Edge of the Apocalypse

Boom!

On the other side of the apron, a ball of blue and white lightning suddenly rose. The shockwave of the explosion was powerful, and the radius of its power reached an astonishing twenty meters. Lightning and fire rose, and a rich aura of Origin Energy danced in the air. Obviously, it was not an ordinary weapon, but an attack from a magical energy weapon.

A slender figure staggered out of the lightning and rolled on the ground, suppressing the flames around him. It was a girl, in her early thirties, her short hair charred. Her face and chest were dyed red with blood. She struggled to get up, but she spat out a mist of blood from her nostrils and mouth at the same time. In the blood mist, there were also some debris of internal organs!

"You'd better lie still." A processed electronic synthesizer rang out. Another figure passed through the curtain of fire and aimed a large caliber magical artillery at the woman. "Otherwise, I'll have to shatter your head."

Judging from his size, he could tell that he was a man. Tall and well-proportioned. She wore a khaki-colored robe and a full-cover helmet on her face, making it hard to see her appearance.

"Do you know what you're doing?" The woman on the ground asked.

The man shrugged his shoulders and said, "Of course. I'm threatening Ms. Anna of Bethcock with a rank ten Magic Cannon. She's following Patriarch Horn on an expedition to the Outer Realm. After ten years of conquest, she's one of the only three secret warriors left when she returns to her hometown."

"Very well, then you should also know what the price for attacking Bescot is!"

"Of course I know. I will die. So don't worry, someone has to pay for this. So, just lie here obediently."

"That won't do. Master's order is to protect that boy." Anna suddenly jumped up from the ground, her movements vigorous, as if she wasn't injured at all.

Another bolt of lightning exploded in the distance, but at this time, Alan had no time to care about it. His equipment was still in the chest. At this time, the other party would not let him put on a silent guard and take out a straight knife to destroy it. Allen only had the dagger tied to his thigh and the devil's praise could be used. Just as he threw away his armor chest and reached out to touch the dagger, various force fields of different natures covered Allen's head.

At first, his line of sight suddenly darkened, as if the sun was blocked by an invisible hand. Then, his blood accelerated, his heartbeat quickened, and his hands and feet trembled coldly. It was as if he was facing the most terrifying thing in his heart. An indescribable terror drowned his heart, almost suffocating Alan. Finally, his nerves became dull, and the palm that extended towards the dagger seemed to take several centuries before it could touch the handle of the dagger.

At this time, Jason's dagger had already stabbed at Alan's heart like a venomous snake.

In just a short moment, Allen's body had been exerted with the abilities of "dim vision", "fear", and "weakened perception". The superposition of several abilities caused his condition to fall to the bottom. Alan Tong's eyes widened as he looked at the dagger, but he couldn't do anything about it.

Death had never been as close as this moment, nor had it ever been so clear. Alan could almost imagine that his opponent's dagger would pierce deeply into his heart and shatter it into pieces!

At this moment, the devil's praise for the gem suddenly lit up. Then, a strange force penetrated Allen's body through the dagger. That strange energy directly smashed into his blood vessels, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, driving Allen's own Origin Energy to fly wildly and screaming.

The light returned to its brightness, the horror in his heart fading away, and his nerves became sensitive again. Allen's hand finally touched the handle of the dagger. The devil's salute bounced, and the jewel at the end of the handle pulled out a scarlet ribbon of light in the sunlight, like the gaze of a devil!

With a loud sound, the devil's salute landed on the other party's dagger and pushed it away from its original orbit. The dagger slashed across Alan's chest, tearing open a wound. Alan snorted and kicked the assassin in his abdomen under the astonished gaze of the other party. At the same time, he also used his strength to fly back and pull the distance away.

The killer stopped and pounced on him again. He waved his dagger repeatedly and took his life. Alan's eyes were red as if they were about to bleed. Instead of retreating, he charged into the killer's saber screen. The devil's praise also flew up and down, counterattacking fiercely!

Alan ignored the killer's seductive moves. As long as the dagger didn't pierce through the vital parts, he wouldn't be able to dodge it. The opportunity to retaliate allowed the Devil's Praise to drink his opponent's blood. The devil gem in Allen's hand grew brighter and brighter. Whenever the blade ripped open the opponent's body, the killer's blood would disappear completely when it landed on the dagger.

After a brief and intense battle, the killer discovered that his Origin Energy had dropped sharply, causing him to feel powerless after bleeding too much. He was somewhat puzzled. Although Alan had created quite a few wounds, he seemed to have lost blood too quickly. Inadvertently, his gaze fell on Alan's dagger. In the sunlight, Allen's dagger was still as white as ever, far from the blood-stained weapon in his hand.

The killer suddenly had an idea that even he himself felt was ridiculous: It was not a dagger, but a vampire!

Another burial.

Jason's dagger stabbed towards Alan's waist. Alan took a deep breath and slid forward, leaving another bloody wound on the side of the dagger's rib. But even so, his eyes were still cold. At the same time, the devil praised him and pinned him to the killer's chest. The other party suddenly grabbed the devil's salute with one hand, and the sharp blade immediately cut his palm to the point that blood flowed out. The killer originally wanted to take advantage of Allen's weapon to kill him.

Suddenly, his palm ached. He was shocked to find that the blood and Origin Energy in his body were being sucked crazily by something. However, in an instant, the Origin Energy and Blood Qi rushed out of his body like a raging flood, causing the killer's soul to dissipate. After letting go of the devil's praise and retreating, an orange light suddenly flashed in front of him. The killer had already been hit by a fireball. The violent explosion sent him and Allen flying, and Allen rolled a few times before stopping.

He looked to the other side, and Adele sat down on the ground, with the Pandora's Cannon in hand. The eldest young miss of the Morsen family looked weakly at Alan and forced a smile, "You owe me one."

At this time, a sharp siren sounded, and the Federal Floating Island Garrison arrived late.

Paul looked at the report in front of him with such a headache that even his favorite latte was not in the mood to put it in front of him. Just five minutes ago, a sudden attack took place on the plateau of Liberty Harbor's traffic airship. If it was just an attack, then it would be fine. The person who was attacked was actually from the Bescot family. This was a big problem.

Beth Cod was not an ordinary family. Even if the young man who was attacked was only a disciple of a side family, he was not a small magistrate of the floating island. Besides, when the attacked teenager was sent to a federal hospital for treatment, Anna the Blood Scorpion of Bescot, a terrifying woman, threw the corpse of a criminal involved in the attack to him.

Beth Cod's secret warrior, Blood Scorpion, was also wounded, but this terrifying woman left as if nothing had happened. Among Paul's few privileges, he only knew that Anna was one of only three of the fifteen Secret Warriors who had accompanied him when Bethcote's Patriarch Horn had gone on an expedition to the Jordan Domain to fight the chaotic battlefield.

No matter how stupid Paul was, he knew that the boy's identity was not ordinary.

Paul had two corpses in his possession. One was provided by Anna, and the other was the murderer who attacked the young master of the Bescot family. It was only after Paul took over the investigation that he realized how tricky the task was. After taking samples of the corpses from his subordinates, the report pointed out that the DNA of the two killers was not in the federal gene bank records.

Paul also knew how difficult it was to find two killers without any proof of identity.

The sheriff is already considering whether he should lure Zhe to resign and throw the tricky question to others. Although he would lose a large pension in this way, it was better than being held accountable by Beth Cod.

Just as the sheriff was having a headache over the aerodrome attack, his assistant ran in with a panicked expression and shouted to Paul, "Sheriff, there was an explosion in the morgue. Those two bodies …"

"How is it?" Paul roared.

"Nothing!"

"How could it be gone!"

The assistant said bitterly, "It's a plasma annihilation bomb. There are more than two corpses. The entire morgue, including the five staff members …"

Paul sat back in his chair and called out after a while, "Contact the Secretary of Security. This is no longer something we can handle."

At the same time, Paul was glad that someone wanted to destroy the corpse and completely destroy their clue. However, the opponent's movements were too big and involved the staff. In this way, he could safely extend this matter to the height of an attack on federal personnel, thus leaving this headache to the Security Department to deal with.

In a dim space, a beam of light suddenly lit up. He threw it down from the dome and shone on a man. The man was wearing a mask. On the left side of the mask was the picture of a spade "J" on a poker card. At this moment, a screen lit up in front of him, followed by the second and third sides. There was no human figure in the three screens, only a wave line representing sound.

The sonogram on one of the screens was the first to change, and a processed electronic synthesizer sounded from the communicator, "How's the good tail going?"

"It's done. The corpses of the Black Skull and the Phantom have been destroyed. Neither the Federation nor Bescord will get any clues. As for the Highland Eagle, I've already sent him to where he should be." Said the masked man. His voice was also specially processed, and he could not hear the original voice.

"Very well, but that boy is still alive and well. We lost the Highland Eagle and the Black Skull, not to mention the Level 20 Ghost." A woman's voice sounded on the left.

"There's nothing we can do about it, madam. We need someone to suppress the Blood Scorpion, but obviously, the Specter is not a match for the female scorpion." The masked man replied.

"Alright, the operation failed. Then you owe us an explanation, J. Spades." On the right side of the screen, the sound waves undulated. One could imagine the person behind the screen roaring.

"Of course, I will give you a reasonable explanation, three brothers of the Light Concealment Society."