Mysterious journey

The heavy rain was falling, as if it were pouring down, and it was almost impossible to see the scenery even a few meters away.

In a dilapidated forest, the trees were broken, and the leaves mixed with the grass were slowly dyed purple.

In the middle of the woods, a large cloud of purple mist directly enveloped an area tens of meters in radius.

AG and Tu Lan stood side by side in front of Ziwu, quietly watching the rolling fog inside. A stream of purple liquid flowed out from under their feet, flowing straight into a large cloud of purple mist.

As the purple stream flowed by, their faces became slightly pale.

"How is it?" Tu Lan asked in a low voice.

AG's entire body was soaked by the heavy rain. The rainwater flowed down his hair and face, completely soaking all his clothes. However, he didn't seem to care. He just stared at the rolling purple mist in front of him.

"We have collected various targeted poison gases for so long, and the essence and blood of our two Death Apostles have melted into suppressive power. They should be in a coma now."

"One hundred and twenty-eight kinds of poisons and hallucinogenic drugs targeted at vampires. Even I can't escape in a short time. Our witch formation should be able to complete it successfully." Tu Lan nodded. The reason why she asked was just to be more sure about the success or failure of this plan.

"I can't believe that I was originally a member of the Wellington family, but now I want to attack the patriarch of my family." She sighed.

"There is an old saying in the East, water flows to lower places and people go to higher places. The old ones should be eliminated. This is the metabolism of natural renewal." AG said matter-of-factly. "Speaking of which, are you interested in serving as the patriarch of our Lightless Alliance? So far, the only three elders of our Lightless Alliance are me, Garen, and Neisser."

"Elder?" Tu Lan thought for a moment.

Judging from the fight with the Death Apostles just now, AG is worthy of his title of Death Apostle-level wizard. His methods are weird and diverse. He actively rushes forward to fight in close quarters, and then deliberately induces the Death Apostles to disperse their formation, causing the purple mist to instantly divide the four areas. people.

Death Apostle-level wizards do have many more methods than vampires. Although they do not have the characteristics of absolute immortality, these various methods that are difficult to guard against are really troublesome.

Tu Lan was thinking and measuring, and on the black ash grassland that had long been silent on the other side, there were waves of soft footsteps slowly coming.

In the pouring rain, the footsteps were almost inaudible, but AG and Tu Lan were both top players in the world, so they naturally judged the direction immediately and looked up to where the person was.

In the heavy rain, which was like a transparent curtain, a familiar figure was slowly walking out.

He has one-eyed blond hair and a handsome face. His clothes on his upper body were completely torn, revealing the outline of his strong muscles. He was only wearing a pair of black trousers on his lower body.

"Gallon!" AG looked happy. "you win?!"

Not only him, but Tu Lan beside him also showed a hint of joy at this time. Garen's appearance clearly showed that he had won the battle with the mysterious woman just now.

"How are you doing here?" Garen glanced at the purple mist and frowned slightly when he felt a large amount of poisonous mist rolling inside.

"The top-grade psychedelic poisonous mist I concocted, those four guys should have fainted now, and their recovery ability has definitely been greatly curbed." AG said confidently. "This purple mist not only has a highly poisonous effect, but it is also the combined power of Nesera and her hundreds of witches. It has a protective effect of cutting off the air. They will never escape!"

Garen nodded and said no more. AG and Tu Lan wanted to ask him about the mysterious woman, but they didn't know how to ask.

Garen just waited quietly for the purple mist's time to end.

The combination of the blood alliance and Nadia was also one of his guesses. This was the worst guess, but he was still prepared for it, and the results showed that this was not a useless effort.

The blood alliance has made all the stops. Even mysterious strong men who don't know the details are willing to form alliances at will. It is conceivable that it has reached the point where they are desperate.

"Where's Bai?" he asked in a low voice.

"That's a good old man. Don't worry about him. As long as we don't kill the Death Apostles, he won't take the initiative. He should be recuperating in Australia now." AG replied, "He has contacted me directly. The matter of the Blood Alliance has nothing to do with him. It has nothing to do with it. It's probably these guys from the Blood Alliance who broke his heart. Hehe." He smiled lowly.

"Let's end it as soon as possible." Garen sighed, suddenly feeling a little bored. Fighting back and forth with the vampires was actually meaningless. In his eyes, the Vampires are just backward natives of this world, vulnerable to a single blow.

However, recalling the previous situation, Garen cheered up a little and remained vigilant.

After all, Nadia also used the same consensus as him to hide secret methods in the attacks of the vampire dead disciples. The dead disciple Meng Ge, whom he despised, suddenly used a method that he could not master during the interval between attacks. The method was used to hurt him in a sneak attack. Then Nadia almost succeeded in a sneak attack. If it hadn't been for the Buddha Mother to buffer his injuries, Garen would have been instantly killed at that moment.

The flaw in his soul coupled with the critical injuries between his eyebrows due to a surprise attack, without the Buddha Mother, his success might really be a failure.

Glancing at the purple mist, Garen gently raised his hand, and the shadow behind him suddenly lengthened, turning into a wisp of black energy and suddenly merged into the purple mist.

"I'll speed up the process."

The black energy flowing into the purple mist seemed to instantly add huge vitality to the purple mist.

Garen's black energy is actually to maintain the vitality of the killing hand cultivated by Hesas. He releases the vitality mixed energy of this killing hand and joins the purple mist, using the witchcraft formation transformation of Neissera and others. It became a huge amount of vitality.

In just an instant, the purple billowing mist became much denser.

Seeing such a drastic change, AG's pupils shrank slightly and then quickly covered them up. Tu Lan glanced at him calmly from the side, not sure if she noticed his expression. Once the four dead disciples of the Blood Clan are sealed and comatose, the entire Blood Alliance will have nothing to fear. The strongest force in the world will become the Lightless Alliance. At that time, power will be fought for and controlled.

With the addition of Garen, Ziwu finally quickly accelerated the process. Under the dumbfounded gazes of AG and Tu Lan, the witch formation that was originally expected to last for more than half an hour actually started gradually in just over twenty seconds. dissipate.

At the core of the purple mist is a ball of pale white mist that is constantly rolling. After the purple mist dissipates, this mist gradually falls to the ground.

Bang!

The white fog balloon exploded and disappeared without a trace in an instant. The four dead disciples who were there were all gone, leaving only a white stone tablet stuck upside down on the ground. There are extremely complex patterns of various runes flowing on the stone tablet.

"I'll do it." AG took a step forward and struck with his cane.

Immediately, the purple stream beneath his and Tu Lan's feet completely disappeared, and the black energy shot out by Garen automatically flew back for recovery.

One more meal.

The dense patterns on the stone tablet began to slowly rotate and accelerate.

One last meal.

Tsk tsk tsk! ! !

In an instant, the entire stele exploded, turning into four streaks of white gas that flew in all directions, and disappeared in the heavy rain in the blink of an eye.

"It's done." AG breathed out, "There are special suppression tombs in the four directions to suppress the essence, blood and core of a single Dead Apostle. As long as the medicine is replenished, they will not be able to wake up for thousands of years."

"The paleness is still there." Tu Lan reminded.

"With Lord Garen here, being pale has no meaning." AG laughed. "Thanks to Mr. Garen for beating these four dead disciples to a severely injured state this time, otherwise we would not have solved the suppression so easily."

"Forget it, let's go back." Garen showed no joy. He turned around and walked towards the heavy rain. The sound of engines gradually came from the distance. It was obvious that the troops from the Holy Fist Palace were rushing in.

AG and Tu Lan looked at each other, feeling a little weird. Defeating the vampires and completely suppressing them would be a great thing, but Gallon looked completely uninterested.

No matter what, AG's heart was still filled with joy. The long-standing vengeance was avenged, and the knot in his heart was suddenly resolved, which made him feel indescribably happy.

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In just a few days, the battle between the Lightless Alliance and the Blood Alliance spread throughout the world to high-level officials in major countries on all continents.

As the managers originally under the control of the Blood Alliance, the senior officials of the major countries saw the direction of the trend and turned to the Aluminum Alliance. For a time, under the attack of a large number of various propaganda, the Blood Tribe became a completely negative force. Some of the previous various All other incidents were blamed on the vampires, in order to guide the unknown masses of ordinary people.

A week later, the United Nations urgently issued an important epidemic plan for blood-sucking mania, classifying all vampires, including vampires, as having blood-sucking mania syndrome. And publicize the characteristics of people with this disease around the world. It also requires countries to carry out high-level quarantine to prevent patients from causing social unrest.

According to the characteristics of the disease issued by the United Nations, the most important thing about blood-sucking mania syndrome is that the face turns pale, the eyes become red when angry, and the blood must be sucked every once in a while. It is a psychosomatic syndrome caused by mental problems and the assumption that one is a vampire.

For a time, the Wuguang League of the Holy Fist Palace sent people everywhere to cooperate with the government in arresting 'vampire patients' everywhere. The headquarters of the Blood Alliance was found by the Holy Fist Palace almost immediately. Tu Lan rode you to lead the team and killed some die-hards. , completely gathering a large number of the old blood clan of the Ming Party, and most of the radical secret parties were secretly executed. The world situation is becoming more and more stable.

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Standing on the top floor of a tall building, the night breeze blew Garen's hair back.

He was holding a cup of freshly brewed green tea, which was still steaming, and stood on the edge of the fence, overlooking the entire Washington night scene.

The U.S. Capitol Building in the distance looks like an upside-down half-cut cucumber, giving people an inexplicable sense of joy. Under the sweeping lights at night, the entire parliament building was a white gold color.

There are densely packed buildings with tiny light spots all around the building, like fine sand in the desert. It’s hard to count how many lights there are, red, yellow, white, blue and other colorful lights intertwined together, with more or less in the middle. Few black shadows.

Between the high-rise buildings in the city, you can vaguely see the traffic flow like a golden river, flowing slowly and steadily, as if it is the blood of the entire city.

Garen took a sip of green tea with sugar and looked at the huge city below.

"What are your plans for the future?" He asked in a low voice, using very standard Spanish.