Mysterious journey

Garon pulled out his arm from the wall.

"What do you want to say?"

He was completely unaware of the source and nature of the opponent's power, and it seemed to appear out of thin air. This made him slightly wary. This so-called ancestral power seemed to be extremely mysterious. He was considering whether to study it carefully and explore it carefully before dealing with it.

"How about we join forces?" The old man suddenly said something that shocked Garen.

laugh!

On the right side of his old face, a blood hole suddenly opened, and black blood splashed out from the wound. It did not flow out slowly, but splashed, as if spraying, and a stream of blood fell on the ground.

Then something strange happened. The blood on the ground squirmed like a living thing. It turned into a black line like an insect and quickly crawled back to the old man's feet, along his legs, and soon crawled back to the wound on his face. , drill in again, and the wound will heal automatically.

Although Garen was not injured at all, and the cost of the secret technique used was not important to him, in comparison, the opponent's method was unknown. This may also be an opportunity to understand the witchcraft of this world.

It's not like he never thought about finding out about Raphael, but in fact Raphael was too close to his family.

This world rarely gave him a sense of peace, and he didn't want to destroy it casually. In addition, I did not attach much importance to the so-called witchcraft in the past, but now it seems that it has some effects unexpectedly, and it should arouse some vigilance.

"Join forces? Since we join forces, there must be enemies, right?" Garen's figure quickly shrank and returned to its original size. The clothes on his body were only a little messy, and he looked like a young man who was casually out for an outing.

"Vampire." A trace of black flashed in the old man's eyes. "Two hundred years ago, they besieged and killed me. My descendants buried my divided body in the mausoleum they built, absorbing the power of the universe and resurrecting it. It was not until a few decades ago that I was inadvertently awakened by adventurers."

"Resurrection." Garen's eyes flickered, "You said you can be resurrected? What is the price of such a resurrection? The vampires have little to do with me, otherwise I wouldn't have to join forces with you for a trivial matter."

"Unfortunately, the resurrection technique can only be used on powerful people who are favored by the ancestors. You are not on the same path as us and cannot be used." The old man shook his head. "As for the Vampires, the Vampires have little to do with you?" He suddenly laughed, and the dry and somewhat sarcastic laughter seemed extremely weird in the tunnel and cave.

"Why are you laughing?" Garen's expression darkened.

"You have hallucination traces of the vampire mark on your body. You don't know?" Although the old man's laughter stopped, he still smiled.

"A high-level vampire has stained your body with this hallucination mark. Depending on your level, you might even be at the Death Apostle level." The old man said with a smile. "To put it simply, you should have been targeted by a certain extremely powerful vampire. They hunt everywhere for the best blood bank with strong physiques and perfect wills. Unfortunately, you have been selected by a certain Death Apostle."

Garen's face turned cold.

He recalled the strange and strange dream he had had a few days ago. He had never had such a dream. His powerful will and soul were enough to completely control all the reactions of his body.

But that dream was beyond his imagination and expectation.

"They have regarded you as the best blood food. Vampires can also obtain magical and mysterious powers through mysterious blood. Even we have no way of knowing what their power is. The abilities of every high-level Vampire, even the Dead Apostles, are They are mysterious and powerful." The old man said simply, "But unlike other wizards, I know a little bit about them. For example, they usually use dreams to seduce and intimidate, or even control their prey."

Garen's pupils shrank slightly.

"Dream." A series of explosions sounded involuntarily all over his body. His muscles and joints seemed to have countless small bombs inside. The dull and terrifying explosions continued to sound, connecting together.

"I am now so weak that my strength is not even half of what I was at my peak. I can see that there is a huge power of life hidden in you. That power is in your hands. Those hands seem to have some kind of evil power. , maybe this is the real reason why the vampire hasn't attacked you yet, maybe he is also afraid." The old man explained.

Garen closed his eyes for a moment.

Only then did he open his eyes again.

"It seems that I do need to learn more about the world of vampires."

The old man opposite suddenly showed a happy smile.

"You made a wise decision."

boom! !

There was a sudden explosion.

Behind the two of them, an invisible distortion exploded behind Garen, as if a huge vortex was created in the air, with several black spots suddenly appearing in it.

The black spots are getting bigger and bigger.

puff!

A black mass was squeezed out by the vortex and fell to the ground.

This black thing is clearly three people hugging each other.

Daryl, Rosdam, and Cohen. The three of them were twisted into a ball, with confused eyes and foaming at the mouth.

But the strange thing is that a faint black halo appears on them.

"Where are the pages?" The old man took a step forward and asked in a deep voice, "Tell me, where are the pages?"

The three of them looked confused, as if they didn't understand what he meant. The black light blooming from their bodies blocked the old man from getting any closer.

Garen crossed his arms and walked to the back to watch indifferently.

When he found out that he actually had the mark of a vampire on his body, his main concern now was not what page in the book, but how to find the vampire who marked him.

He was completely unfamiliar with this power system and didn't even know how the other party marked him. This is the key.

laugh! !

Suddenly there was an electric blast.

The mysterious old man withdrew his right hand, and a trace of black smoke was rising from the tips of his skinny fingers. The finger had just been withdrawn from the air two meters away from the three of them.

"What's going on now?" Garen frowned. He couldn't understand this guy's movements at all.

"They left." The old man also frowned. "They used the essence of their power to get out of here."

Garen was confused and looked at the three people huddled together on the ground. "Aren't they still here?" He saw the empty confusion in the eyes of the three people, and seemed to realize something. "You mean their consciousness left their body?"

"Yes." The old man nodded, "They are relying on this method to avoid my search."

"What's the use of this? Their bodies are under our care and they will come back sooner or later." Garen asked calmly.

"That's not the case." The old man shook his head. "They can completely pull their bodies over in an instant from a very far distance. As long as they are willing, it is not difficult to even rebuild a body."

"What on earth is this?" Garen didn't understand the power of these witch doctors and wizards at all.

The old man glanced at him, "On our road, you are not even an apprentice. It's normal not to understand." He turned back and continued to stare at the three bodies on the ground, "If you like, I can serve as a companion. You pass on my knowledge, if you want to understand?”

"Are you willing to impart knowledge to me?" Garen has never thought that such a powerful and mysterious thing should be kept strictly in the heart? It is impossible to pass on the teaching without many tests. Why is this guy imparting knowledge on causes so casually?

"It doesn't matter." The old man smiled, "Because our knowledge has always been full of dangers and is an endless exploration of the universe. Even if you know how to do it, you still have to cooperate wholeheartedly, believe, and trust, so just knowing How you do it doesn’t make much sense, truly controlling your own heart is the biggest fundamental.”

"What you said caused me a lot of doubts." Garen whispered. "Well, I hope to learn knowledge from you after this. Maybe this ancient knowledge will have a good effect on me."

The old man smiled kindly at him and said, "My name is AG, you can just call me AG. We will still have a long time in the future, so let's deal with these guys who steal the pages first."

The two stopped causing disputes. Garen took out the walkie-talkie, looked at the signal, and ignored the old man's actions, but began to contact the rest of his men.

"Angie, where's the bald head?"

"The boss is stuck in a deep ditch nearby and is trying to drag the car out." A female voice came out immediately from the intercom.

"Are you and Kachu together?"

"Yes."

"Take your people and come to my location. Be careful that the underground soil may collapse. Remember to bring heavy firearms and surveillance equipment."

"clear."

Turn off the walkie-talkie, this woman Anji and Kaqiu are both the top elites in the Nighthawk group, and they are also masters of the secret technique of projection. With their strength, combined with monitoring equipment, they can accurately monitor this area with a radius of more than a kilometer.

At this time, the mysterious old man AG walked up to the three of them and sat down cross-legged. He put the crutches on his knees, clasped his hands together, and his whole body began to slowly tremble like an epileptic.

Garen didn't know what he was going to do, but he could feel that an invisible wave was emanating from his body, and it was constantly gathering towards the three of them.

"I'm leaving too to track them. I hope you can help me guard the body here." The old man AG turned back and said to Garen.

"No problem." Garen nodded.

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man's eyes suddenly lost their sparkle and dimmed instantly, like gems that had fallen away.

Garen frowned and walked around the four people. He didn't find any strange phenomena around them, and everything returned to calm and tranquility.

Time passed by, and Garen waited quietly. His body exuded a strong aura. Although it was not real aura, it also attracted the old tree bugs around him to not dare to approach.

I don’t know how long it took.

"ah!!"

A sharp cry suddenly sounded.

Cohen and the other three jumped up suddenly and wanted to run towards the stone wall.

Garen reacted and stepped on it with the sole of his foot.

Bang! He shot out and held down Daryl's neck, slamming him against the wall.

coax!

There was a huge earthquake, and Daryl foamed at the mouth and fainted.

The other two people, Rosdam and Cohen, were so frightened that they trembled all over. They stayed in place and watched Garen without daring to make any more unnecessary movements.

Their faces were pale, not the kind of frightened paleness, but white as if there was not much blood at all. It seemed as if he had experienced something extremely terrifying just a moment ago.

At this moment, the old man AG slowly woke up.

He picked up the crutches, coughed heavily, and got up from the ground.

"Hand over the pages, they are mine!" he said in a low voice. His eyes stared at the two of them, like shining pearls in the night.

When the two of them saw Garen and the old man standing together without any sign of fighting, their expressions suddenly turned uglier.

"What do you want? We have hidden the pages in a place where no one can find them."

Rosdam said loudly.

"You stole it from my underground palace and passed it down for so many years as your so-called ancestral possession! This is shameful theft!" AG said fiercely. "Fate led me to you. Come on, hand it over, and I can consider whether to let you go."