Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 1372: Mokedan (1)

The stronghold city of Mokedan.

Before the Great Wasteland appeared, there were no so-called gate cities on the southern line of the Demonic Shadow Empire Territory. There were only a few border towns. The empire did not have any troops stationed here, so these towns maintained their apparent ownership. However, it was the local tyrants who were in charge of the town. In those years, these towns were somewhat similar to the wastelands, except that they were not comparable in scale to the wastelands.

Until the wasteland quietly appeared, Demonic Shadow Empire suddenly sent a large number of warhorses, first a few towns of the original forces back and forth a few times. After more than a hundred years of operation, Mo Kedan gradually changed from an important city to a stronghold city.

The current Mok Pill Wall was a hundred meters tall, and there were many tall buildings. The city was complex, streets crisscrossed. Everyone who came here for the first time would definitely get lost, and the people who lived here did not dare to say that they could walk from the south to the north of the city with their eyes closed. It could be seen that this city was truly worthy of being called the southern gate.

Even though this city had been demolished and built, in a few hundred years, it had been built from the scale of the previous three towns. Now, it took thirty kilometers from the south to the north, and more than seventy kilometers from the east to the west. The architectural style of Mokedan was exactly the same as that of Demoic Ring City. Architecture was more ancient than assembly lines like Dobia. Ancient buildings in Agares are often carved. The majestic black iron sculptures could be seen on the exterior walls, plazas, and barracks gates. But one of the most magnificent sculptures in the city is not anywhere else. It is heading towards the gate of the great wasteland.

This devil's head that looked like it had its mouth wide open was the south gate of Mockedan. A traveler from the wasteland had to enter through the south gate if he wanted to enter the Mockpill. It was as if he had been sent into the mouth of a demon. After Bali, known as the Berserk Demon, led the 3,000 Berserk Shadow Army into the city, this feeling became even more obvious.

Five days after leaving the wasteland, Ellen, who was sitting on the road, had this feeling when he saw Mockdale's distinctive southern city gate from afar. From afar, Mokedan looked like a large black iron block pressing down on the ground, giving off a heavy and oppressive smell. With Allen's eyesight, apart from seeing every detail of the Demon City Gate, he could also see the rough-looking fortress cannons on the city walls, the sharp steel spikes that seemed to pierce through the sky, the ubiquitous self-propelled turrets, and the pitch-black flying ships constantly rising and falling above the city. All of this was telling Alan that it wasn't easy to break through Mochidan.

Trisley's voice sounded in his ears.

"Master, do you think this city can't afford your saber?"

Ellen shook his head. "You think Mockdale is Bai Xicheng? Let alone an imperial city like this, there must be an energy shield protecting it." Of course, I'll cut down any city walls and shields with a single slash. However, after the beheading, there would still be a large number of imperial soldiers behind them. At the very least, there would be a few strong experts guarding them, right? "However, if necessary, it's not bad to slash it with a saber to give it an imposing aura."

"So it's still a matter of adapting to the situation?" Trisley fiddled with the landing console. After setting up the overland vehicle to drive automatically, she stretched her waist and said, "Finally, we're almost there. We've been sitting on four butts for the past few days. If it weren't for you not wanting to make too much noise, it would have been a while before we got on the airship."

Belmord, who was sitting next to Alan, smiled. Alan had only brought him and Trisley with him on the trip. After all, Mokedan was only here to contact the chess pieces that Alice had set up on the spot, in order to find out the truth of Mokedan and prepare for the next battle. Of course, no matter how concealed this kind of action was, there was no need to trouble others. With these two, Trisley was familiar with Mockdale, so she naturally had to take on the role of a guide. Belmord was in charge of inquiring about the situation. As for killing them when they were in danger, Allen believed that the three of them could still do so.

Unless Mo Ke Dan was willing to use all his strength and the experts in charge of this city were willing to risk their lives, there was a chance that they would be left behind. However, no matter what Alan thought, he could not imagine why the owner of the Mockpill would do this. Even if he was the Wasteland's Communist Party Master, even if he had knocked out the entire Dark Shadow Army branch, even if the army of the Forgotten Realm had come with ill intentions. Even though the other party had already received news that he was about to enter the city. If Alan was the head of the city, he wouldn't have made such a fuss. After all, he was just a budding figure to Demonic Shadow Empire. The empire was too big, and he was still very small.

As for breaking through the Moke Pill, that was two things. But now, even if Allen was shocked on this trip to Mockpill, he should still be safe. As a result, he sat in the land carriage and followed a caravan from the wastelands to Mockedan, arriving at this important city that was known as the southern gateway.

As the City Lord of Mokedan, a month ago, Gurant's life was quite pleasant. This city lord had the title of a general in the empire, but in terms of true strength, Gurant's strength, which had barely reached Level 30, was not fated to be outstanding in such a large empire. His strength depended on the experts who ate the green crystals. If he were to be placed on the east side of the empire, not to mention the city lord of a stronghold city, even an important city would not be under his control.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been thrown into the city at the southern gate. The Baals were naturally bellicose, and no one wanted to go to places like the Southern Front where they could not even fight a single war for ten years. Thus, even though Mockpill was of great significance, there was only one person like Gurant who had been thrown over. After all, the significance of this city was not war, but merely keeping an eye on the wasteland and the Realm of Remains for His Majesty in Shadow Castle.

With Demonic Shadow Empire's prestige, no one in the wilderness would be stupid enough to disturb the city, so Gurant not only enjoyed a good life here, but also enjoyed a good life. Mo Kedan guarded the entrance to Demonic Shadow Empire from the Great Wasteland. Every year, caravans kept coming and going between the two places. This undoubtedly brought Mo Kedan a lot of income. At the same time, it also made the position of City Lord a fat one. After ten years in Mokedan, Gurant's muscles had long since been replaced by his fat body, which he had now grown out of inertia. At first, the City Lord would run to the training ground for three days and two days. Two years later, he gave up completely. Mockdale's comfortable days had polished his spirit and turned him into a fat worm.

But a month ago, after the imperial general and notorious Bali arrived in the city, Gurant's power was completely wiped out. Not only did he move out of the luxurious office building, but he also had to look at Bali's face every day. This was undoubtedly a form of torture for Gurant. After a month, the City Lord had become a bit thinner.

At this moment, Gurant walked out of the building with an angry expression, which made the trusted aides behind him not dare to utter a single word. After all, just a few minutes ago, Gurant had suffered a lot from Bali's insults. Now, the city lord's mood was determined to be unlucky. After Bali took over the city, Gurant simply crossed the sun like a year. Every day, Bali would wash his face with saliva, making it difficult for the City Lord to accept it with a smile on his face. There was no other way. There was no reason for that in front of Bali. If he were to be offended, he wouldn't care who you are, and he would kill them all.

Gurant still wanted to die, so he could only greet them with a smile. As for anger and resentment, they could only vent their anger after a while.

He sat on his land car and fiercely pointed at one of the windows of the office building.

In a room inside a window, Bali stood by the window with his hands behind his back, looking in the direction of the great wasteland. Someone knocked on the door and Bali's adjutant, Ijeruka, known as the Bloodthirsty Demoness, walked in. The enchanting adjutant was dressed in a cool leather suit, and the clothes that could barely wrap around sensitive parts of his body were covered with sharp steel nails. This made her look like not only a thorny rose, but even a man-eating flower that didn't spit out its bones.

Bali habitually squeezed Ijeruka's springy butt. The latter's expression did not change at all as he said in a sexy voice filled with magnetism, "Lord, Lord Ramo is looking for it."

"Is that bastard Lamo here as well?"

"That's not true. Lord Ramo is still in Demoic Ring City. He just sent a communication request."

Bali narrowed his eyes and nodded, "Listen to what he wants to say."

Ijeruka stretched out her hand at the half-empty spot, and the light in the room immediately dimmed down. A few rays of light lit up and quickly interweaved into Lamo's figure. Bali turned around and looked at the hologram and said, "What are you doing, Lamar? Don't bother me if there's nothing important. I was just about to make out with Igeluka."

As he said that, he pulled the adjutant, put his hand into the woman's thin clothes in front of Lamo, and wantonly kneaded it on his chest. Instead of refusing, Ijeruka hooked up with Bali to show her emotions.

Ramo said expressionlessly, as if he treated women as transparent. "Looks like you've had a good time in Mockdale, General Bali," he said expressionlessly.

"Bah!" Bali gripped the woman's chest tightly and formed a strange shape. "If it wasn't for His Majesty's order, do you think I'd like to come to this place where birds don't shit? There's no war here, and even if I lose someone to kill, I won't be interested. I'm going crazy!" He said angrily.

Lamo chuckled and said, "You don't have to worry. You'll be busy soon."

"What? Your Majesty wants me to go back." Bali's eyes were filled with joy, and he even pulled his hand out of his adjutant's robe.

Ramo shrugged, "That's not true, but I've just received news that Lord Dark King of the Wilderness has already visited your Mockpill."

Bali snorted, "I've heard about the Great Wasteland, too. What a great reputation. But who are you scaring, a nobody?"

"Do you want me to remind you that he has already divested my Shadow Army's branch in the wilderness? And now, there are 100,000 troops stationed outside Gale City. So, my suggestion is that you should pay attention to it. Although I don't think it's that great, aren't you curious about how he managed to bring in the Forgotten Realm army?"