Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 1379: Battle Of Changjie (2)

The next three minutes were like a nightmare to the Shadow Army soldiers.

In their eyes, Allen was only around Level 26. This little bit of strength could only be considered an ordinary expert in the Mockedan. In the army, it was roughly at the level of a middle-ranked officer. For example, the captain who was leading this team now had the strength of Level 27. However, such a person's actions were too shocking. No matter how the Shadow Army Leader commanded, the other party could always leave before the soldiers closed the encirclement, and then grab the gap and send a beam of light into the soldiers' bodies.

Allen did not shoot many times, but every shot was hit, and the location of the shot was the fatal part. In three minutes, the group of about a hundred people had already died, leaving more than a dozen people. Almost every two seconds, one person died. It would be good if only a few people had died, but in three minutes, Alan had killed at such a constant speed, and his killing style was as precise as a machine, causing the rest of the Shadow Army soldiers to start to feel cowardly.

In a bar hall, a soldier slid across the floor and across several tables in a sorry state. Allen smashed into the window and the soldier raised his leg and kicked out a few tables and chairs in an attempt to obstruct Allen's movements. However, as soon as he kicked out of the table and chairs, Allen had already circled around the descending point of the table and chairs and circled behind the soldier with a hint of foresight. The soldier resisted, raised his gun and fired. At the same time, he pulled out his dagger from his waist and smashed it into his body. Those shots forced Ellen to dodge and really killed the dagger in the other hand.

Allen Goe lowered his center of gravity to avoid a few beams of light blasting towards his head, but when the soldier handed out a dagger with joy and stabbed it straight into his heart, Allen raised his head and smiled. The soldier's knee hurts, and the beam of light from Allen's muzzle almost breaks his leg, causing the soldier to lose his balance. Alan used the gun as a stick and swept it over the soldier's head from bottom to top, causing him to fly backwards and smash two tables. His entire face had sunk, and he was no longer breathing.

Alan tossed away the transformed beam gun and dodged into the street.

Miserable screams rang out twice and three times in a row.

In the end, only the Shadow Army Commander was left to confront him.

The captain's expression was gloomy as he threw away the beam gun. Under the sudden burst of Origin Energy from his entire body, his speed towards Allen wasn't slow either. Ellen shrugged his shoulders and unexpectedly went forward to greet him. The two of them collided on the streets. The buildings next to them rose and fell, and cracks grew. The two buildings were blasted apart by the collision of the two of them! The captain flew backwards, his eyes and nose bleeding. He looked at Ellen in disbelief, "Are you really only Level 26?"

After the second transformation, Allen's body's strength had greatly increased. He nodded seriously and said, "Indeed." He stepped forward and dodged. He appeared beside the captain and pointed at the empty spot. A ray of gray light flashed out from his fingertips. A bowl-sized wound immediately appeared on the captain's chest, and the internal organs inside were instantly burnt to ashes by the void secret flames. Alan clapped his hands and whispered, "But my Level 26 is different from yours."

He raised his head and saw that Tracy and Smoker were fighting on the other side of the street. Trisley was not the type of expert who was good at frontal attacks, while Smoker was the type of fierce general who would charge forward on the battlefield. Thus, Trisley was a level higher than Smoker in terms of Origin Energy, but at this moment, the two of them were attacking and defending each other. However, the ravaging fang in Trisley's hand was still not ordinary. Although its quality was not comparable to the scarlet queen's weapons, the light blue saber light from the dagger could easily leave deep cracks beneath Smoker's sword and armor.

Trisley began to gain the upper hand, and it was estimated that she would be able to determine the outcome in two minutes. Just as Alan was about to join the battle and end the battle as soon as possible, a round of applause rang out. Alan smiled faintly and turned around. There was a man standing quietly on the street behind him. He had pitch black skin, pale lips, bright red eyes and hair. The tall Baltic was still wearing black clothes, one hand holding a scarlet whip, the other hand pulling three long ropes. Each long cord is tied to a collar with a ring of willow nails. However, it wasn't some ferocious beast that was wrapped around the collar. Instead, they were all beautiful and enchanting women. The three women lay on the ground like dogs, their tongues sticking out. One of them was licking the man's shoes.

This scene made Alan frown, "Are you walking a dog or a person?"

"It doesn't make any difference to me." The man's voice was shrill as he looked at the corpse at Ellen's feet and said, "It's not simple. A middle-level Shadow Army officer would die if he said so. However, I'm curious. The so-called co-owner of the Great Wasteland only has that much strength. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Kesky, the president of the Hellhound Guild. What do you think? Are you interested in joining my guild?"

Alan smiled but did not answer.

"What a pity, then I can only ask you to be my dog's food." Kesky smiled and raised his hand. With a clever tremor, the long chains tied to the collar bounced off. The expressions of the three women who were raised as dogs changed. Their previous enchanting faces turned into fierce faces, and they actually used their hands and feet to pounce on Allen. Their Origin Energy burst forth from their bodies, but their strength was not low. They were all at the level of Level 25 or Level 6.

The female beast-like woman leapt into the air and clawed her fingers at Alan.

Allen's perception of the Origin Energy Machine had already reached the point where he could barely perceive it. The moment the woman raised her claws, he could already see the "ripples" created by the Origin Energy fluctuations in space. He knew the power and trajectory of the next attack and could not easily dodge it before it landed. In Kesky's eyes, his "Dog" and Alan seemed to have been rehearsed a thousand times. The latter was no easier than letting one of the women swing her claw with Origin Energy. As she moved, she had time to fly a kick and send the woman to a shop across the street.

With that step, Kesky knew that the woman would not survive. Allen's kick didn't seem to be very powerful, but the Origin Energy that could be transported was concentrated and accurate, and when it penetrated the woman's body, it shattered her internal organs. Sure enough, the woman who landed in the shop had no aura at all. Alan then strolled through the room like he was taking a leisure stroll under the combined attacks of the other two women, and gave the two women a kick and a palm. In an instant, the three dogs in Kesky's hand were killed.

The short duration of the battle caused Kesky's eyes to widen. He looked at Alan doubtfully. The person opposite him, Origin Energy, was clearly at Level 26. Kesky believed that no one could hide their strength under his nose, but they were both Level 26, so it was a bit too easy for Alan to kill his subordinates. He could be considered a person who had experienced hundreds of battles, but at this moment, he was unable to understand Allen's real situation.

He snorted coldly and whistled. In the next moment, in the corners of the alleys on both sides of the street, figures emerged from shop windows or rooftops under the shadows of buildings. The assassin from the Hellhound Guild looked at Alan coldly like a beast from hell. Ellen spread out his hands and said, "Can't you do it yourself?"

Kesky smiled and said, "As long as you kill them, I promise to take care of you personally."

He snapped his fingers.

Dozens of figures suddenly rushed out from their respective positions. Everyone was dressed in black and had black skin. For a moment, even the streets seemed to have dimmed down by quite a bit.

Shadows crisscrossed and surrounded Alan.

Looking at the long street blocked by the shadows, Kesky narrowed his eyes and whispered, "I heard that Gurant has also found someone from another guild. If we don't get rid of this fellow as soon as possible, I'm afraid that Clark and Jia Ya will come and snatch the credit "

"Actually "

"We're already here."

Suddenly, two voices sounded from behind Keisky. The Hellhound's Guild Leader turned around like he had been electrocuted. Behind him, a man and a woman were already standing. The man was burly and wore a set of dark purple armor. There was a lion carving on the chest of the armor, and he carried a huge axe the size of a table, with a short chain hanging from the end of the axe hilt and a skull tied to it. The skeleton's empty eyes were facing Keisch. This man was Clark, the president of the Underworld Lions Guild. The woman next to him was petite, A head of fluffy grey hair was decorated with cat ears. His eyes seemed to be sleepy. He wore a red skirt, and his two thin arms were covered in gloves that looked like hunting claws. The blades that extended between his fingers reflected the sunlight. It was obvious that this was not a decoration, but a killing weapon. This cute looking woman was the president of the Black Cat Guild, Jia Ya.

Behind these two were the assassins and cadres of the Dark hell Lion and Black Cat. Following the gestures of the two Guild Leaders, these assassins dispersed, blocking off both ends of the street.

Jia Ya, the president of the black cat, staggered a few steps and tilted her head. "The people from the pitch-black ball are not here. I heard Lord Gurant notified them. What a pity, I still want to see Little Luke."

'"What do you mean? Don't forget that I was the one who caught the prey first. According to the rules, you can't interfere until I have no results!" Kesky said in a low voice.

"Of course we know," said Clark, the president of the Underworld Lions, looking down the street. "But Casky, don't you think you're better off arguing with us here? Look, your dogs are almost done for."

"What?" Kesky looked back coldly. Indeed, as Clark had said, there weren't many killers left in his guild. In just two to three minutes, Alan had already taken down many killers, and he himself had not suffered a single wound. Not only that, Alan's aura didn't change at all, which surprised Keisky. A large group of killers under him actually didn't even have the qualifications to consume Allen's Origin Energy!

Actually, it wasn't as Kesky had imagined. Alan's Origin Energy was still consumed. However, the speed at which Alan absorbed Origin Energy from the void far exceeded the amount of Origin Energy he consumed, which was why there was no change in Keisky's eyes. The Hellhound Guild Leader's expression finally changed. He raised his hand and shook it. The scarlet whip in his hand stretched out and swept across the ground, leaving a crack that shot straight at Alan. At the crack, the assassins of the other two guilds avoided each other, forming a path between the two of them.