Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 1587: Persistence

The automatic door opened and two Kidd soldiers who heard the commotion ran in. Before they could see what was happening, a white shadow flashed over. Simir punched the soldier on the left in the chin and the soldier fell unconscious on the spot. He stretched out his leg and put down the one on the right. Then, he spun in mid-air, bent his elbow and landed on the soldier's neck. The soldier immediately rolled his eyes and unnaturally lowered his head to the side.

Clapping her hands, the girl stood up, found a white robe for the patient in the room, and walked out. The corridor outside the operating room was empty, and the alarm kept ringing, as if the Kidds in this area had already evacuated. Simeel went to the surveillance room and read the information about the Demonic Shadow Empire Squadron from her brain. She thought for a moment. It should be that Alan had already destroyed the space weapons and was in the process of transferring the Gus.

"I'll give you some more ingredients." Simir revealed a mischievous smile, kicked off the panel of the brain terminal, took out two data cables from her robot arm, inserted them into the slot of the terminal, and wrote a program into the brain of the Kidds with the light keys on the screen of the robot arm. Very quickly, the big screen went black, and rows of light green readings appeared. At first there were only a few lines of reading, but soon more and more.

At this time, Omis and many other weapons platforms began to become uncontrollable. Either he refused the order or he opened fire randomly, causing quite a lot of trouble for the Kidds.

Retrieving the data line, Simeel heard footsteps coming from outside. She hurriedly hid in a corner and hugged the rifle that the soldier had picked up earlier. At this moment, the door to the monitoring room opened and a burly figure entered. Simeel immediately raised his gun, but when he saw the man clearly, he ran out with a cheerful cry. It turned out that Tarot was coming in from outside the door. The old man was delighted to see Simeel unharmed, and then he hurriedly said, "Miss, let's go."

Simeel followed them out of the surveillance room, not forgetting to ask about the current situation.

Tarot led Simeel forward, and the mercenaries killed the Kidd soldiers who rushed over from time to time. The old man did not forget to answer Simeel's question: "Now the sabotage cannon has been blown up by His Majesty Allen, and Demonic Shadow Empire's fleet has already engaged him in the Kidd's first defensive zone." According to the plan, there will be a convoy heading to the sanctuary to transfer our clansmen. Now His Majesty Allen is stalling Saffle at the gate in order for us to smoothly enter the imperial palace to save you. "

Simeel said "Ah", "Let's go help His Majesty Allen."

The old man grabbed her and shook his head. "Miss, how can we interfere in a battle of that level? If we go, it will only cause trouble for His Majesty. Listen to me, we will immediately go to the sanctuary. The clansmen also need you."

Simeel weighed his options and nodded in agreement. At this moment, the entire corridor trembled violently, and then a ripple quickly spread over from afar. Tarot immediately squatted down with Simil in his arms, his back facing forward. The ripple quickly passed by them, and then a violent shockwave swept past them. The walls on both sides of the corridor were shattered, and traces of blood appeared on Tarot's back. The old man gritted his teeth and said, "Your Majesty, their battle has already spread to this place. Miss, let's quickly leave!"

As Tarot had said, the battle between Alan and Saffle had already reached the palace. Saffle was indeed capable of sitting on the throne of the Kidd Emperor. This was the first time Alan had witnessed someone assembling any metal into a variety of war machines. From the shield that blocked his saber at the beginning, to the turret afterwards, to the current self-disciplined humanoid weapon, Saffle was simply like a magician. At this moment, there were six humanoid weapons standing in front of Allen. They were three meters tall and were formed from metal fragments controlled by Saffle. The two humanoid weapons in front of him, holding a long axe, strode towards Allen. Just by charging forward, they were full of momentum. The two steel puppets raised their axes at the same time. Alan dragged the Shatter hymn past them. The two puppets paused for a moment, then his waist was dislocated, and his body split up from head to toe.

The remaining four spear-wielding puppets approached at the same time. Alan snorted coldly and slashed at the giant saber. A ray of light flashed past the puppets at the edge of the blade, separating their bodies. His target was not these puppets at all, but Saffle, who had been hiding behind them from the beginning. Allen crossed the golem's steel defensive line, and there was no longer any obstacle between him and Saffle.

Saffle raised his hand expressionlessly, and the six humanoid weapons behind Alan immediately disintegrated, turning into six metal tornadoes and crashing back. Allen narrowed his eyes, and his body suddenly stopped. With a slight swing, two metal tornadoes brushed past him. Six metal tornadoes whistled at Saffle's hand and quickly formed together. The fragments were combined into components, and the components were further combined. In the blink of an eye, Saffle had an extra thick metal arm. The metal fist was the size of a table. With a slight retraction, it slammed into Alan. Alan leapt forward and let his metal arm whistle past his back. The arm missed a single blow, but it spread out and rotated around Allen. When all the metal combinations were complete, Allen was locked in a sealed cube. Then, the six walls turned up rows of muzzles, and the muzzles were all aimed at Allen. There was not even a trace of space to evade.

Outside the cube, Saffle sneered when he saw the lines on the cube lit up. His ability was very special. He could use metal to build all the war machines he knew. If Saffle wanted to, he could even build a starship out of thin air. Of course, even for him, that kind of consumption was extremely huge. In front of his ever-changing abilities, no opponent had been able to injure a single hair of his body. Not only could this cube seal off his opponent, but there would also be a full range of artillery bombardment. Saffle had forgotten how many of his opponents had died in this cube.

However, this time, it seemed to be an exception. A gray dragon suddenly rushed up from the cube. It was an angry dragon made of grey flames. The grey dragon soared into the sky. With a slight feeling, it could sense the boundless aura within the grey flames as well as some sharp killing intent. Then, the cube shattered into pieces, and a black figure jumped high up from the gap created by the grey dragon. Saffle looked up and saw Alan who had activated the Dark King form. The Dark Flame wings behind Allen stretched to their limits, flames dancing in the air, unable to see his exact appearance, but it did not prevent Saffle from feeling the terrifying pressure that was akin to a prison. It was like standing in front of an earth-shattering wave wall, ready to shatter at any moment.

"Although your ability is interesting, to be honest, I think Cajasso is stronger than you."

Saffle's body trembled slightly and he angrily said, "You actually compared Cajasso, that fellow with muscles all over his head, to me?"

Ellen landed on the ground and the giant saber touched the ground. "At least his painful placenta showed me the limits of another power. And you? With all due respect, what can you do with these toys?" He said indifferently.

"Toys?" '"How do you understand the beauty of machinery? It was originally just cold metal. Through my hands, they were able to create the most beautiful images in the world. I gave them souls. Who could do all of this? Not even two Autarchs!" Saffle was furious.

Ellen shook his head. "You're persistent. The two Sovereigns can't do it." But I think for them, playing with these things is not their goal. The reason why Autarchs were powerful was because they were constantly exploring their own potential. That was the foundation of their strength. "It's a pity that your understanding of power is seriously wrong. Dead creatures are dead creatures. You only allowed them to move freely. That's far from giving them souls!"

"Shut up." Saffle was furious and raised his Golden Battle Halberd. The fragments of the cube immediately floated up and reassembled. A moment later, there were about a hundred diamond-shaped metallic bodies. The tip was facing Allen, and the port lit up with origin energy. It was actually a floating cannon-like weapon. In the next moment, Alan's position had been cut into pieces by the interlaced beams of light. A smile appeared on Saffle's face, but his smile suddenly froze, because Alan's figure dissipated like a bubble in the interlaced beams of light.

It was just an afterimage.

A wind blew by, and then the scenery retreated. Saffle crashed into a wall and saw the figure of Allen's Horizontal Blade, as well as the waves of blood spraying out of his stomach. He flew all the way out, crashing into countless walls. The collapsed walls were like the shaking walls of faith of Saffle.

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