Edge of the Apocalypse

From Hughton's words, it wasn't hard to tell that he and Horn knew each other, and that there might be some grudges between them. Otherwise, Horn wouldn't have kept his mouth shut about the origin of the blue moonlight, fearing that Hughton would refuse to give him guidance if he found out. Moreover, what Hughton had said before seemed to be just a joke, which made Alan's heart skip a beat.

Hughton rolled his eyes when he saw Alan hesitate to say anything. "Alright, alright, I was just talking about fun. But since you survived the death arena, I'm not shameless enough to not even admit this promise. Otherwise, why would I give you an address?"

Alan was delighted to hear this.

"Stop." '"Magic Cube Sequence is not an easy subject to learn. Even if I teach you, you may not be able to learn it. So before I do, I need to see if you have the aptitude to learn it." Hughes changed his words. "Magic Cube Sequence is not an easy subject to learn. Even if I am willing to teach you, you may not be able to learn it."

Alan nodded and said, "That's what it should be."

"About this, we'll talk about it after you return from the surface. Perhaps you'll be killed by me on the surface, ha." Hughton said casually. Seeing Alan's helpless expression, he waved his hand and laughed dryly, "I'm kidding. Alright, let's see these two things. Go, get me the toolbox. It's over there."

Hughton pointed to a corner of the living room and picked up Dark Destruction first. Alan helped him bring the toolbox, and Hughton disassembled the dark destroyed components. When he took out the Magic Cube Sequence Chip from the toolbox. "So it was Lawrence's old thing," he said, glancing at him. "Well, that's not right. These source points are a bit cumbersome. They're probably imitations of his students."

Ellen asked curiously, "Can Mr. Hughton still see the designer of the sequence?"

"It's not difficult. Everyone's methods are different, especially those who boast of being great masters. They prefer to leave behind some of their own symbols. Like Lawrence, in his design, the number 13 is his symbol. For example, a sequence only needs ten source points to activate, and this old thing tends to increase to thirteen. For example, a more powerful sequence would require 16 source points, while the old one would be reduced to 13.

'"In this way, the first sequence will waste even more Origin Energy, while the second sequence will cause the power to fall short of the standard. Of course, Lawrence will always have his own explanation. He is one of the few masters in this field. Who would dare to question his authority? So you see, this guy is a liar with a lot of nonsense. How could he have such a reputation as me?"

Hughton had already grabbed a few tools and started modifying the Dark Destruction Magic Cube sequence: "Look, just remove the excess source points and simplify the circuitry of the energy conduction, and you can lower the usage standards."

It was easy for him to say, but it took him more than an hour to complete the readjustment of the second-grade equipment. After lowering the Origin Energy requirement, Dark Destruction shrunk from the original five Origin Energy saber shadows to three. As for the Silent Guardian, its energy absorption quota had only decreased by 5 percentage points and its defense had only been reduced by 25%. Therefore, its performance-price ratio was quite good.

After packing up the equipment, Allen bid farewell and agreed to visit after returning to Babylon with Hughton. After seeing Alan off, Hughton walked back to the living room and looked up at the corridor on the second floor. A black skirt appeared in the shadows of the corridor. Under the skirt, a pair of white bare feet were stepping on the floor. It was an unnatural pallor with a slight morbidity. From the round toes and leg lines, it was not difficult to tell that it was a girl.

"Vera, the guest has already left." Hughton whispered.

The girl in the corridor whispered "hmm". Hughton sighed softly and spread out his hands. "What do you think of that boy just now?"

The girl did not answer. Her pair of pale feet retreated into the shadows, and then her gentle footsteps gradually faded away. Hughton nodded and said, "Well, you didn't say that you didn't hate him? What a lucky guy. He passed the biggest obstacle."

"Vera, how about stewed beef with potatoes for dinner?" Hughton shouted upstairs again.

There was still no response.

Hughton shook his head, "Since not refusing is a promise, when will this child be able to walk out of that shadow?"

It was already evening when he returned to Castle Ugarte. After dinner, Alan began his Origin Energy training. However, today was obviously not as lucky as last time, and he could smoothly enter the Origin Energy Star Sea. As a result, after 36 cycles of Origin Energy, his body, which had been strengthened by the stamina potion, began to struggle. Alan could only stop and move his hands and feet to relieve the swelling and painful blood vessels.

During this night of training, the total amount of Origin Energy had only slightly increased by 1%.

The next morning, Allen arrived at the training ground and continued to practice his skating. There were only two days left before he left. He had to seize the time to practice this skill, hoping that it could play a greater role in actual combat. After practicing for half an hour, Helsing pulled a few people over and said, "Young Master, this is the bodyguard I found for you."

Alan raised his head and swept over, all of them young guards. Among them, the oldest one was no older than 25 years old, and the youngest one looked only seventeen or eighteen years old. Helsing patted the oldest guard and said, "This is Barney. Although he is young, he has been fighting in the foreign battlefield for a year. Barney is a multi-player, so I will let him be the captain of this team. As for the other members, he will introduce them."

Helsing said that he had something to do, so he should leave first. The man named Barney had curly hair that was like steel wire. His outline was sharp, his figure was even, and his movements gave off an explosive feeling. He smiled brightly and shook Allen's hand. "It's an honor to serve you, sir."

"Call me Alan."

"Alright, Alan." Barney wasn't courteous either. After all, Alan's identity wasn't disclosed, so this guard expert only treated him as the young master of one of the side branches. He began to introduce Alan to the rest of the team. There were four other guards, Jason, Diman, Arnold, and Marlene, from left to right.

Jason is an expert in explosives and firepower. He is young but very strong. He was almost two meters tall, and the blood vessels beneath his shiny skin bulged like earthworms. She was wearing sunglasses and chewing gum. When Barney introduced him, Jason revealed his white teeth and reached out to shake Alan's hand. However, when Allen's palm, which was much smaller than his, was clenched, he noticed that Jason's palm had contracted forcefully.

Alan smiled and clenched his hands. However, the two palms that were far apart in size were clenched with a giggle. A bright-eyed person could tell that the two of them were wrestling in the dark with each other with a single glance. Barney looked at Jason with a headache, afraid that he would hurt the young master. However, he saw that Jason's expression was changing drastically. At first, he still smiled, but then his smile gradually faded away and became serious. Now, he frowned and grinned, as if he was being held by Alan.

"Your hand is very stable. I believe it will be more powerful when it picks up the gun." Alan was the first to let go of the guard.

Jason withdrew his hand with an embarrassed smile and said straightforwardly, "Of course, Young Master Allen. You will find that Jason is a very brave soldier!"

The others looked behind his butt, and the guards' hands were trembling behind him. Looking at this shaking palm, all the guards who were introduced next changed into serious expressions, unlike when they first came in.

Alan used a simple method to gain their most basic respect.

Next up, Diman was a scout. This guard was very skinny. It was said that he ran fairly fast and was good at disguising and hiding. Arnold was a close combat expert. He had a tactical machete hanging behind his waist, two daggers tied around his legs, and a few throwing knives hidden on his body. It seemed that his fighting ability was reasonable. In the end, Marlene was a woman with dark brown skin that showed that she had been working in the wild for a long time, had short hair cut, and did not dare to laugh. She was a sniper herself and could be used as a firefighter when needed.

Barney also gave Alan a copy of the information, which showed that Barney himself was a rank ten engraver. As for the other members, they were all Origin Energy Cultivators of different levels. Even in the Bescort Clan, the skills of these guards were already worthy of the word "good", and what was even more precious was that they each had their own specialties. It seemed that Helsing had indeed carefully selected some talents. Of course, the cost of their mission wasn't cheap either.

Alan had to pay them 50,000 yuan for this mission, of which Barney had 20,000 yuan and the rest were divided among the four. This wasn't counting the consumption of other equipment and ammunition, and the expenses incurred during the mission. On the last page of the information, it was a payment bill. Looking at the numbers on the bill, Alan suddenly felt that his federal bonus was not as much as he had imagined.

"Then, did you find a good guard for Alan?"

In Horn's study in the main building of the castle, Helen briefed the Patriarch on Alan's situation.

"Yes, Master, this is the information of the guards." The old butler also handed Horn the same document.

Horn scanned the area and nodded. "It's enough to deal with a black group with this kind of strength. You did a good job, Mr. Helsing."

"Then it's fine. I'll go down first."

After the butler left, Horn raised his head and thought, "Anna, you can go with me. But don't do anything. After all, this is Allen's own war."

In the shadows by the window behind him, the air twisted unnaturally, and a slim figure gradually appeared. Then a slightly hoarse female voice sounded, "Yes, master, I will take good care of Young Master Allen."

Horn nodded. As for how Anna judged the boundaries of "absolutely cannot", it was not something he considered.

On the third day of breakfast, a kite frigate dragged Allen and his team to Statue of Liberty Harbor. In 30 minutes, the Blue Sky will depart from Goddess Harbor and fly to Area 13 on the surface. Allen and the others entered the lounge through a green passageway for the family's disciples. Just as they sat down, two familiar voices rang out from behind their heads.

"Alan!"

"Little Elk."