Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 153: To Be Presumptuous

Tuo Lei's entire body trembled with energy and blood, and his arms were numb from the backlash of the Origin Energy Sniper Bomb that had slain Lanchi. His heart beat heavily twice, as if it wasn't air but flames that entered his nostrils. Torre only felt his nose and mouth dry, knowing that it was a sign of exhaustion of Origin Energy.

The man landed on the ground.

At this moment, the hot air under his feet rose. He looked down in horror, only to see a flaming moon rising from the ground and sticking to his heels!

At first, the firepower net was forced upwards by Shawton and the soldiers, but in this special environment where they were unable to move in mid-air, they were forced to fight head-on against Lancey's sniper bombs. Torre was currently at his weakest, so how could Alan let such an opportunity slip by? Using the remaining Origin Energy, the sharp-fanged blade drew out an orange-colored flaming crescent to take Torre.

Torre cursed helplessly. He barely circulated his numb and painful wrist and pressed down on the sword, hitting Flaming Moon.

Flaming Moon was about to explode in his imagination. The shockwave from the explosion made Torre cough out blood and flew out with his sword. Tuo Lei was not shocked but delighted. He only waited until he landed on the ground before using the night and the mountain to flee.

Flames flew in all directions, and a cold light flickered in the flames.

Suddenly, a ball of flame exploded in Torre's eyes. After the flames, a sharp howl sounded, and the saber qi was so powerful that something flashed by in a flash of lightning.

This was what Alan was really killing!

Unfortunately, it was already too late to understand this point. Torre's chest went cold as he watched helplessly as a dagger pierced deep into his heart. The shocking energy contained within the dagger shattered his fragile protective origin power, sending the ice of death into his heart/organs. Tuo Lei only felt that the last trace of Origin Energy in his body had been sucked away by something, and then his entire body became light and floating.

After the star above his head circled for a while, everything returned to black silence.

With a thud, he fell to the ground with his body still warm. The devil's praise was deeply stabbed into his chest, and he continued to taste the essence blood in his ventricles.

Xiao Tun's knees went soft and he knelt on the ground and took a deep breath.

A Level 15 engraver finally drank his hatred on the spot.

After a while, Alan regained some of his strength and walked over to pull the Devil's Praise out of Torre's corpse. Only a pitiful amount of blood mist sprayed out from the wound. As for Torre's blood essence, Tai Ban sucked it away for the devil's praise. Although it was not comparable to the King Snake's blood, it also made up for the consumption of the Blood Blade Burial.

"Let's go." Alan said in a slightly hoarse voice. He had used up a lot of energy, and now his mouth was dry and his tongue was irritable. He only wanted to fall to the ground and sleep.

But the truth naturally couldn't be like this.

When the group left the hill, a white light gradually appeared in the eastern horizon.

Before dawn, a man appeared beside Torre's corpse. A sword light descended, and Torre's head was cut off. That person held onto his head and did not leave.

It was already evening when they returned to the rendezvous point at Swan Lake. Military trucks were still parked by the lake, except for Windsor Belo. Looking at Allen and his group returning to the camp with tired faces, the female marshal crossed her arms and said, "Look at you, but killing an armed bandit is such a mess, let alone the soldiers and students that I, Windsor Belo, brought out."

Alan smiled bitterly when he heard this.

"But congratulations," Windsor Belo said with a smile. "You've accomplished your task. Especially you, Ellen. You've done well. You deserve to be my student for your outstanding performance in this exam."

Lancey and Shawton winked at the soldiers when they heard this. Seven or eight soldiers immediately stepped forward to lift Alan up and threw him into the air. Allen used his strength to win the recognition of the soldiers. Now that he was able to pass the test smoothly, the soldiers were naturally happy for him. Windsor Belo smiled as she listened to the soldiers' cheers. But at this moment, a voice interrupted, "No, I am the real winner!"

It was Webb's voice.

Webb returned to the camp with four or five soldiers. He looked proudly at Alan and the others with the expression of a victor. Walking respectfully to Windsor Belo, Weber suddenly raised an object high up and said, "Look, teacher, this is proof."

That's Torre's head!

The soldiers put Ellen down, and Lancey and Shawton frowned. Seeing Webb's head, Shawton coughed dryly and said, "Marshal, we can prove that this bandit leader was indeed killed by Young Master Allen."

"Are you questioning my credit for robbing Alan?" Webb looked at Shawton and shouted with a fierce tone.

This damned junior sergeant actually dares to jump up and obstruct me. This is truly unforgivable! Webb roared in his heart.

Ellen didn't say anything. He just looked coldly at Webb. He didn't expect that this young master of the Fan Weini Clan would be so shameless!

Xiao Dunfen looked at Webb without any fear and said, "Yes, I am very clear that this level 15 engraver is our joint effort. It took us a lot of effort to stop him and kill him."

"I can testify to this." Lan Qi stepped forward and said.

The rest of the soldiers also came forward to testify, and everyone looked at Weber angrily. Webb felt his face was burning, but now he could not get off the horse. After the battle in the stronghold base ended, Webb led the rest into the stronghold and picked up a lot of soldiers. After that, Webb heard the sounds of Allen's men fighting Torre and followed suit.

By the time they arrived, Alan and the others' battle had long since ended. Seeing that Alan had already killed Torre, Webb's eyes were red with jealousy. One had to know that killing the enemy leader was enough to allow Alan to pass the exam smoothly. Moreover, they had also made a fuss in the stronghold and killed many personal guards and enemy soldiers. Webb didn't pay attention at that time, so he naturally wasn't willing to lose the election just like that.

In the end, Torre's corpse reminded him that although Alan had killed the enemy leader, he had no evidence! Webb immediately cut off Torre's head, so he had the fake military merit from before.

However, he didn't want Alan to kill Torre by himself at that time. With Lanchi and the others as witnesses, no matter how thick Webb's skin was, he still felt like slapping himself in the face. Suddenly, an icy cold gaze fell on Webb, startling him. Turning around, she saw Windsor Belo's pair of golden eyes shining like ice. The female marshal snorted coldly, "Young Master Weber, are you challenging my IQ?" As an invigilator, would I not confirm and announce the results? For example, Torre's fatal wound was on his chest. Judging from the shape of the wound, it should be caused by a weapon like a dagger. Moreover, there were many knife cuts on the body of the corpse. But if I remember correctly, you should be using a sword, right? "

Webb's heart sank when he heard this.

"So now, go back to your tent and sleep. There's no need for a smart fool like you among my students."

As the soldiers laughed, Weber left dejectedly. If it was in the past, he would never have done such a stupid thing. There was too much evidence left on Intorre's body. Anyone with the slightest experience could tell that Torre had died at Ellen's hands, not to mention an expert of Windsor Belo's level. It was a pity that Weber was eager to win, causing him to make such a low-level mistake.

But no matter what, Windsor Belo's exam was finally over, and Alan had to admit it herself. From that moment onwards, he was Marshal Greed's direct disciple, and he was only missing the announcement in Babylon.

Everyone will stay by the Swan Lake for one night and return to Babylon the next day.

After dinner, Alan, who had recovered a little bit of his strength, got out of the tent and saw Windsor Belo standing on the ice floe in the lake. The moon emerged from behind the drifting clouds, sprinkling light on the earth, shining on the entire icy lake. Alan only stepped on the ice when he heard a crack in the ice and a big hole appeared.

"Don't come over. Don't look at the frozen lake, but the ice isn't thick. If you're not careful, you'll have to fall." Windsor Belo gently pointed her toes. She didn't see how she could sprint, but she instantly returned to the shore.

Looking at her walking with her hands behind her back, it was as if space and distance had been completely ignored under her feet. Just this hand alone was enough to show how terrifying a peak expert was. If Alan bumped into such a person, he didn't even know how the other party moved, let alone defending against the enemy.

"What's up?" Windsor Belo stood in front of Alan.

She was tall, and Ellen was not short for her age, but only to Windsor Belo's chest. Looking at the twin peaks that almost burst the military uniform, Allen's heartbeat accelerated in disappointment. He hurriedly raised his head and looked away. But when it landed on Windsor Belo's face, which was as perfect as a goddess's first appearance, her heart beat even faster.

Windsor Belo's hat was buttoned diagonally, her dark purple hair gently fluttering in the night breeze. Her hair was as long as her back, and her luster flowed like a ball of dense purple mist. The golden pupils in his eyes shone with a divine and dignified light. In her, one could see the preference of the Creator. Even the beauty mole at the corner of his eyebrows had a different kind of charm. It was them that interweaved the beauty that belonged to Windsor Belo alone.

Beauty itself is an invisible pressure.

Ellen took two steps back and said, "Teacher, I can't go back to Babylon with you tomorrow."

"Why?"

"I still have some personal matters to attend to in the third district. I need to find someone." "I heard he knows my father," Alan said simply.

Windsor Belo said "Oh". She knew Alan's background very well and said, "The third district is not small. Do you know where he is?"

"Black Iron Town, but I really don't know where this town is?" Alan smiled embarrassedly.

"This is simple. I'll ask the garrison to send an officer to accompany you tomorrow. After that, you can take a transport airship back. Of course, I won't reimburse you for the travel expenses." Windsor Belo said.

Alan saw that she was serious and didn't seem to be joking. He recalled Horn's evaluation of her. Windsor Belo was a woman who had lost money, but there weren't many women who loved money and were as powerful as her.

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