Edge of the Apocalypse

The hall was completely silent. Everyone looked at Horn. Horn's face was as heavy as water. He slowly turned around and looked at the boy who spoke boldly.

Back then, Lanny had eloped with a man of unknown origin and escaped from the floating island. Horn was furious and removed this beloved daughter from the family. Now, ten years had passed, and the wound that had once hurt the visible bones had gradually healed. It was especially comforting for Horn to find Alan. Out of compensation and Alan's own ability, Horn planned to raise this grandson as his successor.

But now, the bold boy had opened Horn's wound. The four of them had even sprinkled salt on his wounds. Alan's father was definitely a taboo to him. Now, the boy spoke without fear.

"Grandpa, didn't you say how strict Beth Cod's family rules are? Why don't I look like it? You can't be lying to me, right?" Sounds rang out one after another, but it was Adele of the Morsons. She looked innocently at Kate and said, "Look, a kid can challenge Grandpa Horn's decision just by jumping out of nowhere. Is that the word strict?"

'"Adele" Old Kate groaned with a headache and looked at her granddaughter. "Take it as helping me. Quickly shut your little mouth!"

At the same time, the big boy and Roddy looked at Adele. Roddy's eyes were wide open, and his eyes were filled with rage, and his appearance was frightening. Adele stuck out her tongue and ran behind Old Kate. "Uncle Roddy, don't look at me like that. Adele doesn't understand anything. Don't take my words to heart."

Roddy laughed furiously. The Morsen family's demons were already involved in managing the family business at such a young age, so how could they be ignorant? If anyone really thought of her as a naive little girl, then they would really see the devil.

"Rainer, your family budget for the second half of the year will be halved. Now go down." Horn said calmly and looked at his eldest son, Roddy, "Maybe you should have someone teach him how to be polite."

"I'm sorry, Father." Roddy smiled bitterly. When he turned to look at his son, he had already put on a ferocious face, "Rainer, get lost!"

"But father …"

"Fuck off!" Roddy almost burst out from his steel teeth. If he hadn't taken into account the presence of outsiders like Kate, he would have roared long ago.

Reina looked at Alan angrily, as if he wanted to kill him on the spot. Alan looked at him calmly, which made Reina even angrier. As he walked past Alan, he said in a low voice, "Wait for me, my brother!"

After Reina left, Horn announced his freedom of movement, followed by social time. It was Alan's first time socializing in high society and he didn't know what to do. Roddy and the others did not neglect him and talked to him for a while. Especially Roddy. Even if his son punished Horn heavily, he still had a straightforward appearance. He joked with Alan loudly, as if he had forgotten what had happened just now.

As for the foreign guests, besides Kate, some other guests also offered a kind olive branch to Allen. If these people were able to become Horn's guests, which one of them wasn't an elite fellow? Looking at Horn's tough stance, they all guessed that Allen would be the next disciple that Beth Cod would focus on nurturing, so they all rushed to talk to Allen. They knew very well that if they did not seize the opportunity now to convey their friendship to this lucky youth. When Alan had his own circle, it would be difficult to enter.

Among them, there were even some who suggested that Alan could marry well, which made the teenagers from the surface somewhat overwhelmed.

In fact, Kate was also part of the plan. However, he knew that before Alan entered the heir ranks, he couldn't openly put forward this idea. After all, Morsen and Bescot were both famous clans, so how could they casually marry off a woman from their clan?

Originally, there was no need for these foreign guests to be present at such a thing as today. Horn's arrangement was to make his position clear to his friends in the circle and recommend Alan to them. Secondly, he was also planning to use external forces to balance the family's internal calculations, in order to reduce Allen's resistance on the road in the future.

Old Kate saw all of this in her eyes and had her own plans.

Finally, the guests let Alan go, and the youth heaved a sigh of relief. Looking at the room full of lights, he felt that he had already adapted to the prosperity of Babylon, but his eyes were still dazzled by the flashiness of this moment. He quietly retreated to a corner and suddenly felt that something was looking at him. Looking in the direction of perception, a ferocious demon head jumped into Alan's eyes.

This devil-like head was hung from the curtain wall in the middle of the hall, supported by metal branches. Alan walked over and sized it up. The skin of this head was dark red. It was unknown if it had been processed by some kind of technology or was originally like this. The surface of the skin was suffused with a metallic luster under the light. This made his head look like a piece of red iron.

On his forehead, there were many black bone spurs. The protruding cheekbones caused a pair of deep eye sockets to sink, leaving behind a large shadow beneath his cheeks. In the shadows, a pair of eyeballs seemed to be covered with ice chips, flickering under the glow of the lights. At first Alan thought it was just some kind of handicraft, but from below, he could see a small section of the cervical vertebra beneath his neck.

"This is Blade Demon, one of the most dangerous alien beings in the Outer Realm, Yordon." A voice came from behind Alan.

Alan turned around and saw a beautiful boy. She was about her age, with a sunny face and a pair of blue eyes. He looked somewhat similar to Bale, especially with his colored pupils. However, Bale's eyes were reminiscent of an ocean filled with ice, and the boy in front of him was able to see the clean sky.

"My name is Regis." The boy stretched out his hand. Only then did Alan notice that he was still holding a longsword in his other hand.

"Alan."

After shaking hands with this seemingly friendly brother, Allen humbly asked, "What is a Blade Demon?"

"A creature that hates any living thing. Its bones are as hard as metal. Some parts of its body can eject blades like knives. It is worth mentioning that their blood is comparable to kerosene and can be used as fuel." He pointed at the head above the curtain wall and said, "It was a great feat for Grandpa when he was young, when he fought against Yordon in the Outer Realm and killed a demon general, Habik." After all, apart from the troops of the Federation and Adahua Planet, we, Beth Cod, were the first nobles to conquer that chaotic battlefield in the Jordan Domain. "I hope that I can go on an expedition to Yordon and kill those filthy fellows like Grandpa did in the future," said Regis, his face filled with reverence. "Even the wealthy clans looked on with admiration. That was the most glorious time of the clan." I hope that I can go on an expedition to Yordon and kill those filthy fellows like Grandpa! "

Alan looked at Horn and said, "I heard you're the winner of the death arena?"

"Yes."

Regis nodded and said, "I've seen your battle. Your saber is good. Let's have a competition when we have time."

He lifted the sword in his hand and tapped Alan's chest with the handle of the sword.

Alan gently pushed the sword away and said, "I'm happy to accompany you."

"I'm starting to like you," he laughed. "Alan Reiner and the others don't even dare to compete with me. It's terrible." After saying that, the youth walked to the other side.

Alan smiled. He didn't dislike Regis. Even though he was young, he was already showing his sharpness. From his eyes, Alan could see a vast expanse of space. Perhaps this boy was the youngster Horn had mentioned before, the one who contained the starry sky.

At this moment, a faint voice sounded, "If it was me, I wouldn't have agreed to Regis' little lunatic compete with the sword."

Alan looked over and saw a well-dressed big boy carrying a glass of wine and handing one of the glasses to Alan. "I'm Kodorf," he said elegantly, "and Hyderick is my father."

"Then, my brother, did I hear you agree to compete with Regis just now?"

"Is there a problem?" Alan took the glass and asked.

Kodorf shrugged his shoulders and said, "Do you know why we don't compete with that kid? Because he's just a lunatic. He's not called a contest, he's called a fight to the death. So if you compete with him, remember not to think about mercy or anything. Otherwise …"

He made a gesture to wipe his throat.

Alan Zheng looked at him and Kodorf laughed. He patted Alan's shoulder and said, "Alright, alright, I was just teasing you. Although Little Madman's madness is a headache, he's not someone who doesn't know what's going on. Don't worry about fighting him."

"You scared me." Alan patted his chest. He wasn't afraid that Regis would fight to the death. However, in that case, he would also have to resort to ruthless moves. It would be bad for anyone to hang up the lottery at that time.

"You are so interesting. I have a chance to ask you about some interesting things on the surface. In return, I can teach you how to be a real man." Kodorf blinked and added, "I know a lot of girls."

"Really? Then why didn't you introduce me to him?" Adele's loud voice cut in.

Hearing her voice, Kodorf immediately put on a bitter face. "Morsen's Goblin, no, I have a headache when I see her. Alan, I'm leaving first."

Then he threw Allen away unfairly and gave Adele a haha. Kodorf left in a sorry state like a mouse bumping into a cat. Adele walked over to Allen, grabbed the glass in his hand, and poured the unfinished wine into her mouth.

'"That's" Allen felt a little embarrassed. Wasn't Adele kissing him indirectly when he drank the glass of wine that he had just drank?

Adele raised her eyebrows and said, "Why, I'll help you get rid of Bescot's Tyrannosaurus rex and Snow Lizard. You should thank me. So what if you treat me to a drink?"