759 Trump Card 1 (1/2)

Chapter 759: Trump Card 1

Boom!

Thunder rolled in the night sky, accompanied by a flash of lightning. The grassland below was illuminated for an instant, turning it snow white.

This grassland was located somewhere at the border of Canada, and the United States was completely deserted now. Even the people at the nearest villages and towns had been relocated by the government's army beforehand. There was not a single soul for hundreds of kilometers.

A gust of wind passed by. The grass which stood higher than a person's knee waved in the breeze and produced swishing sounds.

On the grassland only tens of meters away from a jungle surrounded by mountains and hills, the grass there was currently ignited, brightening up the surrounding sky.

The flames spread with the wind, burning up towards the distant grassland.

A bunch of people was standing on the burnt grassland.

Hochman was surrounded by the people and soldiers from Holy Fist Palace. Quentin and Xander were staying focussed in order to deal with anything that might happen and Tu Lan was scanning the periphery.

Outside the crowd from Holy Fist Palace was a man and a woman leading another bunch of people. These people were all Blood Breeds and Vampires dressed in black with black cloth covering their faces, leaving their blood-red eyes exposed.

The atmosphere grew tenser.

”Tu Lan, why are you siding with the Holy Fist Palace when you should be a Death Apostle?” the handsome blonde man covered in black spoke.

”I just feel that compared to the Blood Union, the Holy Fist Palace was more suited for me. This is where I can pursue my goals,” Tu Lan answered seriously.

She did not lie. Only by staying at the Holy Fist Palace was she able to receive Garen's Soul Primer, and at the same time, she had the freedom to train in Fantasy Fist and other Secret Techniques which gave her a new goal to pursue. As compared to the boring past where she simply ate and enjoyed life, this was far meaningful.

After tasting the pleasure of constantly getting stronger in the Holy Fist Palace, she would rather die than going back to her former life in Blood Union.

Now, she was also a Death Apostle, the same as the other side, she had the right to make her own choices.

”Are you really going to be standing on the side of the Holy Fist Palace?” the man frowned.

”Herein lies my goals, my dreams, not at the Blood Union,” Tu Lan confirmed. ”Maybe I was unwilling yet forced to at the start, but it's different now.”

”What a pity….” the female Death Apostle shook her head slightly. The number of Blood Breeds and Vampires in their surroundings were increasing.

However, the same was happening for the common soldiers on the Holy Fist Palace side.

Bomber aircraft and fighter jets were flying across the sky above them and the sound of helicopters grew nearer.

The Blood Union and Holy Fist Palace were both mobilizing troops on a large scale. The forces gathering in this small area were increasing in numbers and strength.

”Although it's a little hasty, today is the day that Holy Fist Palace's myth is broken,” the female Death Apostle looked up at the helicopters in the sky. A red light flashed by in her eyes.

Suddenly, a helicopter turned and violently crashed into the side of another helicopter.

Boom!!

Both helicopters crashed together and exploded, turning into a ball of flames.

In an instant, countless messages were spread through their communication channel and instructions for them to retreat were conveyed. The aircraft pilots quickly fled the area in horror.

Tu Lan observed their actions coldly without any sign of doing anything. She had guessed that the other party's intention was to use Holy Fist Palace's top members as bait with Hochman and the mask in his possession to lure Garen to personally come and rescue them.

Apparently, they had prepared something to deal with Garen.

At the same time, Tu Lan had the utmost confidence in Garen. As long as the Fist Saint came, any predicaments would not be able to stop him from advancing.

Hochman did not expect that things would develop up to this point. Without meaning to, he seemed to have become the trigger for war between the Blood Union and Holy Fist Palace.

He gripped the mask tightly and tried to restore his strength as much as he could. Unfortunately, he had pushed himself too much and he had not sufficiently replenished food and water, causing the recovery rate of his body to slow down. He could only barely prevent his internal injuries from worsening while stopping the bleeding.

”Now the mask is the only trump card for my survival…”

He could sense that whether from Holy Fist Palace or Blood Union, there were several lines of sight on the mask in his hand. Obviously, both sides had the intention to snatch the mask.

Swish Swish!

Suddenly, two more figures appeared beside the male and female Death Apostles. They were Wellington and Scarlet Moon.