Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 1378: Battle Of Changjie (1)

The general left to prepare for what Gurant had told him. Gurant's former aide, Buddy, who was now the City Lord's Manor's butler, came to the City Lord's side and said, "My lord, aren't you going to report this matter to him?"

Gurant snorted and said, "Put it in the paper. Don't you think Bali is not taking care of it enough? He hasn't stretched out his hand long enough? Look at what our Grand Superintendent has done since he came to Mockdale. My dear Mr. Buddy, I'm almost done with you, my lord."

"A Dark King came out of the wasteland. Everyone sneered at it on the surface, and so did I. But in reality, anyone with a bit of brains would know that there had never been a co-owner in the wasteland for hundreds of years. How could such a character be so simple now? It was just that no one was willing to admit it. Now that the Dark King had arrived at Mokedan, it was definitely not simple. Didn't he station a hundred thousand troops outside Gale City? "That's definitely not for decoration. Mokedan is only separated from the wasteland by a desert. Why isn't the person on the other side clear?"

"Now that this Dark King has come to my door, I don't mind cutting off his head. The head of the Wasteland's Communist Party Master, I think it's enough to exchange for a piece of paper that I transferred out of Mokedan, right?"

Buddy sighed, "But, my lord, with just one General Smoker, I'm afraid "

"That's right, the other two generals to Bali shook his head begging tail, certainly won't listen to my orders. A single Smoker wouldn't be able to eat any Wasteland Co-owners. So Mr. Buddy, don't you think we should invite the guild leaders of Hellhound, Lion of Hell, Black Cat, and Pitch Black Ball over? Tell them that I have a big deal for them, and I don't know if they can eat it or not. "

The butler nodded and hurriedly left.

Gurant folded his hands and looked out the window with a sneer, "I can't afford to offend you, can't I hide?" Lord Bali, if you want to be impressive, so what if I give you the whole Mockpill? But do you really think this is a peaceful place? I heard that the relationship between the Wasteland Communist Lord and the forces of the Forgotten Realm is somewhat unclear. If he were to die here, I'm very curious if the Forgotten Realm would make a big move. I'm afraid that even if it was you, the chair under your butt wouldn't be very comfortable, right? "

A burst of laughter.

On the field of Mokedan's barracks, the soldiers of the Berserk Shadow Army were undergoing daily combat training. Ever since Bali brought the three thousand Berserk Shadow Army into Mokedan, more than half of the original barracks in the stronghold had been freed up for the Berserk Shadow Army to live and train in. This made the original Shadow Army of Mokedan furious. Demonic Shadow Empire had never been a friendly place. It was common for the various legions to squeeze each other. Even in normal times, perhaps because of the friction between the leaders of the two legions, the conflict within the legion was not that strange. In any case, the Autarch in Demoic Ring City had always ignored this.

If it weren't for Sbernak's shadow shrouding the entire empire, the country would have been torn apart long ago. In fact, the generals and nobles at the top of the empire knew that Spenak didn't care if the empire would last forever. To this man, he is both a country and a person. As long as he didn't die, he could pull up another empire at any time, so why would he care about how the people below jumped about?

Therefore, the upper echelons of the empire had a common understanding that internal strife was fine. But we absolutely cannot split apart, and when the foreign enemies appear, they should reach out to the outside world as soon as they appear. It wasn't how loyal they were, but they believed that if the empire really broke apart, Sbernak wouldn't mind it, but it was hard to guarantee that he wouldn't take their heads off casually. As a result, Demonic Shadow Empire's thousand years of rain and rain often looked like a crumbling edifice, but it didn't collapse.

Right now, the resentment of the Shadow Army was one of resentment, but no one dared to jump out and accuse Bali of something wrong. That was purely because they didn't want to live long. As a result, the Berserk Shadow Army, which had less than a tenth of the garrison, occupied more than half of the school grounds.

The training of the Berserk Shadow Army had always been known to be life-threatening, and there were no restrictions on their daily training other than the equipment they used to fight. Dead people were common in training, so a qualified Berserk Shadow Army warrior had to know how to survive the daily training without losing his life in addition to bravely killing enemies on the battlefield. When they started training, the school grounds naturally emitted a tragic aura. The Berserk Shadow Army was usually divided into two groups, and then charged to fight. That scene was almost the same as fighting on the battlefield.

Blood splashed down from the school grounds after a wave of attacks. By the end of January, the ground on the school grounds had been painted purple-black. That was because blood had seeped into the stone bricks. After that, even if it was washed several times, it would not be able to restore the school grounds to its original color.

Outside the school grounds was a road leading to the inner city. A land vehicle was parked on the road. In the car, Ellen looked at the school field and saw the Berserk Shadow Army charging towards him. He sighed softly, "As expected of the elites of the empire, these soldiers' killing intent is not something an ordinary army can compare to. Even the Blood Peak in Tong Wu is probably inferior by two levels."

What he hadn't said was that he could imagine how terrifying the Barbarians were when he looked at this army of mad shadows. After passing through the Forgotten Realm, arriving at the wasteland, and now arriving at the Mork Pill Alan had a deeper understanding of the Barbarians, a race that was almost universal. Not to mention the number of soldiers, the number of experts was not something that the Earth Federation could compare to. The Great Generals of the Empire basically possessed combat strength comparable to that of Marshal. There were only two Federation Marshal, and only one Demonic Shadow Empire had ten people!

If it weren't for the long years of war between Dobia and Demonic Shadow Empire, the resources and experts of the two countries would have been constantly exchanged. Perhaps the interstellar defense line that surrounded the Yordon Domain would not be able to withstand a single attack from the Barbarians. In the entire universe, only Adahua Planet could balance this chaotic race. However, if Spenak and Frius worked together, the King of Justice would also have a headache. Alan couldn't imagine what would happen if the two empires worked together.

He shook his head and said to Tracy, "Go back. Belmord should be back."

Lu Ke turned around and drove back to Mo Ke Dan City.

"Master, can that big businessman believe it?" Trisley asked in the car.

Looking out the window at the street view, Allen said, "There is no trust. Although he is a chess piece set up by the Realm of the Forgotten, I don't think he has much loyalty to speak of. I don't need his loyalty either, as long as he can provide what I want. Of course, if he has extra thoughts, I don't mind reminding him."

Alan did not say anything to remind her, nor did Trisley ask. At this time, the car turned into the 34th Street where the hotel was located. This long street was mostly open for hotels, bars, and other shops. It was relatively quiet during the day. At night, the streets were bustling with people. It was already past noon, and there should have been more and more pedestrians on the streets. But when Lu Cheng turned onto the street, not to mention seeing the traffic, not even a single pedestrian could be seen.

"Do you want to turn around?"

"It's too late." Alan said softly.

"Damn it, I just bought this car." Trisley said through gritted teeth.

"It doesn't matter. I'll compensate you if you go back." Alan smiled.

As soon as he finished speaking, a bright light suddenly lit up on the top of a hotel building on the left. In an instant, an orange light beam rushed over, slashing across the street and landing on the road. It was a series of explosions. As the fireball rose, beams of light shot out from the rooftops and windows of the surrounding buildings, causing the explosion to become even more intense.

After a round of shooting, someone pushed open the door of a bar a hundred meters away from the explosion point. It was the general named Smoker. He was fully armored with a physical cannon in his hand. The hand cannon refracted a metallic luster. The general raised the cannon and fired. A pitch-black cannonball flew into the flames. First, a pillar of fire exploded, then another string of sympathetic explosions. The shockwave of the explosion shook the buildings on both sides to the point of humming and shaking off wisps of dust.

After firing the cannon, the general casually threw it to the soldiers behind him and sneered, "What Dark King, dog shit!"

Unexpectedly, at the end of his sentence, a cold laugh came from behind him. The general quickly turned around and his pupils contracted under his helmet. A woman was standing in front of him at some unknown time, scratching her nails with a light blue dagger. Behind her, a few Shadow Army soldiers were dumbfounded, their limbs shattered, and blood slowly flowed out after they scattered to the ground. The woman looked him up and down and sneered, "Imperial general? A hundred soldiers trying to kill us? Isn't that underestimating us?"

"Who sent you? Gurant? Bali?"

Smoker drew his sword from his waist and coldly snorted, "When you die, I'll tell you myself!"

"Really? What a pity, it seems like you don't intend to say it. Originally, Master said that if you were willing to tell me, I would let you live. In that case, I'll let you go to the grave with my subordinates." Tracy squatted down slightly and suddenly exerted her strength. Her figure disappeared from the general's eyes like the wind.

Smoker roared as he raised his sword.

With a loud sound, Trisley once again appeared and pressed her hand on the sword. The dagger was pinned to the middle of the sword and her feet stepped on Smoker's chest. The general raised his sword slowly. Now, he was afraid that the Fang of Trample had nailed it into his face.

"Not bad." Trisley chuckled.

The general roared, "Get lost!"

Origin Energy erupted, and a boundless sword qi swept out like a dragon waving its claws. Trisley had already kicked the general's chest and used her strength to somersault, allowing the sword qi to sweep through the air, but in vain, she had broken the back bar's waist! Trish landed on the ground and charged forward. Trampling Fang pulled out a pale blue light and began to kill around Smoker.

Ellen appeared on the top of a hotel. He held the top of the hotel and looked at Trisley and Smoker on the street. He narrowed his eyes and said, "It's the general of the empire, but that's all." Moreover, they weren't soldiers of the Berserk Shadow Army. In other words, they were from the Quran Mission. "Looks like this City Lord can't suppress Bali. Otherwise, he shouldn't just take out this small amount of manpower, right?"

Beside him was the corpse of a Shadow Army soldier. There was also a beam gun next to the corpse. Demonic Shadow Empire's beam gun was very old, but its power was not bad. Alan picked it up and used his gun to shoot a beam of light at a window across the street. A miserable scream came from the explosion. Then, dozens of beams of light shot towards him. Alan smiled and retreated, disappearing from his original position.