Edge of the Apocalypse

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This is a good opportunity for you Demon Crow’s Feather.

Help me get rid of this person, and this territory can accept your presence in the future. Your job opportunities will greatly increase, how about it, think about it?

It’s just a level ten and eighth Knight, isn’t it possible that you can’t get it with the strength of your demon crow?

Those words flowed in George’s heart. They are like silky streams, eventually converging into a pool of water that made him sink. Until the moment before the operation started, he didn’t think this task was too troublesome. Just like that person said, with the strength of the Devil Crow, I eat a knight is out of the question, but it can’t be called hard to swallow.

And now he knew that it was simply a flame that couldn’t be eaten. Because you barely eat it, it will only blow it up.

There are two more foggy crows, but they are smaller. The purpose is not to kill, but to simply detonate those shadows formed by flames. The last Hokage was left, and was exploded by the mist feathers that George shot wildly. After the explosion, the fog swept away on the street. The air here is blazing and dry, like a desert under the scorching sun. Georgie felt his face twitching, and the muscles on his face were a little uncontrollable, so they formed a hysterical smile.

The smoke of the explosion was blown away, and George saw 2 charred bodies, which belonged to the brothers Cade and Käger 2. Then he saw Allen, who had 2 more knives in his hand. One long and one short, the long Cutting edge pitch-black as ink, the ink is as strong as it is about to drip from the Cutting edge, but the position of the knife handle is wrapped with a white cloth strip, and the contrast with the Cutting edge is dazzling. ; The short one was held in the palm by Allen’s backhand, and the knife extending from the palm was short and long and narrow, and the tip was thin and pointed, like a bayonet. The body of the knife was blood red, as if it had just been drawn from the human body, and the knife on the body was still stuck with blood with body temperature.

Black and red, long and short. Concise and deep, it brings Death Aura of assaults the senses.

The black cutting edge is being nailed to Eleanfuli’s chest, and the explosive woman is now like a cat lying lazily curled up in a winter day. One of her smooth arms still caught Allen’s trousers, but she slumped and sat down on the ground. The black knife passed through her chest, holding one end in Allen’s hand, and dripping red blood on the other end.

That is the blood of a woman.

She approached Allen silently, but destroyed the stealth power of the heat generated by the Naruto explosion. When she saw Allen cast a smiling gaze in Combustion’s eyes like flames, all Eleanfuli could do was to do all she could to get the poisoned dagger in her hand to stab Allen as quickly as possible. Heart.

But the black knife penetrated her body faster than her, like a poisonous snake, and everything was over. She didn’t even know when Allen’s hand was clearly a dagger, when it turned into two knives of different lengths and colors.

Of course she would not know, that is Death Hymn, the posture of Devil’s Praise Tier 3 Awakening. The black blade is long and thin, and the red blade is short and sharp. They have almost no extra decorations on the body, simple style, strong color, pure to the extreme, they are another beautiful.

Allen pulled the black blade out of Eleanfuli’s chest. It was light and airy, passing through the woman’s muscle, skeleton and nerves without any hindrance in the whole process. Lost the support of the blade, the dead body fell softly to the ground. In the residual flames of the surrounding ground, Eleanfuli’s skin became dry and slack, as if he was tens of years old in an instant.

And her life force and her Blood Qi essence poured into the black Cutting edge like a tide at the moment of death, and Devil’s Praise had a full meal.

Allen looked towards George, this is the last killer. Level 20, pretty good skill, but that’s it. George at Level 20, even a threat to Allen now can’t be called.

Although he has only ten Level 9.

“Kill him…Kill him!” George yelled, his pupils dilated with fear. He stretched his hand to Allen, but he quickly backed away. In the backward sight, the buildings on the left and right 2 side kept jumping down the silhouettes, and the 20 killers arranged on the street flooded Allen like a tide, and their graceful silhouettes quickly covered Allen.

But it was soon covered by a mist.

In the black, deep fog, red light flashed from time to time. The mist spread and spread, drowning and swallowing the killers of Demon Crow’s Feather endlessly. The mist was tumbling, and the assassins screamed continuously from inside. These well-trained killers, George didn’t know what they encountered or saw, that would make these horrified shouts.

The world is still going backwards.

The surge up fog chased up like a nightmare, and a killer suddenly rushed out from the dense fog that was constantly spreading. He reached out to George, thinking it was a drowning man trying to catch a life-saving wood. The eyes were filled with eager anticipation, and the mist was chasing him behind. Soon, one after another black fog, which was flashing with red light, haunted him again. Those rolling air currents held the killer like a devil’s hand.

George could clearly see that the skins on the killer’s face lost their luster quickly, they became loose, withered, and the dark spots of each and everyone floated up. Just as the years were stolen in an instant, the killer suddenly grew older. The thick hair quickly withered and fell off, like an old tree with all the leaves in late autumn, on the body with the breath of old man.

He was eventually dragged into the fog.

The mist spread, occupying every corner of George’s vision. When he reacted, he was already enveloped in mist. The breath of those everywhere, like 10000000 million insects and ants, crawled over his body, and worked hard to drill into him within the body. George yelled, and the mist feathers kept popping up. They tried to blow up the fog that called death, but all their efforts were in vain.

George cried hysterically, “What the hell is that!”

“Fog of Decay…” Allen’s voice came from the depths of the fog.

George followed the voice and saw a faint blush in the deep fog, followed by Allen’s silhouette. Allen walked through the fog, and his silhouette was faintly discernible in the fog. The black long knife in his hand is gone, and the remaining red short blade has a blood-like luster from time to time. Allen walked to George’s by one’s side, squatted down, and looked at the man who had completely lost his sense of measure: “They make All Living Things Decay, condense the long time of death into the moment of a finger. This is the realm of Death God.”

“Death God’s realm?” George raised his hand, instinctively pushing Allen away. Suddenly I saw the back of his own hand. At some point, the skin was covered with wrinkles. Blood vessels float up like azure earthworms, and there are yellow turbid patches on them: “no no no! Oh, no. It shouldn’t be like this, it shouldn’t be like this…”

The battle on street finally attracted the attention of the city defense team. When a group of soldiers arrived, the fog that made All Living Things Decay was shrinking. They rolled violently, gathered together, and finally gathered in Allen’s palm, rebuilding the long, thin black blade. Allen was holding a pair of knives in two colors of black and red, and there were corpses lying under his feet and behind him.

Without exception, these corpses were 70-80 years old.

George is not dead yet, but his face is as wrinkled as a bark. He sat on the ground blankly, seemingly somehow Allen let him go. Allen bent down and said in his ear: “Go tell Leksand if he continues to provoke me. Then you are a portrayal of his future.”

After speaking, straightening up, Allen passed by his by one’s side. George heard the soldiers asking: “Allen Knight, are you okay?”

“It’s nothing, just cooked a few annoying insects.” Allen’s voice didn’t sound irritable.

That kind of indifference made George’s heart cold.

On the 2nd day, the sharp whistle can be heard from time to time throughout Ark Harbor. Lucy leaned on the window, and Allen, who was reading a thick book while sitting on the sofa, complained, “It’s so noisy, when will they stop.”

“I didn’t know that Gilles Count’s reaction would be so intense.” Allen opened his hands and looked innocent.

This morning, I learned that Allen had been attacked last night. Gilles Count’s reaction can be described as anger. First of all, the guards, Captain and their superiors on duty last night were all removed. Several officers were thrown into prison on the grounds that because of their negligence, Gilles Count’s closest allies were attacked, and it happened in their in front of one’s eyes.

Following Gilles’ request for a thorough investigation, legion, the blood pupil servant responsible for the safety of Ark Harbor, received the highest level of execution. So a team of guards rushed into several docks, various hotels and bars. Anyone who had some questions was taken back for interrogation. Since the morning, the whistle has not stopped.

This uproar lasted for 3 days.

On the morning of the 4th day, Allen boarded the Sea Dragon, a merchant ship bound for Violet Harbor. Only a few people returned to Storm City with him this time, except for Lucy and Adele, only Regis and Bellemodre. Others such as Roy, Broy, etc. have responsibilities and stay in several important cities in Dawn Castle and Bauhinia Collar.

At 9 o’clock, the merchant ship took the anchor and left the dock in the mountain. Allen held the guardrail on the side of the ship, standing on the deck, looking at Ark Harbor.

“Not willing to leave?” Lucy next to him pulled the hair scattered by the wind blow, looking towards Allen.

“How come.” Allen laughed. “We will come back, but when we come back, everything will be different.”

At this moment, a sudden bell sounded in the direction of Ark Harbor. The low, long bells reverberated in the city and floated to the sea. Hearing this bell, the people on the boat stopped no matter what are you doing. People paid attention to the frequency of the bell, and finally turned into a silent sigh.

Allen also lightly sighed and bowed deeply in the direction moved towards city.

That is the death knell, since such a bell is sounded, there is only one thing to explain.

Oban Count is dead!

The story will continue, but there is no man who wants to revitalize the family.