliation, it did not mean that they would really give up this method. It's just that a nuclear strike is a last resort and cannot be used until the last moment. Otherwise, it will kill one thousand enemies and damage oneself eight hundred. The lethality of that is too terrifying.

"Both Hosiman and Dam only have upper-level strength. We can easily deal with these two if we are careful."

"Then the other party will also learn this trick from us?" The female dead disciple frowned.

"We can lead him into an ambush. Isn't he strong enough? Use a large amount of high explosives to see if we can kill him, or enough gas bombs, biochemical viruses. Thousand-degree flame spray, laser cutting. I can't do that. You can't kill him!" The blond man in black robe had a calm expression, but his words clearly surprised even Wellington. These tricks were almost all used to deal with Garen in a human way. And this man is obviously very familiar with human technology.

"It seems that your human economic group has influenced you too deeply." Hongyue said calmly from the side. "Once this method is used, don't you think they will use these methods against us? You must know that the number of humans is far greater than ours."

"This is war, and war should be fought with all possible means." The blond man in black robe said calmly.

"I agree." Wellington raised his hand, "Let's vote by a show of hands."

Two hands were raised. The female dead disciple hesitated for a moment, then raised her hands.

Hong Yue was indifferent.

"It's up to you. We, the Ming Party, will not participate." He patted the armrest of the seat and slowly disappeared from the seat.

At the same time, all representatives of the Ming Party who received the reminder also left the meeting.

"Even without them, we can easily contain the Holy Fist Palace." The blond man in black robe looked calm.

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Asia Falweder Mountains.

The whitish brown mountains at the top are like a giant brown python lying between Asia and Europe, completely dividing the two regions.

Surrounding this mountain range are dozens of small countries in close proximity.

One of the small countries is Casarne.

Kasar is a small Buddhist country with a population of no more than 20 million and only five cities including the capital. The vast majority of them are Buddhists.

In the afternoon, the sky was slightly dark, and over Luolan Mountain, the capital of Kasar, the bells began to ring as usual.

The heavy copper bell was struck one after another, accompanied by the faint sound of chanting from the temple.

The streets of Luo Lanshan are bustling with people. From time to time, gray-black elephants pass by slowly. Women walk around wearing gauze skirts that can only cover their upper bodies. Most of them have a red mark on their eyebrows. , indicating married.

Unmarried girls have long braided hair, no marks between their eyebrows, and walk in groups of threes and twos.

From time to time, you can still see ascetics on the street. They are skinny, dark-skinned, some are bare-chested, have long hair and beards, and they look very sloppy.

Luolan Mountain is close to the largest Jialuo Temple. In a large concrete open space, some ascetics sit cross-legged on the ground, closing their eyes and muttering sutras. I don't know what kind of activities are being held.

There were many local children, girls and teenagers around, as well as foreign tourists, holding up cameras and taking pictures.

Some foreign tourists have blond hair, some have black hair, and they can show off the characteristics of any country. You can even see black people with skin as black as black coal.

One of the women, who looked like a tourist, wore large brown toad glasses, was stylishly dressed, had a curvy figure, and was wearing a beautiful black skirt. She was followed by two muscular bodyguards of men with crew cuts behind her.

She put her hands together and bowed slightly in front of the ascetics, and then selected small things at a stall selling accessories nearby, but her eyes were hidden in the direction of the Jialuo Temple on the mountain.

"It has been determined that the seventh mask is under the Buddha relic pagodas behind the Garo Temple. There should be an ancient tomb underground palace there." A man's voice, as thin as a gnat, penetrated into the woman's ears.

She nodded slightly.

"Don't worry, devout Buddhists are not allowed to enter that place, otherwise it may cause large-scale riots. Let's wait until it gets later." The woman has gorgeous blond hair. "Following the Sith Lord's orders, we'd better remove the mask without alerting anyone."

"clear."

The man's voice slowly disappeared.

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