A country road in the English countryside.

On the lawn on the slope of the roadside, a staggering man covered his chest with a pale face and kept moving forward on the grass.

With each step, yellow and black bullets squeezed out between his fingers on his chest, and these bullets fell to the ground and on the grass, but there was not the slightest trace of blood.

The wound between the man's fingers was only a red slit that resembled a mouth, and every once in a while bullets were spat out.

The scorching sun shone down, and the man's skin became more and more pale, and he could clearly see that there was a red moon-like scar on his eyebrows.

From time to time, he looked back behind him, as if he was worried that someone would chase him.

His lips were chapped and crusted, like someone who hadn't drunk water in a long time.

Snort!

In an instant, three black shadows appeared around him, enveloping him in a triangular shape.

The faces of the three black shadows were not visible, it seemed to be three men wearing black cloaks, and the light was a little blurry around them.

Without a sound or words, three black shadows appeared, and they flew towards the man in the middle, like three black lightning bolts, but they didn't make the slightest sound.

With the same snort, the body of the man in the middle blurred, disappeared directly in place, and with a flicker, it appeared dozens of meters away in the distance.

But the three black shadows just stood in their original position, leaning their bodies, and then fell to the ground with a puff, turning into three black ashes, and even their clothes were completely ashed.

Glancing at the ashes of the three people on the ground. The man coughed a few times.

"Murder Lord Red Moon, you people all deserve to die! If it weren't for the blockade of the Blood Alliance, Lord Pale would definitely have people from the secret party around him!

The man's figure soon disappeared into the woods.

on the plane

Garon fell into deep contemplation.

His Killing Hand Mi Wu is a top-level secret weapon derived from the Guyindo Demon King, and has a powerful ability to absorb life. This ability also has a strong lethality against ordinary blood clans, but I don't know if it has any effect on the blood clan of the Death Apostle level.

At this time, he carefully looked at his current state of secret martial arts.

'Garon Thomas.

The force is 2.8. Agility 2.7. Constitution 2.9. Intelligence 2.4. Potential: 1558%. Soul Limit 30.

Seed of the Soul: Northern Halberd Soldier Cold Flame True Water Evil Skill. ’

'Violin mastery: second, proficient level. (3 levels in total)'

'Hand of Killing: Tier 3: Blood. (There are four floors.) It can be derived and evolved to a higher level)

One of the Forty-Two Demon Kings of Guyindo, Hesas has an indescribable talent for killing, his eyes can kill souls at the touch of his eyes, and his hands are said to be able to bring all things to death, whether living or non-living.

"Fifteen potential points, if you forcibly increase the level of the Killing Hand" Garon wants to predict the effect of the calculated Killing Hand, but it's a pity. This magic skill was different from the Secret Martial Arts of Life that he had practiced before, and he couldn't predict the level after the simulation.

Garon set his sights on the Hand of Killing skill.

Suddenly, a short piece of information flashed through my mind.

'To increase the Killing Hand, you need ten potentials. ’

If it is not possible to practice another force system in a short period of time. Then choosing the evolution of the Killing Hand with unknown progress may be a good direction.

Garon finally made up his mind, and his eyes were focused on the Killing Hand.

In an instant, the icon began to blur, followed by a violent shaking.

The potential point is flying and falling down like a waterfall. From fifteen points to five points left. The five potential points that had just arrived were quickly gone. can only wait until the antiques of the Men in Black organization are fully received. Maybe there will be a new addition.

The icon of the Killing Hand quickly began to stabilize.

Soon, a new triangular icon with a black glow regrouped.

'Hand of Killing: Level 4: Carnage (Derivative Layer Formation)

The slaughter frenzy brought great pleasure to Black Sas, and his hands began to be able to snatch the souls of his enemies, passing through specific acupuncture points. After the fourth layer, the Killing Hand will be able to accumulate more and greater vitality, and form a new derivative level after it by collecting information about the practitioner itself. ’

Soul Seed has an additional buff - Cold Essence (Ice damage added to attacks, which can deal freezing damage to enemies.) Extremely resistant to icy environments)'

Garon looked carefully for a long time, but he didn't find any major changes in the killing hand on the fourth layer. It's just that the capacity to store vitality has become larger, and then the corresponding part of the secret weapon naturally emerges in my mind. Those were some unannotated acupuncture information recorded by the Killing Hand Mi Wu itself. Some of these acupuncture points are known to him, and only a few of them are what he didn't discover, all of them can be fatal, but such things are worthless to him, he has countless secret martial arts killing skills, but for such a strange existence as the Blood Clan Death Apostles, he really can't help it, if he really can't find their true bodies according to what AG said, he can't kill them, then it's really troublesome.

A little disappointed, but after all, nothing will go the way you want it to.

He was quick to ignore it, and when the battle of the Bloodlines began, he would always find an opportunity to hunt a mid-level or higher Bloodline as an experiment for his own killing hand.

At this moment, the scroll in his hand suddenly moved slightly.

Garon hurriedly opened the scroll lightly and put it at an angle that would not be seen by outsiders.

I saw that a clear line of text finally appeared on it, which was obviously written by AG.

'Red Moon, the second dead apostle of the Ming Party, escaped and disappeared with serious injuries. Perhaps you can start your first practice of the exercises. ’

'To become a true witch, dreams are the first step. ’

Next, AG began to popularize the hierarchy of wizards and witches to Garon.

It is also divided according to the corresponding division of the blood clan, the Dead Apostle level. Upper, Middle, Lower. Apprentices (vampires), they are actually divided into levels according to the level of the Bloodline they can deal with.

Until now, there was only one Dead Apostle-level witch among the wizards, the Lion Mother, and the rest of the regional leaders were only high-ranking witches, and the only known high-ranking witch was him

Male witches are actually on the verge of annihilation in history, and have been completely eliminated by the witch community.

That's why the Bloodline is so powerful. Because they have four Dead Apostles. AG wrote.

"So I'm only at the top level?" asked Garon.

'Your situation is dangerous and strange, but perhaps the strange power of your hands is what makes the Bloods fearful. So even though you don't have the slightest resistance to consciousness dreams, the other party still hasn't attacked you. You are special. However, the strength of your hands could not keep you conscious, so you were still affected by him in that dream. This shows that you are still very dangerous. Your strength is far from enough to deal with the Dead Apostles' attacks. ’

Unless you're willing to go hands-free. But that's only a temporary relief, the Dead Apostles are undead, you can't kill them. Of course, I'm not very sure what happens when you face the Dead Apostles. ’

Garon frowned.

"Now, I'm putting aside my own strength, how long will it take to learn the basics of your strength system?"

I don't know, maybe a month, maybe longer. ’

"You just said. The Second Dead Apostle named Red Moon escaped with serious injuries? Didn't it mean that they were difficult to kill? ”

Two Dead Apostles, who knew him all too well, besieged him, and I always had a definite source of information. Don't doubt it. Even the First Dead Apostle didn't know the news. But it won't be hidden for long. AG replied.

"And which faction is the Dead Apostle marking me?" Garon asked.

'Unfortunately, I don't know, but I have a guess, a very bold guess, that maybe the Dead Apostle didn't belong to any faction at all, and that his aura mark was something I had never seen before. ’

"You mean, a new Dead Apostle who has been wandering outside the two camps?"

'Maybe worse'

"And what did you mean by alliance at first, your companion?" asked Garon again.

There was a moment of silence, and then the handwriting resumed.

'The minimum requirement to become a wizard is to have an alliance of your own. It is a companion that can be trusted without barriers, and we generally believe that it is a body consciousness split from the self, but no one has studied it clearly. You can ask him questions, and he will answer all your questions, which you know instinctively, but cannot be discovered from memory. ’

Garon frowned deeply.

He doesn't like this kind of trust given to the other party without even knowing what the details are. That alliance sounds like a precursor to schizophrenia

Perhaps it is possible to study only the wizard's power system and absorb the part of it that deals with the bloodline

He began to have this idea, as long as the large number of artifacts on the side of the man in black arrived, he might have a new large number of potential points in his account, and then there would be more choices.

He had a hunch that the derivative level after the Killing Hand might surprise him. Although he couldn't figure out how it worked

As for AG's evaluation of him, he naturally won't care too much, after all, he still has a lot of things that haven't been exposed. For example, spirit

USA – Grandot Town

Night, 10:12

Aisaro and his sister Arisha were walking out of the small supermarket on the side of the road, and the car had been refueled and the gas card had been swiped.

Aisaro motioned for her sister to get in the car first, and took out her mobile phone to read the text message, the white light of the mobile phone shining on her face, which looked a little dazzling white.

In the blink of an eye, it has been several years since the sisters came to this town. She did the math, but she didn't figure it out for a moment, such a peaceful life was so comfortable that they almost forgot their old days.

"Hey, sister, there's a guy lying here!" Suddenly, the voice of her sister Arisha came from the other side of the car.

"Huh?"

Aisaro straightened his long hair with one hand and strode over.

On the other side of his white car, he saw a man lying in tatters and unconscious.

The man had no scars and blood on his body, and he looked like a vagabond.

"Sister, shall we bring him home?" Arisha seemed to be overflowing with sympathy. She has always been like this, and has a great love for poor things, whether they are people or animals.

"No, that's a man. What if he has any bad intentions?" Asaro decided to take the opportunity to educate his sister.

"Sister, are you still afraid of such a thin man?" asked Arisha, puzzled, "Didn't you use to fight five or six easily?"

Looking at his sister's pleading expression, Aisaro also sighed helplessly.

"Okay, okay, let's wait for him to go back, it's not like I haven't met before"

Neither of them noticed that the man in the coma had a red moon-like scar on his eyebrows, which was the symbol of the blood clan of Red Moon's subordinates. (To be continued......)