Mysterious journey

After the two laughed for a while, Kabu picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip.

"But speaking of which, is there any name for the identity of the Nighthawk King?"

Medis nodded.

"Since you mentioned this, I have collected information about the other party from multiple sources. From airport flight analysis to using intelligence elimination, we screened all the people who may have been the King of Nighthawks during that period. .The information obtained is a bit strange.”

"Oh? Is there anything strange?"

"Judging from the flight information, the Nighthawk King should have booked the ticket through someone else. In the Lucky Stone Bell incident, he did not have his own appearance. After comparison, we found the Nighthawk King's appearance. True identity.”

"Is it surprising?" Kabu looked at his old friend, who had always been calm and cunning, and was surprised that he would be restrained by the identity of the King of Nighthawks.

"It's indeed a bit surprising." Medis nodded, "Garon Thomas, now twenty years old, is a sophomore student at Galliville University. He is mysterious and secretive. He is the president of the Fighting Club, a fighting club on campus. His other My father is a university professor, my mother is a psychologist, and my family is the most standard of intellectuals, and they cannot be associated with violent groups."

"The more this happens, the more vigilant you must be!" Kabu paused and said, "I have seen this kind of people before. There is a family in the Italian Mafia whose patriarch is a teenage child. He looks innocent and cute. But young geniuses are cruel and ruthless, and anyone who dares to look down on them will pay a heavy price."

"I understand." Medis nodded, "Then what do we need to do?"

Kabu touched his chin.

"This King of Nighthawks, Garen, should be the key to truly controlling Nighthawks. Have you heard the rumors about Nighthawks?"

"Well, you're saying that the King of Nighthawks can completely control everyone in the entire Nighthawks by some means?"

Medis had obviously heard about it too. He thought quietly for a moment, gathered his thoughts, and continued.

"Nighthawk's growth trend is clear and visible. For other forces, it may be much vaguer, but for a large group like ours and the Original Color Group, their growth trajectory cannot be concealed. It can be said that the Bald Cards back then were Dun should have gone to Glendor, where Garen is, and then suddenly broke away from White Phoenix and established the Nighthawk organization. It is very likely that he had already been taken under Garen's command by that time."

"You said that an ordinary kid was able to control an international mercenary for so many years without the other party showing any intention of turning back. What exactly do you rely on?" Kabu asked in a low voice.

"It can also allow an ordinary mercenary to grow into a master in the mercenary world in a short period of time. In addition," Medis continued, "The fighting club that Garen joined also entered a blowout of strength not long after he joined. When it broke out, all the former fighting club leaders took Garen as their teacher and learned martial arts from him.”

Kabu tapped his knuckles on the table.

"It seems that there must be some kind of method hidden in Garen's hands that makes people become powerful quickly, whether it is Nighthawk or the Fighting Club, including himself. It is inevitable that a teenage boy can control an international mercenary organization. It has an absolutely powerful control method. Do you think, if we can find this control method and strengthen methods like ruins, can we quickly create a powerful team that is uniquely ours?"

Medis nodded solemnly.

"Probably."

"You handle this matter. Garen must have a secret! And it's not just an ordinary thing. I have a feeling that maybe we can get something good from him that we can't imagine." Kabu said seriously.

"I'll go check it out right now." Medis also understood the importance of this point and stood up. "I'll try to contact the other party first. Maybe I can get more direct information."

"Go ahead."

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large black church

The walls were surrounded by blurry walls, and only patterns could be vaguely seen shaking and flashing.

Garen stood in the middle of the church, surrounded by huge golden statues on both sides. The statues held swords in their hands and lowered their heads, as if they were guarding something.

At the innermost end of the church, there is a huge green mesh on the wall. This silk screen is still growing like a vine, gradually becoming thicker and thicker.

In the middle of the silk screen, there was a human figure covered in pitch black.

"Here it is again." Garen looked around in confusion.

The dream seemed so real that he could hardly tell whether it was a dream or not. And every time he enters this dream, even Hesas' training contact will be isolated.

The black shadow figure kept struggling in the middle of the silk mesh, opening his mouth to let out a silent roar, but to no avail. Every time he struggled, he would be stuck to the silk mesh and unable to move.

Garen stepped on the smooth and dark marble floor and walked towards the innermost part of the church, and soon walked under the huge silk screen.

He looked up at the black shadow figure and stretched out his hand to touch the silk screen that stuck to him. Similarly, there was a layer of transparent glass between the silk screen and his hand.

His hands could not reach the screen directly.

"This is the second time I have had the same dream." Garen frowned. He looked around and found nothing unusual. The stuck black figure didn't seem to see him at all, and was still struggling in vain, without even looking at him.

Garen turned back and looked at the door of the singing church. There was a huge black and tall metal door, more than ten meters high. It looked heavy and hard, with many weird patterns carved on it.

"This is the last temple." Suddenly a deep man's voice came from behind him.

Garen turned around suddenly and saw a beautiful woman in a white dress slowly walking towards him. The woman's long hair was flying and she was holding a huge silver sword in her hand. The tall sword and the one-meter-long figure formed a sharp contrast, making it hard to imagine that her weaker body could easily drag the three-meter-long sword.

"Nadia." Garen recognized the identity of the person, Nine-Headed Dragon King Nadia.

"Speaking of which, when we first met, we didn't have such a face-to-face talk. You suppressed my coordinate positioning, so I had to come up with this way to get around this problem." Nadia is obviously a woman, But it sounded like a man's voice, giving people an extremely weird feeling.

"What do you want to say?" Garen said calmly.

"That old guy hidden in your body should be the remaining memory of a strong man in ancient times, right?" Nadia said softly, "That kind of memory is the most untrustworthy. I was almost fooled by this thing in the first place." Nadia said softly. Ya seemed to be extremely bored and walked to the side of Garen, looking up at the black figure in the center of the silk screen.

"You have to understand that even if you suppress the time of my arrival, that day will come eventually. Instead of waiting to die in vain, why not join my army instead? Give up the body, that thing is our bondage, and use pure With our consciousness, we are much freer than you think."

Nadia said seductively in ancient tones.

"We are almost immortal. If our souls do not reach the limit, we will not die. In comparison, the limits of the physical body are too small. No matter how good the metal is, it will decay. Not to mention a skin?"

"What are the benefits of being you?" Garen asked.

"There are so many benefits. Many invisible creatures are eternal existences. They have accumulated countless knowledge and experiences. Only by giving up your body can you communicate and learn with them better. The way of pure consciousness existence can be achieved in an instant. Just exchange countless knowledge and be able to freely travel across the distance of space, just like I am now, I pulled you here, but we are actually still infinitely far apart." Nadia answered casually. "More powerful, more perfect. Isn't that what you want?"

"I have a soul with the attributes of time and space. What you said means nothing to me. I have enough time to slowly accumulate enough knowledge." Garen was unmoved.

Somehow, the two of them didn't have any desire to do anything here. They just talked to each other quietly and honestly.

Nadia laughed. "Your will is very pure, but it's not just what you think is okay." He looked at Garen up and down, and his smile suddenly deepened. "You seem to have some kind of secret hidden in you, or a reliance. This kind of reliance makes you confident and has no sense of crisis when facing any situation. And you have extreme confidence in yourself, which has reached the point of ignorance."

"Ignorance?" Garen raised an eyebrow.

"That's right, or maybe I don't know how high the sky is." Nadia's face showed a trace of sarcasm, "I really want to know, what is this secret in you?"

Garen's heart was calm. His biggest reliance was not on anything else, but his terrifyingly powerful talents, which could transform any real thing into attributes and skills.

Through potential points, he can continuously strengthen himself and make his attributes more and more terrifying, and skills can save him a lot of time in accumulation. As for the rest, they are developed with these two as the core.

Whether it is secret martial arts or secret techniques, the core of everything is actually his superpower, which is the power that the body continuously obtains from superpowers combined with the attributes of time and space.

Nadia's eyes glanced at him, making him feel a slight sense of threat.

"Everyone has a secret, and I'm also very interested in the secret that your strength doubles every time you die."

There was no wave in Garen's tone.

"Do you know?" Nadia said suddenly. "This is the ancient temple, a shadow area projected by the mother river in the dream world."

"So what?" Garen didn't know what she meant by this.

"Here, void creatures can not be suppressed and harmed by the power of the mother river, because it is only a projection, and those with void constitutions can also compete with each other to hunt each other's core." She looked at Garen mysteriously, "As long as you get the opponent's core With the core, you can get all the other party’s memories.”

"I really want to know what keeps you calm and composed, with an unmoved face when facing everything."

Before he finished speaking, Nadia suddenly turned into a white shadow and rushed towards Garen.

Her broadsword swung and spun, making an extremely harsh whistle, like a huge silver wheel three to four meters in diameter, slashing towards Garen's neck like lightning.

"Continuous cuts in all directions!!" Nadia roared, and eight sword lights shot out from behind her in an instant. The silver sword lights surrounded the silver wheel, forming a huge silver flower, and slammed into Garen.

Eight huge blades of light accompanied the rotation of the silver wheel, cutting towards Garen at high speed, as if they were going to cut him into pieces completely.