Mysterious journey

There was no rest for a week in a row, and they were 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, and quickly retreated and applied various slowing effects to him. They did not make direct contact with him at all, but used various long-range means. Constant pursuit.

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 in all directions, 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 tactics to design traps, land mines, inject highly poisonous animals in advance, hallucinogenic gas, and violently bombarded with various powerful military weapons.

In this case, let alone him, even the veteran Dead 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 started to fight, veins appeared on his face, and he laughed out loud, counting wildly on his chest with his hands.

"Tiangang Balie!!"

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 Hosiman's shoulder. That kind of momentum was like a giant hammer that wanted to smash him into a pulp.

Hossiman hurriedly raised his arms and swept around.

"Secret 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 complete 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, he 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 smashed the air blade hard, and then hit Hosiman's shoulder. The huge impact hit him, breaking the bones with a crisp click.

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

ah! ! ! !

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

However, Horseman'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 looked at the remaining Quentin coldly.

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

"What about me?"

A beautiful female voice suddenly sounded from behind Hosiman.

He turned back 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.

Gallon 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 General 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 tactics and trying to capture Hossiman alive now seem to be working well. They have successfully reduced Hossiman's strength to a respectable level."

"Approximately what level is it?"

"It should be barely the strength of a superior, but with distractions and having to be alert to the threats all around, it should have reached its weakest level." The black officer replied in a deep voice.

"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 hunch that this time when he came out to hunt down Hosiman and retrieve 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 felt a slight sense of urgency in his heart.

‘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, knowing that Garen was right.

If the soul guide is not recovered, Garen will leave a fatal flaw. If he recovers it, he must come out and kill Hosiman himself. It’s an either/or situation, there’s 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.

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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. A large number of human vampires were killed one after another. The army launched a suppression campaign, and the number of casualties rose sharply. The senior members of the Blood Alliance mobilized at least three-digit official members of the Blood Clan to attack all branches of the Holy Fist Palace.

This also means that the Blood Tribe and the Holy Fist Palace have officially started a full-scale war. The battlefield is mainly concentrated in the United States. It is claimed that the jihad is launched by internal terrorists in the United States, and the military is doing its best 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 Dead 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. An amazing feeling.

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

Although he had been mentally prepared, he still felt uncertain about the threat when faced with this terrifying Death Apostle-level vampire who practiced Huanlou Fist.

"You really think so highly of me that even Master Tulan took action personally." 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 happens that I broke through not too long ago. Let's have a fair fight between the two of us and no one else will interfere. How about that?"

A fair fight?

Horseman almost burst into anger. He looked at himself and saw bruises all over his body. He had just broken through the Water Bird Fist and reached the Death Apostle level. He was hunted down by all kinds of people before he stabilized. He fled for thousands of miles. Now he hasn't had any rest for a week. Just now he had another A fight with Sedon, who had unleashed his potential, added injury to injury. It was considered 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 heading 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 slightly black mask directly from the tattered clothes on his body.

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 is this? 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. Those 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 sound 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 people who suddenly appeared.

The operations captain's heart sank, and he looked directly at Commander Quentin, waiting for her order. These soldiers are all selected elite special forces. Even when faced with such a strange situation, they did not lose their composure at all. They suppressed their uneasiness and waited for the commander's 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. The apparent identities of the two men were also recognized.

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

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

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

"No rush, just wait." The blond man's Dead Apostle smiled, seemingly not seeing the guns aimed at them all around. "Gallon will be here soon."

Compared to the Death Apostle-level Hossiman, who was so embarrassed, as vampire Death Apostles, their immortality completely made them invincible. Although Hosiman possesses Death Apostle-level survival and combat abilities, he is still only a human being and still lacks the most powerful ability of a Vampire Death Apostle—immortality. .