Edge of the Apocalypse

The air was suffused with a faint smell of blood. The Warden's chest rose and fell as he panted. He had already used three abilities in a row at level 13, but Allen was harder to deal with than he had imagined. The youth rolled over on the ground and stood up with great resilience. However, the more this happened, the more certain the Warden was that they were the murderers of Tu Zhen. Otherwise, with a few weak-crowned youths, how could Tu Zhen be so powerful? The reason for that was because they were also engravers.

Especially this white-haired kid in front of him. The warden's hands were still burning hot. It wasn't as simple as burning the skin of a thousand degrees fire.

Alan spat out a mouthful of blood phlegm and stuck his eyes on the Warden like a wolf. His opponent's unreserved attack aroused his viciousness. At the same time, he was even clearer that if he could not defeat this man in front of him. Even though he was only a few steps away from the exit, the world of freedom would never be fated for him.

How could he be trapped in prison, let alone hanged publicly in a few days!

Under the stimulation of the Warden and the situation in front of him, Alan's mind was constantly focused. Putting all the gains and losses, including life and death, behind his back, the only thought left for him and him was to put down this man who was as strong as a human bear in front of them.

The spirit naturally embeded into a strange realm. The scene of the meteorite in the Origin Energy Star Sea flashed by. The angle and trajectory of the superstar colliding with each other seemed to contain an indescribable oracle. Alan seemed to feel something as he used his hand to form a knife and raised his arm in front of him. The palm drew a perfect arc in the air, like a crescent moon that broke through the clouds.

As he raised his saber high and his palm formed a straight line with the tip of his nose, Allen's aura rose steadily. Along with the flames spewing out from the tip of his palm, the orange flames suddenly shot up, as if a bright flame had risen up, illuminating Alan's figure.

All of a sudden, in the eyes of the Warden, Alan's body seemed to rise. It was as if he had stepped on a mountain peak, and his aura surged with unparalleled momentum. Especially the Heavenly Flame Pillar that the palm spat out, it was as if it was connected to the heavens, making him feel as if he could not resist it. The Warden's heart beat heavily, and his blood accelerated. A trace of fear appeared in his heart when he was inadvertently exposed by Alan.

Alan felt something in his heart and immediately leaned forward with his palm. It was just a tiny movement that fell into the eyes of the Warden, only to see the Heavenly Flame suddenly turn into a burning flaming moon. The Flaming Moon tilted and the mountain peaks shattered. The orange yellow Flaming Moon immediately took advantage of the situation to fall obliquely, bringing with it the might of annihilation as it pressed towards him!

The Warden let out a roar, but this roar sounded a little short of breath. He activated his internal origin power, and the bear arm increased by another point. The bear claws deeply clenched into the ground, and as the warden ran forward, the bear claws, which were like fine steel, tore open the ground. The warden shouted again, and the bear waved its arm. Its five claws carried the sharp sound of tearing through the air as it faced the brilliant flaming moon that had fallen from the sky.

Seeing that the two were about to fight each other head-on, a figure suddenly flashed between Alan and the Warden. The white coat saw flew, and the badge on the military hat flashed a bright yellow light under the light of the fire. The man flicked his hands, first slapping Allen's saber on the Heavenly Flame, then folding his fingers and lightly punching the Warden's paw.

The flames on Allen's saber seemed to have been thrown into a black hole. They were quickly sucked clean and transferred to that person's hand. As for the Warden's side, it was a real collision of power. An explosive sound rang out in the air, and a visible shock wave spread out in a ring, shattering the floors and walls around the passage. The warden retreated with a single punch. He couldn't even hold back his momentum even after retreating a dozen steps, and sat down on the ground with his buttocks.

Only then did the man recover from his injuries, his hands trembling, and he extinguished the flames he had received from Allen. The flames dissipated, revealing Windsor Belo's smiling face. Alan opened his mouth wide and finally regained his senses. Windsor Belo winked at him and said, "Well done, little fellow." You unleashed your natural momentum again. If he used it a few more times, he would probably be able to use it more freely. However, considering that you don't have enough Origin Energy right now, there's no need for you to casually release your power. Otherwise, killing a thousand enemies will injure 800 people. "

Windsor Belo's words were absolutely not a threat. After all, the general trend of nature implied certain rules of cosmic change. Therefore, when it was driven, the combination of power and skill, such as wind-assisted fire, greatly increased its power. However, after becoming powerful, one had to nurture their momentum. Only when they gained a deeper comprehension would they be able to freely utilize the momentum and achieve the purpose of driving the momentum and encouraging it.

Like Allen, he had not reached the peak of power for long, and his days of nourishment were still short. If he randomly drove his momentum, he wouldn't be able to comprehend some of the natural laws he had achieved, so he would be able to release them without retracting them. It was very easy for him to be injured, and Allen's Origin Energy was only at the tenth level, so his foundation was shallow. Once the general trend reversed, it would probably injure its foundation, causing a hidden injury that would never be recovered.

At that time, even though his talent was astonishing, he would never be able to reach the peak of his strength, and he would regret it for the rest of his life.

Speaking of which, Allen had released the Moonfall general momentum twice. The first time was when he had just gained momentum, and the Moonfall might he had borrowed was only superficial. Therefore, Allen could barely disperse the saber without going against the general trend. As for this time, it wasn't Windsor Belo who took the Warden's clever hand to receive Allen's Flaming Moon Slash with the Moon Meteorite, so the Warden, who didn't even know what was going on, would probably be slashed to death by Allen's saber.

But Ellen was not going to be easy. He could let it go but not take it back. At that time, the general trend would be reversed, and it was already quite rare for Alan to be able to recover his life.

Now, it was the perfect ending. Windsor Belo easily dissipated their attacks with an absolute gap, but none of them died because of it. However, not to mention Alan, even the Warden's face became rather strange when he saw Marshal Greed arrive personally.

What was going on?

This question was probably a question that lay in the hearts of the two of them.

Night fell, and a crescent moon hung high in the sky. A few floating clouds floated by, causing the moonlight to appear behind the clouds from time to time.

In the small town of Rodos, not far from the prison, the only bar in the town was drifting out with local music and a noise that had rarely been heard for days. More than half a month ago, the town of Rodos was looted and half of the residents of Thailand died tragically. Even after this, the town was filled with a gloomy atmosphere. The bars in the town had been closed for nearly ten days, and tonight they were entertaining a special group of guests.

"Come, drink, drink." As soon as Windsor Belo left Babylon, she was like a drunkard, holding wine bottles and looking for people to drink with. She did not have the image of Babylon before.

Looking at Windsor Belo whose face was flushed red, Alan couldn't help but think of Hughton, even though the two of them were 108,000 miles apart regardless of their appearance or gender.

As Ellen had guessed, Windsor Belo's second round of the exam was indeed not a real battle. Instead, she knocked them out and threw them into prison to test their reaction and mobility. Throughout this entire process, even the Warden was covered in drums. The murderer of Rodos Town was indeed one of them, but it was switched by Windsor Belo. As for the real murderer, he had already been killed by the garrison.

Windsor Belo did not give any specific hints on the exam questions. Only those who successfully escaped from prison would be eligible for promotion. Obviously, during this process. Nelly was the first to lose her qualifications. However, the next day, the girl's mind was on the verge of collapse. Therefore, even though she was sitting at the wine table, she remained silent.

The other one who was disqualified was Pitts. This youth was finally beaten half to death by the two guards of the Warden. If it weren't for Windsor Belo's adjutant, a handsome man named Mirren, saving Pitts, Young Master Pitts would have lost his life miraculously in the unknown prison on the surface.

Alan and Webb were the last to qualify.

Although Allen's battle with the Warden had been interrupted by Windsor Belo, if Allen's hand knife had been allowed to slash down. Even if Alan was seriously injured by the backlash, the Warden would definitely die on the spot. Attacking with power was not something that a mere level three Origin Energy gap could make up for. Therefore, Windsor Belo naturally judged Alan qualified.

As for Webb, he was undoubtedly the easiest one. In fact, he hadn't used all his strength at that time, and he was still fainting from fraud. By the time Alan and the Warden were fighting to the death, he had already slipped out of prison and crashed into Windsor Bellow.

Despite Weber's tricks and avoidance of fainting, Windsor Belo was not testing her combat skills this round. He won by trick, and the female marshal gave him the qualifications to enter the finals.

So tonight, no one is happier than Webb.

Alan watched as the straight saber in his hand was destroyed. He had already retrieved his previous equipment. Looking at them and recalling the past two or three days in prison, it was like a dream. "I owe you an apology. I hope you don't take those rude words to heart." The warden sat down and gently touched Ellen with his bowl-sized glass.

Alan shook his head. "How could that be? You didn't know about it at that time. Speaking of which, we were all played by Marshal Greed once."

The Warden smiled bitterly and nodded, "The most depressing thing is that I can't get my revenge back."

The two of them looked at each other for a moment and laughed at the same time.

Touching the glass again, Alan drank all the ale in it. The Warden wiped his mouth and looked at Webb, who was drinking a few drinks and dancing, and snorted, "I don't like him. This slippery fellow actually dares to faint. If I knew I would have stepped on him again, I would have seen if he could pretend to be dead."

Alan shrugged, "It's a pity you didn't get the chance."

The Warden laughed loudly and nodded his head, "Isn't that because of your brother? At that time, I wanted to jump out of nowhere like this. What's wrong with this world?"

The two of them laughed again and toasted again. The Warden patted Ellen's shoulder and said, "You are still so young, and you have the chance to become a student of the Marshal. You have a bright future. You must work hard. If you have the chance to explore the Outer Realm in the future, remember to kill more of the devils of the Yordon Domain!"

Alan nodded, and the warden took his glass and went to drink with the officers accompanying Windsor Belo.