Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 149: Winter Of Desolation

'"Ellen, do you think I'm blind? This is a magical weapon. With that little money, you can only configure one. But you obviously have two. Let me ask you, how did you cover the extra military expenditure? With your own money? You're cheating, seriously cheating!" Webb shouted excitedly, pointing his finger at Alan's nose.

This was too abominable. How could this Beth Cod's side brat cheat so openly? If Windsor Belo agrees, then I should give it to the two captains as well. No, all the soldiers are armed with magical weapons! Webb thought excitedly.

Alan's gaze fell on Webb's finger pointing at him. "If you don't take it off, I'll cut it off."

He patted his fangs wrapped in grey cloth.

Webb remembered that Alan had cut seven or eight metal dolls into pieces the other day when he was testing his saber. He asked himself that his fingers weren't as hard as the doll's, and quickly retracted, causing the soldiers behind Allen to burst into laughter.

Weber blushed, and every laugh of the soldier slapped his face like a slap. Just as he was about to explode, Windsor Belo's voice sounded from behind him, "What's going on?"

Windsor Belo lowered her hat slightly and said coldly. Webb turned around and loudly told the female marshal about his suspicions. After he finished speaking, Windsor Belo said, "Oh," and then said, "Hurry up and board the airship. It will take at least five hours to get to Area Three."

"Marshal Windsor Belo, could it be that this is the end of the story? How can you be biased towards this brat!" Webber was in a hurry to say something, but he was shocked when he finished speaking.

Windsor Belo's head of purple hair rose without a breeze and slowly drifted down. She raised her head slightly and looked down at Webb with an icy gaze. "Sorry, I didn't hear you clearly just now. Are you saying that I'm biased?" She sneered.

"I I" Webb was speechless.

'"I've seen the list of military expenditures you both sent me. The Fan Weini family has also calculated the cost this time and used it at a price lower than the market price. No, it's basically the cost price to sell the weapons to you, Young Master Webb. If it weren't for the savings in military expenditures on Sirius at the Fan Weini family, do you really think I would admit that list?" Windsor Belo leaned forward slightly and said with a fierce gaze as if he was about to dig out Webb's eyes, "At the very least, Ellen is much more innocent than you in terms of military expenses. All expenses are clear and there is no water in them. As for his magic energy weapons, do you still not allow him to buy the parts of his weapons and make the magic cube sequence himself?"

'"As I said, this assessment is to test your overall level. The design of the Magic Cube Sequence is one of Allen's strengths. Of course, it can be used in this assessment. Or do you doubt my fairness?"

"No, no, Marshal, you must be right."

"Then cut the crap. Quickly bring your team to the flying ship." Windsor Belo straightened her body, her hands crossed her chest, and looked at Webb sternly like a lofty Queen.

Under her might, Webb could no longer think of any protest. He led his team onto a Raptor-escorted lift-off deck in a dejected manner. Webb didn't react until he sat in the chair of the airship and muttered, "Magic Cube Sequence? He can actually independently complete the ownership/operation of the sequence?"

Looking out the window at the drifting snowflakes, Webb couldn't help but shrink back, feeling that this winter was exceptionally bleak.

An hour after the Raptor frigate left the harbor, Allen's ability to independently produce/perform low-level sequences was already in the hands of several people. Moreover, if Windsor Belo admitted this news indirectly, no one would doubt Marshal Greed's gaze. Anyone familiar with her knew that Windsor Belo loved money, but it was far from enough to be bribed to spread fake news.

After hearing this news, some people with good intentions quietly increased the danger level of Beth Cod in their hearts. Among the Bethcoddles, Allen's family status was raised by a large margin. With the news of Windsor Belo, even if Ellen was not a student of the female marshal, the Council of Elders would still approve the proposal to add him to the list of successors. Even if Alan's accomplishments were only a technician, it was impossible for Beth Cod to push him out and nurture him as a core member.

Moreover, with Allen's talent, it was clear that his accomplishments would not stop there!

"Father, are you looking for me?"

When Arthur walked into Hyderick's studio, he saw a torn painting scattered on the ground. Hyderick stood by the window with his hands behind his back. Beneath his feet was a broken brush, a color plate that had been crushed into pieces. As for the colors on the color plate, they naturally splashed all over the floor, spitting out abstract colors from the floor of the studio.

Hyderick did not turn around and whispered, "I just received news that Alan has been personally acknowledged by Windsor Belo. He he has the ability to make/make magic cube sequences."

Arthur's entire body shook as if he had been hit by a bullet, and his eyes behind the lens exploded with a sharp light. He continued to breathe for a few breaths before he regained his calm.

"Last time at the Venus Hotel, how was your contact with him?"

"Not good, he is very wary of me." Said Arthur.

Hyderick nodded. "Of course, it's a headache if he doesn't show any caution towards you. Arthur, are you confident?"

"What kind of confidence do you need from me?"

'"I hope you can kill him when you get close to him before I get the news," Hyderick turned around. "Not now, Alan is a huge fortune, and I hope that this fortune will be in my hands!"

"I will do my best." Arthur bowed.

Heidrick nodded and said, "You can do whatever you want as long as Alan works for me. There's no ceiling on the cost of this mission!"

"You're so generous." Arthur smiled and left the studio.

Walking down the corridor and stopping in front of a stained glass window, Arthur looked out at the snow-dancing world and whispered, "Perhaps you're overconfident, father. Will Alan be a loyal dog that can be leashed? I think you're playing with fire."

He shrugged his shoulders and muttered, "But what does it have to do with me? I will still carry out your orders. After all, becoming his friend is a good thing for me, isn't it?"

"Young Master Arthur." A soft cry sounded at the corner. In the shadows of the corridor, a sixteen or seventeen year old girl stood with her hands behind her back.

"How is it, Nana?"

"Our men are ready, and the airship is on standby. We can set off at any time." The girl named Nana said respectfully.

Arthur nodded. "Then, has the news of my appointment spread?"

"According to your instructions, everything has been done."

"Well done, Nana. Remember not to let anyone know that we sent the news."

"Of course not. I have already done what is necessary."

"Alright, then let's go to the third district and see if my brother needs any help." Arthur snapped his fingers and went straight ahead.

The young girl accompanied him and the two of them slowly walked away in the corridor.

At 3 p.m. the Raptor frigate arrived at the official airport in Area 3 on the surface. After landing, the two teams were picked up by a military truck. At around 8 p.m., the military truck stopped at a large lake called Swan Lake. The two teams got off the carriage and set up camp at the lakeside with the tent provided on the carriage. It is said that this bay is named after a large flock of swans in the spring.

However, now that the lake was frozen, even half a swan would not be able to see it.

Follow the banks of Swan Lake southeast into an unknown primeval forest. Wilton Mountain was located in the depths of the forest. The mountain paths were complicated, and there was also a natural barrier like the primeval forest. It had been almost two years since the armed bandit who claimed to be the Holy Disarmament appeared, but he was still alive and well.

Allen and the others will spend the night by Swan Lake tonight and go to Wilton Hills tomorrow to hunt down the bandits.

After a simple dinner, Alan walked out of the tent. From afar, Webb was practicing his sword in the open space on the other side. The young master of the Fan Weini Clan danced with a long sword in his hand so tightly that it was impervious to the wind. A cold light flickered, and the sword's momentum was endless. However, he was quite talented and practical. Occasionally, when the sword momentum paused, one could see a few beautiful lines on the sword's body. Obviously, this was a magical weapon.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Webb stopped. Seeing that it was Alan, he frowned and said, "What's the matter with you?"

"I think we should talk about attacking Wilton Hill." Alan said.

"Talk about what?" Webb shook his head and said, "We're in a competitive relationship now. I don't think there's anything to talk about. Are you trying to get me to talk about my strategy?"

Allen smiled and said, "Looks like we really don't have much to talk about. But Webb, we are competing. But tomorrow is also a real battle. Maybe we can work together in some ways besides competing. Isn't communication also part of the Marshal's assessment of our abilities?"

"Alan, I have absolute confidence in myself." Webb raised his sword and smiled, "So I don't think it's necessary to cooperate with you. What do you think?"

"I think I have to go back to bed now. Good luck to each other. Good night." Alan smiled and left.

The next day, the two teams left. The truck stayed by the lake and waited for them to return. As for where Windsor Belo went and how she would observe their entire battle, no one knew. After a whole day of trekking, Alan finally saw a dark silhouette of the Wilton Mountains under the distant night sky when night fell.

On the southwest side of the silhouette, there was a faint glow of fire. That should be the stronghold of Saint Disarmament!

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