Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 54: The Song of Dawn

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"Boss, serve wine!"

Tonisf slapped the table hard and yelled, "Why don't you get drunk tonight!"

"Don't get drunk or return!"

It was night, and Allen was in a bar called "Saber" on Golden Wing Avenue in Babylon. This is a name full of military style, first because the bar sells most of it is famous for spirits, and secondly it is opened by a retired brigadier general. It is often a gathering place for Union soldiers. The decoration of the saber bar is simple, but every corner and every decoration continues the clean military style.

This is the world of men and spirits, and when Alan asked Tonisf to bring him to this bar, he was also quite surprised. After all, Tonisf's style seems to be incompatible with the bar.

"Allen, I'm so happy." The second lieutenant's voice interrupted Allen's interest in observing the bar. Tonisf took out a handkerchief at some point, choked with his mouth and said: "I have already taken the lead. The five-time death stage players, but you are the only one who wins. In the future, who will say that the boys Tonisv brought out are soft guys!"

One sentence drew the laughter from the other soldiers nearby. Tonysf grabbed the spirits that had just been delivered, and toasted, "Let's have a drink, to Alan!"

"To Ellen!"

Pour a glass of brandy into it, and Tonisf was still very excited. The ensign even jumped onto the stage of the bar, hugged a dancer who was dancing, took the microphone and said: "Today is a day worth celebrating, I can't help but want to sing a song."

Unexpectedly, Tonisf hadn't sung yet, someone had already taken down the stage.

"Please let our ears go, Lieutenant."

"Yes, your singing reminds us of the cries of the old mother chicken!"

Suddenly there was another laughter, and Allen also laughed. A waitress came over. She was very young, about sixteen or seventeen. A long brown hair dangled, eyes blurred, and a bold and open collar exposed a piece of snow-white chest muscles in the air. A soldier whistled at her, reached out and touched her butt, and stuffed the tip into her cleavage.

The girl cursed lightly, and received the tip in her pocket calmly. As he walked by Ellen, he put a glass of beer in front of him, wiped his arm with his chest, and said: "I'll please this glass."

"Hey, that lady!" Tonisf shouted into the microphone: "Don't even think of tricking our Master Ellen into your bed with a glass of beer. I tell you, he is Besk now. The celebrity of the German family! Yes, Master Horn personally invited our young master to join Beskod this morning. He has a promising future. At least he can be a brigadier general in the future, so please move your breasts, that position Should be left to other ladies of yours!"

The soldiers yelled at the same time, and the girl flushed suddenly, bitterly scolded "Damn shemale", but walked away helplessly. Just like Tonisf said, Alan is already a Bethkod member, and he was personally invited by the clan patriarch Horn, and his position in the family will definitely not be too low in the future. The worst person who can accompany such a person is the daughter of an ordinary noble family, and she will never be an ordinary waitress.

In Babylon, class is far more demanding than imagined. If you don't have enough power and ask for something that shouldn't belong to you, death is already the lightest punishment. The girl didn't want to be told by a noble daughter that she had thoughts about Allen, and then someday died in a remote alley inexplicably.

Sometimes, offending your lady is far more terrifying than those who are merciful everywhere.

After the little episode, Tonysfu ignored the dismantling of the soldiers underneath, and began to sing in a hoarse voice: "The morning sun has awakened me, and the birds on the windowsill are already singing. I thought it was just a repetition. In the morning, their arrival changed everything..."

"The meteor shining in the sky brings not the gospel of heaven, but the revelation of hell. The sea has set off huge waves, the mountains have collapsed in gunfire, and the city has become a sea of ​​flames. We can never hear laughter anymore. , Only the devil's whisper..." At first, some soldiers gradually responded. They sang in a low voice while slapped the table with their hands, forming a common tempo.

"Day is replaced by night, and the world is left with blizzards and violent winds. But there is a voice shouting that humans should resist!" Tonisev's voice gradually increased: "So we packed up and left the familiar village. Ahead. It’s the endless darkness. We don’t know where our way home is. But we have to face the ice and snow, towards the direction of the storm, and charge! Charge!"

The rhythm of the song is getting faster, almost all the soldiers in the bar have joined the chorus: "No matter how strong the enemy is, we will not retreat; even if the **** of fate has abandoned us, we must rush to the battlefield of the unknown and tear the darkness away. Crack, let the dawn of dawn illuminate the other side of the day!"

"Thousands of soldiers refer to billions of glory. I will die in battle, but also make the enemy fearful! We are the blade of dawn, we are the shield of hope. On the monument of heroic spirits, we will be carved Name!"

Next are several repeated melodies, but the soldiers sing more and more urgently. The fast melody, the passionate lyrics, even if Alan is not a soldier, he still hears passionately. He didn't know that this was "Song of Breaking Dawn", a song written to commemorate that epic war. It is well known in Babylon and even more popular among soldiers. When the soldiers roared the last exciting note, the singing stopped abruptly.

The sudden interruption left a huge blank, and it gave people a deep shock in the soul!

"Drink!"

I don't know who called the sentence, and then everyone is arrogant. Even Allen was in agitated mood and couldn't help drinking a few more glasses at the moment. He hadn't drunk so much wine before, and after a few cups, the alcohol immediately surged, and the world became blurred in his eyes.

Finally, the boy was too strong to drink and fell asleep on the table with his wine glass.

It is also a bar, "Twilight" is much more expensive than "Saber". Located at the southern end of Jinyi Avenue, next to the bustling Hatton Commercial Street, the people who enter and exit here every day are rich or expensive. Twilight strongly emphasized a kind of restrained luxury to meet the aesthetic standards of the nobles at the moment. Using an arch dotted with stars as the gate, walking along the red carpet is an unpretentious partition. The only decoration is a mural inlaid with Masek porcelain on the partition.

However, when you turn around the partition, a huge space with a dark blue background/scene will shock your eyes. Here is the twilight hall, with dance floors, bars, public areas and hidden decks. The bar is decorated with stained glass curtain walls, stone carvings, crystal chandeliers, and even a small fountain in front of the performance stage as a partition!

Twilight is far above the saber no matter its scale or passenger flow. People who enter and exit here are well-dressed and elegant, like a miniature of upper class society. Of course, Twilight does not entertain all the nobles, but rather the wealthy people of Babylon. Babylon is a place with distinct classes, even in all walks of life. With Twilight's aptitude, the guests are mostly rich people, inferior nobles, or offspring of some aristocratic families.

The real wealthy and aristocrats don't bother to hang around in such places at all.

But even so, there is also an insurmountable concept of class in the twilight. For example, those elegant concealed decks are only open to the aristocracy. Even if the common people have money, they can only wander in the public area. At this moment, a burst of laughter erupted from a deck, which attracted the attention of others. Inside there were seven, eight, fifteen and sixteen-year-old half-elder children. These older children were basically the children of a certain family.

One of the big boys with a sturdy figure, brown hair combed with greasy hair, and freckles on his face was clearly the focus of his sight. He used exaggerated expressions and large movements to narrate his fight with the two family guards: "...in the end I took a volley kick and knocked Megan down."

"What about after?"

"Afterwards, of course I will celebrate with Ye Ni's girls. Don't ask me where to celebrate. In short, I can only say that those girls are too spicy."

Everyone suddenly burst into laughter, and a boy raised his glass and said, "Come on, let's have a drink for the promising Master Vincent."

"Fuck!"

After three rounds, someone said: "Vincent, I heard that you Bethcod just recruited a kid named Allen. That is the winner of this death ring, isn't it?"

Vincent dismissed it and said: "It's just a surface untouchable, how much he can do, the big deal is a family warrior."

Unexpectedly, he just finished talking. Someone faintly said in the other deck at the back: "I don't think so."

Vinson immediately changed color, stood up and said coldly: "Do you know who I am? I don't need you to comment on what I say!"

The man chuckled slightly: "Cousin Vincent, what a big air."

Vinson was dumbfounded and walked into the deck behind. There are not many people in this deck. A teenager older than Vincent sits in it, and there is a hot **** the left and right. The young Fang Zheng's face has a deep contour, his short dark brown hair is fully capable, and his eyes are bright and energetic, and he seems to be able to look directly at people's hearts.

Seeing him, Vincent immediately put a smile on his face and said, "It turns out to be Cousin Kodoff, why are you here in Twilight?"

"It's boring to go around and find that this place is actually not bad." The young man pushed a hand to the **** the left, motioned her to sit down, and gave Vincent the position.

Vinson was not welcome, and sat down, poured wine for Kodov with his own hands, and said, "Kodov, what did you mean by that?"

"Obviously, that kid named Allen is definitely not as simple as being a family warrior." Kodov shook his glass, looked at Vincent with a smile, and said, "Don't forget, that was Grandpa himself. Invited object. Do you think Grandpa would be so bored that he would specially invite a future family warrior?"