Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 152: A Stray Dog

The glow of the electronic device illuminated Arthur's face. He fastened his seat belt and sat near the porthole, propping up his chin with his hand. Arthur looked out of the window at the vast night and did not say a word.

"Young Master, you shouldn't show your face. How would they know that it was you who did it?"

Beside Arthur was Nana, who had her long, milky hair tied into a pair of ponytails. She bit a lollipop in her mouth and looked at Arthur in puzzlement.

Arthur withdrew his gaze from the night view outside the porthole and said, "Tonight's appearance will definitely put a question mark on Alan. If he tracks it down and finds out that I secretly helped, wouldn't that show my sincerity?"

Nana rolled her eyes and said, "What if she doesn't ask at all? Aren't we working in vain?"

"That's easy. I will deliberately reveal some clues to let him know. In short, we won't waste our time." Arthur cast his gaze out of the porthole again. "But we'll have to be a little busier next. We mustn't let anyone know that it was I who passed the third party's mouth and passed the news of the exam to the bandits of the Holy Disarmament. After all, it's a bit bad for our reputation."

Nana smiled and said, "Don't worry, I know what to do."

"Of course I don't have to worry about you taking action." Arthur smiled gently.

The magical flying ship swept past the night sky, leaving behind a faint silhouette.

Holy Disarmament Stronghold base.

A hand stretched out from the rubble and pushed away the empty rubble on both sides. Torre coughed and drilled out. At his feet were the corpses of two soldiers. In the distance, the corpses belonging to the Holy Disarmament Taxi had already turned into corpses. Torre was stunned on the spot. The sudden bombardment from before had caused his two years of hard work to flow in vain. More than a hundred soldiers had been dragged over with great difficulty and were now seriously injured. Looking around, only a dozen of them had survived the bombing.

Holy disarmament is over!

Torre ripped off his cloak and looked at all of this in disbelief. He didn't know how things had turned out like this.

A moment ago, he still had the upper hand, and was about to catch all the rats that had come out of nowhere in one fell swoop; In the next moment, his fate was ruthlessly reversed. Under the cold bombardment of the high-energy cannon, this small stronghold that he had painstakingly managed was reduced to ruins in an instant.

There is no greater ups and downs in life than this.

"Lord, run." The remaining personal guard shouted.

Torre woke up from his dream.

That's right, as long as he was still alive, he could pull out the second and third Saint Armaments.

"Right, let's go. Those who are still alive, follow me!" Torre shouted.

The shouts and gunshots rang out at the same time.

Allen and the team returned. Shawton and the soldiers held machine guns, each occupying an advantageous position and shooting at the remnants of the Holy Disarmament. Allen charged towards Torre. The remaining guard was also loyal. He drew out a long tactical saber and shouted, "Lord, hurry up and leave."

He greeted Alan himself.

His personal guards were as strong as crazy tigers, fighting for their lives with their sabers and knives, leaving him no way out. Helplessly, Allen could only use a few moves, while Torre took the opportunity to escape from the stronghold. Alan sold a flaw in the fight. The personal guard thought that there was an opportunity for him to take advantage of it, and his eyes lit up as he slammed his saber into Alan's flaw. Unexpectedly, his vision suddenly blurred. Alan's body spun and slipped as he brushed past him.

Alan chased after the stronghold. The guard turned around like a top and fell to the ground. A red line gradually appeared on his throat, and his skin and flesh rolled over. The bright red blood gradually flowed over the dirty ground.

After Xiaoton cleaned up the remaining enemy soldiers, he left the stronghold with his team. Under the night sky, he could barely see Ellen's figure flying through the mountain path. He immediately led the soldiers to follow and support him.

Torre sprinted like he was dead.

The silver-haired, red-eyed youth behind him was still reluctant to give up. The other party was only Level 12. Normally, Torre would not be afraid of a battle. But today was different from the past. Now that he was a stray dog, there was no reason why he would not escape and fight to the death with the other party.

Not to mention that the youth's Origin Energy was indeed only Level 12, but the viciousness of his saber technique was something Tuo Lei had never seen before in his life. His personal guards were only one or two levels weaker than his opponents, but when they fought, the outcome was usually decided within a few breaths. Torre didn't want to meet a battlefield slaughter star like this at all, not to mention that he had the upper hand now.

Fortunately, Torre was very familiar with the Wilton Mountains, and he could almost tell which path or path to take in the mountains with his eyes closed. He had used this advantage several times to shake off the pursuers, but just as he was about to catch his breath, that silver green firefly would appear behind him again, forcing him to continuously move.

Both his stamina and Origin Energy were declining.

There was clearly a gap of three levels, but Torre couldn't figure it out. He was already extremely tired. Why was the silver-haired boy behind him still able to catch up with him, his Origin Energy seemingly endless?

Of course, Alan wasn't as magical as he thought. In fact, his consumption wasn't much less than Torre's. If it had been before, he would have probably stopped to rest. But now, his endurance was much higher than before. The King Snake's blood was slowly increasing his physical fitness.

Jump off a high/hill and roll over a rugged mountain below. Torre sprang up and sprinted forward again. Suddenly, his entire body went cold. He didn't even have the time to think about it, and almost instinctively stopped his body. A light blue streak of light flashed in front of his eyes, causing the ground in front of him to splash with rubble, digging out large pieces of gravel on the hard rock ground. If Torre hadn't stopped just now, his head or body would have exploded.

The sound of sniper equipment rang out under the curtain of night, and Torre cursed inwardly, "Damn sniper." In this moment of slight stagnation, a black shadow flashed by his side, and the saber wind suddenly rose!

Torre shouted, pulling out a sword from his waist and drawing out a sword shadow to meet the saber light.

Ding dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang.

Allen retracted his saber and slid back, his bone knife fangs trembling uncontrollably. The tip of the saber pointed at Torre, the center of gravity of his body slightly lowered, his legs stretched open, giving off the feeling that he could attack again at any time.

Torre had a headache.

"You won't be able to escape." Alan whispered as he adjusted his breathing to buy time to recover his breath.

Torre roared, "Who are you? Are you the surface garrisons of District 3?"

"Does this mean anything to you? Anyway, you won't be able to survive tonight."

While Alan was talking to Torre, Lanchi panted heavily and fell on a cliff. From his direction, one could clearly see the mountainous area where Alan and Torre were confronting. He endured the dizziness caused by the exhaustion of his Origin Energy. After a few breaths, he pushed all the remaining Origin Energy into the heavy sniper and created the last Origin Energy sniper projectile under the effect of the Magic Cube sequence.

The reload warhead was ready. This was Lancey's last bullet.

"How about this, kid? I have a sum of money hidden outside. If you let me go, I can give you half. No, I'll give it all to you." '"Heavens, a lot of people have died tonight. Just take off my clothes and put them on any unlucky guy you like. You can get credit for it and you can get money. Is there anything cheaper than that?" Torre shouted.

Allen seemed to be moved and nodded, "Where are you hiding the money?"

"Let me tell you, it's hidden right here "

Seeing that Alan was listening, Torre suddenly smiled sinisterly. Lightning flashed across his body, forming a thunderbolt pattern on the back of his right hand.

"I lied to you!" Torre laughed loudly and activated his ability to thrust his sword towards Alan's throat.

This sword strike was extremely fast. The tip of the sword pulled out a few blue lightning stripes and shot out like an induced bolt of lightning.

However, before Torre could laugh, Alan disappeared from his sight and was replaced by a rain of orange flames that occupied his entire field of vision!

"Coincidentally, so am I." Alan's voice came from behind the rain of fire.

When the lightning collided with the rain of fire, the collision of origin power produced thunderous muffled sounds. The invisible ripples spread out, ploughing out cracks on the nearby mountains, causing pieces of sand to explode! Torre's shout and Alan's muffled snort sounded at the same time. The rain of fire and lightning dissipated, and the two of them returned to their confrontation posture.

On Torre's body, there were more than a dozen saber cuts on his military uniform, and there were still residual flames on it. It was only after Torre's Origin Energy was suppressed that they were extinguished at the same time. Alan had a sword wound on his left shoulder, and his entire arm trembled from time to time. This was the result of Torre's electric current not completely dissipating.

"Damn it, what exactly do you want!" Torre was so angry that his teeth itched. He exerted force under his feet and crushed a few broken stones on the ground into powder.

Alan slightly moved his left hand. The orange origin energy in the veins of his arm wrapped around Torre's current and dispersed. After several cycles of Origin Energy, the electric current was completely annihilated, and Allen's arm regained consciousness. He pointed at the bone blade and shrugged, "I've already told you this answer."

At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from behind Torre, but it was Shawton and the others who chased after him. Shawton gestured, and the soldiers immediately dispersed in a surrounding formation. The muzzle of the gun pointed at Torre from different angles. Torre cursed and pointed his sword at Alan. "Are you their leader? Do you dare to fight me against the leader?"

Ellen laughed and said, "When you surrounded us, you didn't seem to give me a chance to fight alone. Now that I have the chance to fight in groups, why don't you let it go? Shawton!"

"Fire!" Shawton shouted.

The gunshots rang out, and the crisscrossed firepower net forced Torre to soar into the sky with a strange cry. In midair, the sword swung out a semi-circle. The tip of the sword trembled, streaks of azure lightning pierced through the air and attacked the soldiers on the ground. The soldiers had no choice but to dodge first. One of them dodged slowly and was struck by lightning on the back. His entire body immediately twitched non-stop, and he spat out white foam and fainted to death.

Torre could not breathe a sigh of relief as he felt a sense of danger in his heart.

He suddenly turned his head to look in the direction where the sense of danger was coming from. A light blue Origin Energy Sniper Bomb flew towards him. Tuo Lei didn't even have time to curse, so he slashed out with his sword. The sword slashed through the sniper shell with a strong electric current. The origin energy exploded, knocking him into the ground like a cannonball.

On the ground, Alan's eyes flashed with a cold light. He was finally waiting for the best opportunity to attack!

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