"I don't know, my brother has been mysterious since he was a child, and even his parents don't know what he's been doing all day, but he is getting better and better. Vivien didn't care much about this, she began to have a sense of blind admiration for her brother and Arisha, especially this time when she was rescued from the moment of life and death, she unconsciously regarded Garon as her greatest dependence.

Rhodes nodded, in fact, Garon's information is very simple, but it is precisely because of this simplicity that it seems mysterious. Those who have investigated him know his history, but no one understands how he learned those terrifying killing techniques.

"Forget it, I don't want to do so much, anyway, all my worth is pressed here, so let the eldest brother do these things. Rod smiled.

"Who do you call Big Brother?"

Bang!

Vivien punched Rod in the lower abdomen and said with a vicious expression.

"I was wrong, I was wrong," Rhodes quickly begged for mercy, clutching his stomach and fleeing.

Inside the restaurant

Garon and Nesera sat opposite each other. The table had been cleaned up, and two cups of steaming milk coffee were served.

The aroma of coffee mixed with milk permeates the restaurant, diluting the aroma of the dishes that have not yet dissipated.

"As the leader of the Dark Witches, what did you come to me for?" Garon glanced at the floor of the restaurant around him, and he didn't know when the floor was filled with a circle of thin black lines, just forming a complete circle, wrapping the two of them sitting. He felt as if there was an inexplicable protective film of energy enveloping the place, isolating the transmission of sound.

The relationship between Nethera and Garon has always been extremely bad, and the first meeting was not stopped by AG in time. The two may have fought directly, and the next two meetings gradually eased up a little, but the relationship still did not improve.

As an old lover of AG, Nethera is a natural energy absorber, and the leader of the orthodox witch antithesis organization, the Dark Witch. Although it has been suppressed by the power of the Mother Lion, it still has extremely strong strength and power, and the physique of the energy absorber has an indescribable suppression of extraordinary power.

"If it hadn't been for the AG who had arranged for me to come over. There are currently a shortage of people, you think I want to come?" said Nethera impatiently. She pulled out a small black medallion from her bosom and threw it over. "This is a token, a token that has entered the scope of the witchcraft, don't lose it. Otherwise, even if you are a Dead Apostle, you will have to be blocked alive for two hours. ”

Garon took the medal. Picked it up and looked at it, the black triangular medallion, neutral with a dark purple beetle, looked vivid, he played with the leg of the beetle, the insect actually moved, this medal was actually made of live beetle.

"We have formed the Shameless Alliance, and this medal is the highest status symbol. Now there are only three of us wearing the medal, representing the offensive and defensive alliance. When there was trouble, the other two sides sent out a force to support. No problem, right?" explained Nethera with a frown.

"Absolutely. Garon nodded, and as soon as he finished speaking, there was a faint crisp sound on the badge. The beetle child's moving legs suddenly stopped.

"The contract was made. ”

Garon didn't care either, no matter how strong he was, there was only one person, and AG had helped him a few times, and the sincerity he showed was indeed not a fake, and such an exchange was normal, anyway, he didn't like the blood clan very much.

Speaking of which, the two worlds before him were also like this, and he did not refuse the strength that might join forces to strengthen his own power. Garon suddenly thought for a moment. Perhaps this is the way to achieve the goal, regardless of the means, whether it is the growth of one's own strength, or the joint alliance of others that is brought about by it, as long as it does not delay one's own growth time, it is that those who come will not refuse.

What if I change this way? It's determined by my mind, and it also reveals my own personality and habits.

Garon's thoughts flickered.

"Are you listening to me?!" Nesera's unpleasant voice came into his ears.

"Of course. Garon came back to his senses.

"It's been a month since the operation, and it will take some time for the Wellington family to draw up their own strength, and several of their median inquisitors are on missions or vacations with foreign enemies, and it is impossible for these inefficient family bloodlines to be mobilized for no reason. A hint of contempt crossed Nesera's lips as she spoke.

She was always so proud, her mouth was always poisonous, and she couldn't seem to see all the people she didn't approve of.

In fact, apart from the Dead Apostle level, there are only a few people in the world who can enter her eyes, including AG and Garon.

"All we want is for all of their people to be there, otherwise wouldn't it be too much trouble to look for them one by one?" Nesera said casually.

"The details of the operation. ”

"We will dispatch two people in the upper position, twenty people in the middle position, and the rest are up to you. Your main objective is to destroy the Silver Golem of House Wellington. It was a barrier of reality that Wellington had set up with his own hands, and could only be destroyed by sheer physical force. Nethera explained.

"I'll leave that to me. Garon nodded.

He is a member of the AG terror plan, AG this guy, the entire blood clan is the object of revenge, he is cultivating a kind of terrifying gene monster that is completely against the blood clan, based on his hundreds of years of knowledge, a large number of blood clan flesh ashes as food, this monster has been cultivated to the initial stage, it cost nearly three hundred vampires, dozens of flesh and blood ashes of the lower blood clan.

AG named this monster 'Matsuri'.

"That's all there is to it, the details AG will inform you personally. By the way, a thousand-year-old blood family, the savings are very considerable, and there will be fewer people going when the time comes, don't blame me for not reminding you. With a cold word, Nethera got up and strode away.

The strange thing is that when she walked to the door of the confinement, she suddenly disappeared slowly, completely disappeared, and seemed to be shuttling through the door.

Garon withdrew his gaze and toyed with the Beetle Medal in his hand.

Somewhere in the Wellington family's stronghold, on the edge of a bath.

"We received information. The Dark Witch Society seems to have their sights on us. ”

A seductive woman with waist-length fiery red hair whispered, draped in loose black silk pajamas that revealed her naked body beneath. Lying lazily on an oriental white hand-woven rattan chair.

"The Dark Witches? What does this matter to them? These guys are notorious. To do everything for the sake of strength, there is no principle and no lower limit. "The fool at the edge of the blue water of the bath, leaning on a blue-haired figure with a handsome and beautiful face, and even some men and women. Her voice is crisp and neutral, with a vague heaving on her chest, but an Adam's apple in her throat.

"Who knows? Anyway, I got the news through the channel, and I don't know what the crazy people in Lu Dao are doing with us. The red-haired woman straightened up on one leg. One hand removes a cigarette stick from the small table next to it, puts a delicate black cigarette butt on it, and fills it with shredded tobacco. She wiped it with one hand. Suddenly, a flash of fire flashed, and the smoke suddenly burned, and wisps of white smoke came out.

Sizzle

The woman took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled a puff of smoke. The white smoke twists and turns in the air. After a while, it turned into a slender little snake, and after surviving around the woman, it slowly disappeared.

"This kind of life is really comfortable," the woman groaned, looking even lazier, "I didn't approve of jumping around with parties in the first place, it's too troublesome, what's the difference between the Ming Party and the secret party? ”

"You can't say that. The blue-haired man in the water retorted, "Lord Castin is strong enough. But his heart is too soft, and he is not a real person suitable to lead my bloodline to great causes. ”

"Say. What are you going to do after you compete and crush the Ming Party?" the red-haired woman asked.

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

"And what about after mastering the power and power?"

"I can live a better life!" the blue-haired man gave her a speechless look.

"Are you not having a good life now?" the red-haired woman yawned, "no one cares, no one cares, you can do whatever you want, good food, good fun, good drink, nothing you have experienced." I think life is pretty good now."

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

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

"I can't make sense with you, Tulan. The blue-haired man was helpless.

"I just can't make sense of you. The red-haired woman Tu Lan replied lazily, "We are already on the top, with thousands or even more years of life, what else can not be enjoyed, forget it, don't talk about this, you still think carefully about how to deal with the dark witch club for a while, I feel that it may not be easy to deal with this time." ”

"You're saying they might do it? No, we've got Lord Wellington in charge. ”

"Who knows what those madmen will do?" Tu Lan narrowed her eyes and prepared to go to bed again.

To tell the truth, as a high-ranking blood clan who has witnessed too many rises and falls, she has lived for almost 4,000 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 historic Normandy landings. When Germany declared defeat, she was part of the delegation of the victorious powers.

Victory, defeat, what's the point of this? No matter how strong the victor is, he can't withstand the passage of time, and the blood clan has stood at the pinnacle of victory from the beginning, and on this basis, he still has nothing to do to find trouble in his own civil war, what is that not a fool?

Even if all the blood of the Wellington family died in front of her, it was just a change of place to continue to live and continue to enjoy, and there were very few things that could give her a little stimulation now, as the third terrifying existence in the upper blood clan, even if she added the Dead Apostles, she was also ranked seventh in the world.

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

At the pinnacle of the top, she has achieved thousands of years, and now once she breaks through, she may become a new Dead Apostle. Looking at those who were struggling to break through and still unable to improve, she sometimes imagined that perhaps it was this radical and lustful mentality that stopped them from moving forward.

"Alas, it's boring" (to be continued......)