Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 558: The night of death

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This is a good opportunity for you Demon Crow 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 an eighteenth-level jazz, can't it be won by 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. He didn't think this task was too troublesome until the moment before the action started. Just like that person said, with the strength of the devil crow, eating an eighteenth-level jazz is not a small dish, but it is not difficult 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 fog crows again, 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. The fog swept away in the streets after the explosion. The air here is hot and dry, like a desert under the scorching sun. Georgi 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 two scorched bodies, which belonged to the two brothers Cade and Keg. Then he saw Alan, who had two more knives in his hand. One long and one short, the long blade is as black as ink, and the ink is as strong as dripping from the blade, but the position of the handle is wrapped with white cloth, which contrasts strongly with the blade; the short one is dazzling. Held in the palm by Allen's backhand, the knife extending from the palm is short and long, with a thin and pointed tip, like a bayonet. The body of the knife was blood red, as if it had just been drawn from the human body, and the body of the knife was still stuck with blood with body temperature.

Black and red, long and short. Concise and deep, it brings a breath of death on the face.

The black blade is nailing Elaine Fuli's chest, and the explosive woman who is usually full of power is now like a cat lying lazily curled up in a winter day. One of her smooth arms still caught Alan's trousers, but she slumped and sat down on the ground. The black knife pierced her chest, holding one end in Ellen's hand, and dripping red blood on the other end.

That is the blood of a woman.

She approached Ellen silently, but the heat generated by the Naruto explosion broke the ability to sneak. When she saw Ellen’s eyes cast with a smile like flames, all Elaine could do was to do all she could to get the poisoned dagger as fast as possible on her hand. Stabbed in Alan's heart.

But the black knife, like a snake, penetrated her body faster than her, so everything was over. She didn't even know when Alan was obviously holding a dagger, and when it turned into two knives of different lengths and colors.

Of course she wouldn't know, that is the death hymn, the devil's praise of the third-order awakening gesture. The black knife is long and thin, and the red knife is short and sharp. There is almost no extra decoration on their bodies. They are simple in style, strong in color, and pure to the extreme, which is another kind of beauty.

Alan took the black knife out of Elaine Fuli's chest. It was light and airy, and passed through the woman's muscles, bones and nerves. The whole process was not hindered in any way. Losing the support of the blade, the dead body fell softly to the ground. In the residual flame light on the surrounding ground, Elaine Fuli's skin became dry and loose, as if she was tens of years old in a blink of an eye.

And her vitality, the essence of her blood, poured into the black blade like a tide at the moment of death, and the devil praised her for a feast.

Ellen looked at George, this was the last killer. Twenty level, pretty good skill, but that's it. George, at level twentieth, is not even a threat to Allen now.

Although he is only level nineteen.

"Kill him...Kill him!" George yelled, his pupils dilated with fear. He stretched his hand to Alan, but he quickly backed away. In the backward sight, the buildings on the left and right sides continuously jumped down the silhouettes, and the twenty killers arranged in the street flooded Alan like a tide. Their dazzling figures soon concealed Alan.

But it was quickly enveloped by a cloud of mist.

In the black, deep fog, wisps of red light flashed from time to time. This mist spread and spread, drowning and devouring the killers of the Devil's Feather. The mist was tumbling, and the assassins' screams kept coming 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 surging fog chased up like a nightmare, and a killer suddenly rushed out from the thick fog that was spreading. He stretched out his hand to George, thinking it was a drowning man trying to catch a life-saving log. The eyes were filled with eager anticipation, and the mist was chasing him behind. Soon, a black mist gleaming with red light haunted him again. Those rolling air currents held the killer like a devil's hand.

George clearly saw that the skin on the killer's face quickly lost its luster, they became loose, withered, and dark spots floated up. Just as the years were stolen in an instant, the killer suddenly grew tens of years old. The thick hair quickly withered and fell down, like an old tree with all its leaves in late autumn, with an aura of old age.

He was eventually dragged into the fog.

The mist spread, occupying every corner of George's field of vision. When he reacted, he was already enveloped in mist. Those ubiquitous breaths crawled over his body like tens of thousands of insects and tried to penetrate into his 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 shouted hysterically: "What the **** are these!"

"Rotten fog..." Alan's voice came from the depths of the fog.

George followed the voice, and a faint blush appeared in the deep fog, followed by Ellen's figure. Allen walked through the fog, his figure looming in the fog. The black long knife in his hand is gone, and the remaining red short knife has a blood-like luster from time to time. Allen walked to George's side, squatted down, and looked at the man who had lost his sense of measure: "They decayed everything and condensed the long time of death in the moment of a finger. This is the realm of the **** of death."

"Reaper's realm?" George raised his hand and instinctively pushed Alan away. Suddenly I saw the back of his own hand, and at some point, his skin was covered with wrinkles. The blood vessels floated up like blue earthworms, and there were yellow turbid patches on them: "No, no! Oh, no. It shouldn’t be like this, it shouldn’t be like this..."

The battle on the street finally attracted the attention of the city defense team. When a group of soldiers arrived, the mist that made everything decay was shrinking. They rolled violently, gathered, and finally gathered in Allen's palm, rebuilding the long and thin black knife. Allen was holding a pair of black and red knives like this, and there were corpses lying under his feet and behind him.

These corpses are all seventy or eighty-year-old people without exception.

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

Straightening up after speaking, Allen passed by him. George heard the soldiers asking: "Sir Alan, are you okay?"

"It's nothing, just took care of a few annoying bugs." Alan's voice didn't sound a bit angry.

That kind of indifference makes George cold.

The next day, the sharp whistle can be heard from time to time throughout the Ark Harbor. Lucy lay on the window, and Allen, who was sitting on the sofa and reading a thick book, complained: "It's so noisy, when will they stop."

"I didn't know that Earl Giles' reaction would be so intense." Allen stretched his hands and looked innocent.

This morning, I learned that Alan was attacked last night. Count Giles' reaction can be described as anger. First of all, the guards, captains and their superiors on duty last night were all removed. Several officers were thrown into prison on the grounds that because of their dereliction of duty, the closest ally of Earl Giles was attacked, and it happened under their noses.

Following Giles' request for a thorough investigation, the blood pupil mercenary group responsible for the safety of Ark Harbor received the highest level of execution. So a team of guards rushed into several piers, hotels and bars. Anyone who had some questions was taken back for interrogation. Since the morning, the whistle hasn't stopped.

Such noise lasted for three days.

On the morning of the fourth 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 Belmode. Others, such as Roy and Broy, have their responsibilities, staying in the Dawning Castle and the Bauhinia Collar in several important cities.

At nine o'clock, the merchant ship pulled up its anchor and departed from the pier in the mountains. Alan held on to the guardrail of the ship's side and stood on the deck looking at the Ark Harbor.

"Not willing to leave?" Lucy, who was beside her, looked at Ellen with her hair blown away by the sea breeze.

"Why?" 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 the bell, the people on the boat stopped no matter what they were doing. People paid attention to the frequency of the bell, and finally turned into a silent sigh.

Ellen also sighed slightly and bowed deeply in the direction of the city.

It was the death knell, and since the bell rings like this, it can only explain one thing.

Earl Aubin has passed away!

The story will continue, but there is no man in there who wants to revive the family. r1058

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