Edge of the Apocalypse

Weapons possessing abilities were not rare in this era, but they were limited to magical weapons. For example, Ellen's Berserk Slaughter, now Dark Destruction, activated the Magic Cube sequence through the input of Origin Energy, allowing the weapon to possess a certain type of ability. The Devil's Praise was definitely not a magical weapon. During those few days in Sanda Town, Ellen had checked the dagger in idleness.

It was not like a magic energy weapon. With a detachable component, there would naturally be no Magic Cube sequence. More importantly, this dagger was completely integrated. Alan couldn't find a single crack in the blade, handle, or even the Devil Gem at the end of the saber. This made it impossible for the youth to imagine how it was forged.

When it came back to abilities, Allen and the killer fought with all their might, and their minds were basically focused on fighting. As a result, many details had been ignored. When the killer caught the demon and praised him, Alan could clearly feel that the killer's blood energy had been absorbed by the dagger and a trace of pure life energy had been channeled into his body through some unknown method.

It was a power that had no attributes whatsoever and was infinitely close to the source of life. It was full of vitality, and the moment it entered Allen's body, his injuries were relieved. It was as if Alan had used a dagger to extract his opponent's life force, and it was filled with an evil aura.

The dagger was like a mystery, and the man who praised the demon to his mother was even more of a mystery.

Who was he? Was the devil's praise his own thing, or did he get it from somewhere? A series of questions almost crushed Alan's head. A burst of exhaustion assaulted him. He yawned and finally fell asleep.

Alan slept soundly, and the night fell quietly outside the window. The youth was still unconscious. The ward was gently lit. The devil's praise was quietly placed by the table. The scene in the room seemed to be frozen at a single point. Time no longer passed, and the scene did not change at all. It was only when a faint red light flashed across the Devil Gem at the end of the dagger that the door quietly opened.

Horn walked in and his footsteps fell silently. Putting his felt hat and walking stick aside, he sat in front of Ellen's bed and looked at the sleeping boy's side. The outline of that side face made Horn feel as if he had seen his daughter Lanny, and his chest felt a slight pain for no reason.

The chief of the Bescot clan sat quietly without waking Alan up.

Alan suddenly woke up, and by the time he sat up, Hawes had already left. There was a glass on the bedside table, filled with warm water and rising with faint hot smoke. Looking at the cup, Alan seemed to understand something.

Alan had quite a few guests during his stay in the hospital. Adele and Regis were basically frequent visitors, and the former never forgot to remind Ellen how timely her bombardment had been and how miserable the killer had been. He would end up looking at Alan with glittering eyes and then point to an item in some fashionable electronic magazine to show how much he liked it. So today Allen's electronic bill had some of Adele's favourite gadgets; As for Regis, he was very concerned about Alan's health. However, every time he greeted him, he would inevitably add words like "I really want to fight you again." Thus, Alan could not help but guess the true meaning behind his greetings and concern.

There were other people in the family who came to visit Alan, and Kodorf came quite often. And every time he came, Alan noticed that his female companion was different. Kodorf was also concerned about Alan's body. Unlike Regis, he always says, "Brother, get better. It's not easy to meet girls like this."

Barney, the captain of the guards, had also been here once. It was a solemn meeting. That day, Alan took two nameplates from Barney. They were Arnold's and Diaman's names. Arnold was killed on the spot in the attack that day. Deeman was shot in the chest. Although he died on the spot, he didn't make it to the hospital and died on the way.

Barney told him that the family had just paid a pension to the families of the two deceased. But for him, to return these two nameplates to his family was the real thing that made him sad.

After Barney left, Alan didn't say a word all afternoon.

Returning to Fort Ugarte was already a month after the attack.

"Young Master, I'll leave your things here for you." The housekeeper, Helsing, had several male servants put Alan's clothes and armor boxes neatly in the living room and added, "Master told me to tell you to have a good rest this week. Next week, you will get the report from Dawn Blade. Master has already dealt with the admission procedures for you."

"I see. Thank you, Mr. Helsing." Alan nodded.

"Then there's nothing else. I'll take my leave first."

"Please wait a moment." Ellen stopped him and said, "Can you get Barney for me?"

Helsing looked at him and nodded, "You can see him in the training area in 10 minutes."

When Alan arrived at the clan training area, he didn't see Barney and was knocked into by Regis. '"Come on, Ellen. Let's fight and see if your body will rust after a month in the hospital," said Regis as he ran over and grabbed his hand.

"Another day." "I'm here for Barney," Ellen said, pulling him back.

Seeing this, Regis let go of his grief and said, "Then I'll practice on my own."

After taking two steps, he turned around and said, "Alan, they are family warriors." Every warrior had been prepared to sacrifice themselves for the clan from the moment they joined the clan. Correspondingly, the family will provide them with a way to advance and give their families a good living environment. If they die in battle, the family will give them subsidies and appropriate care for their families. So, you don't have to worry too much about it. "

With that said, Regis left. Alan smiled bitterly. He knew all of this. But to Regis, Arnold and Diman were just family warriors, and sacrificing their masters when necessary was a matter of course. However, he was never born in this ancient family, so he couldn't think the same way as Regis.

For Alan, it was a kill game against him. Arnold and Diman were innocently implicated. They would die just because they were traveling with him. So to Alan, he felt that he had indirectly killed two warriors.

"Young Master Regis is right." Barney's voice sounded from behind, "Young Master Allen, you don't really have to worry about Arnold and Diman."

Alan turned around and asked, "Have you returned the nameplate to your family?"

Barney smiled bitterly, "I was just about to deliver it."

"Then, bring me along."

Like the other family guards, Arnold and Deaman's family were also in Lewin Town. Barney brought Alan to visit two families. Alan watched the whole process silently. Arnold was the father of three children, the youngest of whom was only two years old and was still hugged by his mother. When the mother took Arnold's nameplate, she cried her eyes out.

As for Diman, he had yet to start a family. There was only an elderly mother in the family. When she received the nameplate, the old man did not cry, but sighed sadly.

To Beth Cod, it might only be two more powerful guards, but judging from the large number of guards in the clan, killing two people was actually a trivial matter. However, for the two families, they could no longer see their close relatives, and could only remember them from photographs or memories in the future.

This was only a surface mission, so how many guards would be sacrificed for the Beth Cord Clan? Allen thought that would be a suffocating figure. Was there a pile of bones buried beneath the foundations of the castle? And how many sacrificed warriors couldn't return to their hometowns during the expedition to the Outer Realm?

On the way home, Alan was speechless. When he saw Castle Ugarte again, he had a completely new concept of the family.

"Young Master, are you alright?" Barney looked at Alan worriedly. He looked very different from the young masters of other clans. At the very least, Nick had never seen a young master personally return the nameplate to his family. However, it had to be said that this young master's actions earned him respect, not to mention the emotions that his eyes revealed along the way were not artificial, but sincere.

Ellen shook his head and took a deep breath. "I'm fine. Thank you for letting me participate in today's events. These events have taught me a vivid lesson. At the very least, they have taught me what responsibility I should bear for every order and every action in the future."

"As for Arnold and Diman, this matter will not be let go. They are warriors, and even if they die, the battlefield is their destination, not their death by sneak guns." Alan raised his head and looked up at the towering castle. "I know that my current ability is limited and I can't respond. But no matter how long it takes, I will give them an answer. One day, the person behind all of this will have to pay with blood!"

Barney's body trembled slightly. Looking at the thin back of the youth in front of him, it was as if he saw another Horn. Back then, Horn was able to expedite Yordon, leaving behind an unparalleled reputation and pushing Beth Cod to the peak. To be able to do this, Horn and his subordinates, the Thirteen Secret Warriors, naturally had great credit. However, the key to this was Horn's subjugation.

Unlike other clan leaders, he did not treat the clan warriors as consumables, or even numbers. Horn regarded each warrior as his comrade, companion, and the thirteen secret warriors as close friends. It was this close connection that allowed Horn's family army to unleash their extraordinary battle prowess, planting the Griffin flag of Beth Cod in the chaotic battlefield of the Yordon Domain!

For a clan warrior like Barney, even if a warrior died as a confidante, he would die without regrets.