Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 1114: One person, one knife

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"My lord, this time I heard that the imperial capital is going to march with the dragon army and the mixed team of other legions. I'm afraid I can't stop it with my Hellhound alone."

Jerio looked at the man in the high position with a distressed expression. The duke who sneaked into Olísgar to assassinate Tangerio after failing, and then publicly issued a betrayal declaration. Oh no, the empire has reclaimed his title. But in the twenty years of Tangliou's reign, he has held the supreme power of the empire for a long time, and the arrangement for so many years, even if the title is taken back, has little effect on him.

So Mason can still laugh at this time, and even his voice is three-point milder than usual: "My dear Lord Earl, your city is Milaham. Although it is inconspicuous, it is a solid seat. City. Also, I will deploy enough materials and manpower for you to arm it to your teeth. At least you can drag Woodrick for three days, right?"

"This is the problem, my lord." Jerio smiled wryly: "If Woodrick participates in the siege, I am afraid I can't hold it alone."

"It turns out that this is what you are worried about. It's easy to handle, Earl Jerio." Mason patted his palm lightly.

There was a cold female voice behind Jerio: "Renise obeys your orders, my lord."

The earl's hair and beard are all upright, and he must turn around and cut it when he reaches out to touch the giant sword. When he touched the air, he remembered that the giant sword wolf had been released when he entered the castle, and his hand was hung in the air awkwardly. After a while, I took it back. Before a woman walked, she was petite and wore a leather jacket that was close to her body. The leather suit on her is so tight and thin, it looks like a woman's second skin. Jerio had no trouble seeing the two bulges on the chest of the leather jacket. Under his eyes, there was no difference between a woman and no clothes.

At this moment, she turned her head, and Jerio realized that she was wearing a mask on her face. The mask was only half of it, and the edges were stitched together with the skin. Those earthworm-like dark red stitching patterns made Jerio's back look cold, and the woman glared at him before she retracted her gaze.

Mason said happily, "How is it, Jerry. This is a killer I carefully cultivated, not to mention that Renesse is only level 25. But her concealment skills are top-notch, when she bursts out with all her strength. At the time, even the empire generals will have a headache. A bad deal is not dead and wounded. So you can imagine such a picture, when the dragon army is fully attacking, Woodrick or other masters also participate in the siege. Renesse approached them quietly, and then gave a slaying blow... It’s great, isn’t it?"

"So, you two should cooperate well."

Jerio squinted his eyes, his thoughts pulled away from the picture of the memory, and returned to this moment. He looked at the iron seat subconsciously, and Jerio had never seen her since the female assassin Renesse followed to Milahan. But the earl always felt like she was by his side. Maybe the impact on him was so great when Reness first appeared, that she was a little suspicious now. The most obvious is that when the earl was gentle on a woman, he was not lifted for the first time in his life because of the thought of Renesse!

This is simply a great shame.

But that assassin was indeed terrible, and Jerio asked himself that his strength was not weak. But he didn't notice it until the woman spoke. Now think about it, if the woman didn't speak but stabbed him, would he not notice until the blade entered the body? Jerry only felt that the suit under the heavy helmet had been wet with cold sweat, this armor was there

(To the end of this chapter, please turn the page) Not only does a woman feel insecure in front of her, she seems cumbersome.

As a loyal supporter of Mason, Jerio never knew that Mason still had such a killer. Now Mason transferred Renice to his side, first to assist him, and secondly, there was no intention of monitoring. If Jerlio turns to the battle, he believes that Woodrick will not be the first to take the shot, but the female assassin.

Thoughts are flying, and when the war begins, this state is not perfect. In a trance, Jerio heard a low whisper. He recovered his mind and saw the surrounding soldiers craned their necks and looked down the city, step by step: "What happened?"

"It's strange, my lord." The Hellhound's commander reported: "The enemy blew the offensive horn, but..."

"But what?"

"However, only one person appeared."

"One person?" Jerio stood up with his hand on the handrail, strode over to the wall and looked down. Sure enough, in the field outside the city wall, in the camp of the dragon army opposite, only one person walked out. The other party didn't even ride a horse, and Jerio squinted his eyes, exhausting his eyes, and saw that it was a young man. The morning sun made his short silver hair fluttering with fluorescent light, dressed in a silver-gray shirt, and a young man with a knife on his back, so he walked in the direction of Mirakhan.

One person, one knife.

It has become the focus of the battle at this moment!

"Is Woodrick crazy?" Jerio sneered: "Does he think that an earl can take my Milaham? A joke!"

The Hellhound commander laughed, and the laughter continued to spread. After the initial surprise of the soldiers on the wall, the imperial team's unwise actions made them laugh loudly. The Earl's combat power can indeed enter the forest of the strong in the empire, and it is above average. But if any earl can break Melaham, unless the city is made of paper.

Merraham is certainly not paper-cut, let alone the Hellhound guarding over a thousand. Just the towering city walls, many defensive equipment and other fortifications can make an earl hate on the spot, if he insists on attacking.

So the figure that came from the opposite side seemed to be here to die.

Woodrick squinted his eyes halfway, looking at the figure that was walking far away, and said: "No matter how you look at it, this is the craziest decision I have ever made."

Julian next to him smiled and said: "Since Earl Alan personally made the request, I think I can take a bet. This Earl, but killed the strong man who killed the shadow for me."

"But Juesha cannot break Myrahan, maybe the two can't be regarded as the same, your royal prince."

"What does it matter, let him try." Belleky, who was smoking, said lazily, "Earl Allen doesn't seem to be the kind of reckless man who only knows how to charge. , He will find a way to get out. Compared to that, don’t you want to see how our earl broke the city alone?"

"If he could do this, he would be enough to squeeze into the Ten Saints. But as far as I know, this earl doesn't seem to hide his power. At least, he doesn't hide so much." Woodrick rubbed his brows: "But if he can do it, it really saves us a lot of effort."

"Let's wait and see, see, he stopped."

Allen stopped, five hundred meters away from the walls of Myrahan. He looked up and saw the towering city walls shine through in the morning sun

(This chapter is not over, please turn the page) It has a simple but solid taste. This fortress city has never fallen since its completion. Will it be an exception today? Allen didn't know, he only knew to do his best, regardless of the consequences.

He left everything behind.

Yuanli roared in the body, and the sky-fire Yuanli illuminates every blood vessel in Allen. If you observe carefully, you will find that the inner walls of Allen's blood vessels will now be illuminated with wispy lines. This is a vision that only appeared after he had battled with the beast in the depths of his consciousness. However, this vision is too subtle, and Allen has never mobilized the source force as much as this moment, so he never knows.

A little igniting light permeates from the veins of each blood vessel, and they merge into the source of the sky fire, like fire oil dripping into the flames, urging the sky to increase the source of fire!

The sky is starting to dim.

A soldier on the city wall finally noticed this. He raised his eyes suspiciously to the sky, but saw that there was a cloud at the end of the sky, and the sun could still be seen. Suddenly the soldier rubbed his eyes and wondered why he could see the sun today, which cannot be seen directly. That's because the surrounding light has become dim. The reason why the light has dimmed is because of the flames rising from Alan's feet and gradually spreading around.

A little spark fell from the sky, landed on Jerio's shoulder armor, scorched a little red light, and disappeared. Jerio looked towards his shoulder, and then there were more sparks floating in the corner of his eyes.

Fire dancing in the sky.

Ellen's hand rested on the hilt of the Scarlet King, and a series of vermilion flame patterns appeared, forming the engraved "Vanxiang Ashes". He has silver hair that dyes the flames red inch by inch, and when Alan raised his head, his eyes are scorching flames!

With a choke, the red king comes out of his sheath. Fire spurted from the scabbard, and the king made a semicircle with the tip of the sword pointing to the ground. From the blade's edge, the dark red burst of flame sprayed out, and then gathered, wrapped around the red king's sword, swaying like a flaming battle flag.

At some point on the wall, all the laughter disappeared. Look at the man, the knife, and the fire in the city! No one could laugh anymore, including Jerio. An invisible sense of oppression made them stop laughing, and even their breathing seemed heavy. Jerio reacted first and shouted angrily: "What are you waiting for! Catapult, heavy crossbow, artillery, all attack me!"

The order spread quickly, and the officers at all levels awoke like a dream, shouting and ordering various equipment to operate. Pieces of huge stones weighing several tons were thrown out by the catapult, and the stones drew a parabola in the air, slamming them in the direction of Allen with a palpitating whistling sound. The heavy crossbows adjusted their direction and fired one after another, shooting out the black iron crossbow arrows with thick arms. The artillery roared, and the flames from the muzzle were full of Michel, and the strong propelling force blasted the shells out, sandwiched between the huge boulders and heavy crossbows, like a black rainstorm falling on Allen.

Alan looked around and saw that some heavy crossbows caught the boulder in mid-air and bounced off, while the artillery shells hit the crossbow bolt volley and exploded, but more boulders, crossbow bolts and artillery shells fell towards him. With a smile on the corner of his mouth, the burst of flames on the Scarlet King suddenly condensed into the blade, and the long sword was bright red than blood. Allen raised his hand and waved horizontally.

The blade of the blade slashed through the air, leaving a trace of vermilion blade light everywhere, with black threads sandwiched in the blade light, and a volcano-like aura surged through it. At the middle of the stroke, Chiwang paused, and Hajime stroked it completely, the blade trembled, leaving a strong ending.

The space seemed to have torn open a gap, and then the wound began to advance and expand!

(End of this chapter)

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