Mystical Journey

Chapter 740 - Clue 4

Chapter 740: Clue 4

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Take cover!!” Xander shouted at the top of his lungs, and two of his subordinates immediately moved; they rolled on the ground and hid behind a pillar to avoid being shot.

Although he was a very powerful Martial Adept, he was a non-defense martial adept type as he practiced the Waterbird Fist Technique. Hence it was only natural that he was defenseless against the threat of human weaponry.

On the other hand, it was completely different to those who practiced the White Cloud Secret Technique. Although they were not as fast, they were the best meat shield in this situation. There was a practitioner that practiced the White Cloud Secret Technique who, other than having natural talent, had a strange bodily characteristic as well. After reaching the second tier, he had a much higher defense than others in the same level.

They had once tried an experiment where they used a rather weak handgun and shot his stomach at point-blank range. The result was surprising as he barely even bled. If he were the one who had been shot by the anti-equipment rifle which had pierced through a layer of obstacles, the power of it hitting onto him would be almost the same as him being shot by a handgun at point-blank range.

The special police officers took cover but they didn’t know where the bullet was shot from.

Soon the special forces stationed just below the building started to surround the suspected buildings nearby.

With the support of the military and government, America was basically under the representation of the Holy Fist Palace. The majority of the Blood Breed’s strength had either moved out of America or were directly under the Holy Fist Palace. As the conflict between the Blood Breeds and normal humans kept increasing, both Blood Breeds and the neutral standing hidden Blood Breeds were all forced into the light. The majority of the neutral standing Blood Breeds joined the Holy Fist Palace and became a part of them in order to continue living their peaceful life.

Soon, the gunners sent by the Bailey Group had been captured by the Holy Fist Palace’s Blood Breeds and was sent directly to Xander for interrogation.

With the Blood Breed’s hypnosis on humans, the killer soon revealed his mission’s objective.

Never in Kabb’s mind would he have expected that the Blood Breeds would enter the Holy Fist Palace, as his killers had revealed everything under hypnosis.

Two hours later...

Kabb and Medis, who were hidden in a certain basement in Los Angeles, were personally captured by Hochman himself and soon on their way to the Holy Fist Palace for their impending punishment.

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“Tell me, where’s the mask?” Garen stared calmly at the already kneeling Kabb and Medis. Both of them looked very drained and exhausted as if they’d experienced a lot of pain on their way there.

“I have a lot of ways to make you guys speak but I’ll be merciful since I’ve interacted with you people in the past.”

Garen said with a very straight face.

“The mask is indeed in my possession. Furthermore, I know where the remaining masks are too,” Kabb answered calmly. “However, I have a condition.”

“You do not have the right to negotiate any condition.”

Garen closed his eyes, stood up and walked to the small door on his right.

“Kill him.”

Hochman’s pupil immediately shrunk as he didn’t even notice that a blue figure had appeared beside Kabb and Medis, who were literally just beside him.

It was Tu Lan in a blue dress. Her hair was as red as blood as they flowed around her shoulders. Her eyes were giving off a rather mysterious and seducing beauty.

Kabb and Medis, who were half kneeling, had expected that Garen would try to make concessions in order to gain advantages for future negotiations. However, they only realized that he didn’t even care when Garen had left the room!

With the sudden appearance of a blue-dressed woman, both of them had started to panic for real.

His actions were completely illogical!

Didn’t negotiation mean that both parties should take a step back and reach a point of agreement? Why did he just flip everything right at the very beginning?

“Tell me everything you know about the Sleepless Faces,” it was as if Tu Lan’s eyes were filled with a lethal spell as she easily absorbed both of their consciousnesses.

In an instant, both of them immediately turned limp.

No matter how much times Hochman witnessed it, the admiration kept lingering in him. Tu Lan’s hypnosis far surpassed any typical Blood Breeds. He felt that this power was too much even though he wasn’t the target.

A few minutes later...

With a relieved look on her face, Tu Lan walked towards Garen, who was watering the plants in the greenhouse.

She then reported everything she had extracted from Kabb and Medis to Garen.

“The Sleepless Faces is able to grant immortality? It can create the Original Blood Breed?” Garen was stunned.

“This is what I found out according to Kabb. It is also the reason why he had been secretly trying to obtain the Sleepless Faces. Unfortunately, he doesn’t have the strength and confidence. It is very impressive that he, as a commoner, is able to get his hand on one mask,” Tu Lan sighed.

Garen pondered for a moment as he reached out his hand and gently picked a newly bloomed white rose. He then gently placed it under his nose as he admired the fragrance.

He glanced at Tu Lan and realized that she seemed hesitant, as though she wanted to ask something.

“You can speak what’s on your mind.”

Tu Lan hesitated for a moment but she eventually opened her mouth.

“Since you don’t know the purpose of this mask, why are you collecting them?”

“I have my own reason. You don’t need to know about this,” Garen smiled.

“Is it because of the mysterious energy it contains?” Tu Lan asked softly.

“Oh? You know about it?” Garen was surprised to hear that.

Only the founders of the Black Uniforms knew that antiques contained mysterious powers. As the higher-ups of the Black Uniforms had dispersed, it was no longer a secret and it wasn’t strange that Tu Lan knew about this.

Garen didn’t care if people knew about it, as his natural ability was something no one can replicate.

He was able to absorb this energy and channel it into himself to increase his abilities. This was indeed a very powerful skill. However, he wasn’t the only one who possessed this glitch-like ability, regardless of whether it was the Secret Technique world or the Totem world. For example, there was White Bird Holy Fist Palosa and his ridiculous 99 Acute Airholes. However, these were all unimportant, as what determined the victor of the battle was perseverance during the battle itself.

It didn’t matter if it was him, Sylphalan or Pasola. They represented the peak of their generations and was the representative of generation after generation.

They weren’t people who could be simply described as having natural talent.

Without the will to focus and achieve their goals, it would’ve been impossible for them to reach that far.

As Tu Lan stared at Garen from the side, she suddenly felt that this man was very mysterious, even more than a Death Apostle.

A mere human who lived for about twenty years had reached such height in terms of power. It was as if he knew everything since young and could master everything without any guidance. Furthermore, his gaze didn’t fit a twenty-year-old youngster at all but resembled that of a very experienced old man.

“If the Original Blood Breed story is real, the other Death Apostles will not allow you to live.”

The Death Apostles who were used to standing at the top would never allow Garen, who resembled dark clouds that would engulf all high ranking Blood Breeds and was a person who stood above everyone else just like Ashen, to live.

“The conflict between us and the Old Generations Blood Breed cannot be avoided,” Garen laughed as if he wasn’t worried at all. “But what about it? No one can stop me, including Ashen.”

He kept recalling the life he’d lived in this world. He wasn’t sure why, but he had been recollecting the days he had here.

However, he wasn’t rejecting his memories of being born and the life he had with Rafaelle in a small town when he was young.

“I may be out for a few days. You’ll be in charge of the Holy Fist Palace until then,” Garen said all of the sudden.

“Aren’t you afraid of the Death Apostles ambushing you?” Garen was stunned. “I won’t be able to stop them. Wellington probably hates you to the core and would strike at any given opportunity.”

“It’s not in Ashen’s personality to act like that, but you should take caution against the other two Death Apostles,” Garen started frowning as well. This was indeed a problem since the masks might force the Old Generation Blood Breed to stand against him. Excluding Ashen, the remaining two Death Apostles might team up and it would be very troublesome once they do. Tu Lan alone would be helpless against them as she had just become a Death Apostle not long ago.

The Holy Fist Palace had now become the mental icon of humans fighting against the Old Generation Blood Breeds. Hence, they couldn’t afford to be embroiled in trouble as a lot of important big shots from America had gathered in this place. Its influence was immense and strong. It would be unimaginable if the Old Generation Blood Breeds successfully attacked this place.

“Do you have any news from AG?” Garen changed the topic.

“No. However I heard that there was a rare glacier earthquake at the south pole where AG had locked himself away from the world. AG’s location is unknown after the large-scale glacier collapse, and we could only determine AG is still alive by using a weak positioning communication device,” Tu Lan was very determined in following Garen permanently. With her lazy personality, she didn’t want to leave at all as she got to learn Secret Techniques and become stronger.

Garen only planned to visit Raffaele. If possible, he wished to take her and her family members in so that the Blood Breeds would not take her in as a hostage after discovering their relationship.

However now that he looked at it, he was completely chained at the Holy Fist Palace.

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In the small Grano town.

Inside a black villa at the center of the small town.

The main hall was completely dark. There was no light but rows of lit candles had been placed on the ground in circles all around the whole main hall.

The yellow candlelight wobbled about as it lit up the situation inside the main hall.

There were three beautiful girls dressed in white dresses and had white wreaths upon their heads. Under the witness of a huge group of black-shirted witches, the three ladies carried triangular silver accessories as they quietly walked towards the grey sculpture in front of them.

The golden-haired woman who walked at the front was Grano’s youngest and most talented witch — Raffaele.

As she walked at the front, her expression was strict while she approached the female figure sculpture. She then stabbed her left index finger with the silver triangular accessories.

Pop!

Drops of fresh blood started to drip into the black basin in front of the sculpture. /

“Great Lion Mother, please accept Grano’s most attractive corolla as the purest gift to you,” Rafaelle’s grandmother started singing loudly as she raised her wooden crutches high.