Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 1380: Battle Of Changjie (3)

On 27th Street, the Desert Boat Shop also closed early today. In a room behind the shop, Morocco stood in front of a mural with his hands behind his back. This mural depicts the scene of Morocco pulling a cart of green crystals back to Moktan. You can see that Morocco is still very young, with tattered clothes on its body and surprised people on both sides. Although frescoes are not artistic and are made by a third-rate painter, they are priceless to Morocco.

Because this mural was his life!

"That's why I won't let anyone ruin my life. No one can." He clenched his hands and said to himself.

Knocking on the door, his trusted aide entered the room and said to Morocco, "Boss, 34th Street has been sealed off." Although I can't enter, I can feel the aura inside. Obviously, Lord Gurant's subordinates are fighting with the people from the Forgotten Realm. In addition to the army, I saw Hellhounds, Black Cats, and Underworld Lions enter the streets. "There are so many experts. I think the so-called Dark King is going to lose to the Mock Pill this time."

"This is the best, but the incident isn't over yet. We should be careful."

Yoga asked, "Do you want me to watch over there again?"

"No need. If we are recognized, we will be in trouble instead."

Youjia nodded and stopped insisting.

Opposite 27th Street, Bali was standing in front of the window of the City Hall's main building in the central district. His nose twitched and he chuckled, "The smell of blood in the wind today is really strong."

Adjutant Ejeruka walked over to the Grand Superintendent and said coldly, "Master, are you just going to let this go? The 34th Street is about to be torn down. The Lord of the Wilderness, the trusted general of Gurant, the guild leaders and elites of the three guilds are all here. Shouldn't we just stand by and watch like this?"

"What's wrong? I don't know about Gurant's thoughts. That guy wants to use this credit to exchange a transfer document with the empire, so let him do it. If he succeeds, then it's best. If he fails, then I'll settle the score with him."

'"I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about the communist lord of the wasteland. As you said, success is the best thing. Failure? Do you want to see him escape the city?" Ijeruka frowned. "I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about the communist lord of the wasteland. As you said, success is the best thing."

"No? Come on, Igeluka. Let's put it this way, His Majesty didn't ask me to come to Mokedan to keep an eye on the communist lord of the wasteland, nor was it some bullshit army of the Forgotten Realm. In His Majesty's eyes, there was only one person who needed to be noticed "Bali rubbed his hands hard." That woman, the woman His Majesty was afraid of. Only she was worth paying attention to. As for the co-owner of some wasteland, what was that? Whether he came or left, even if he led the army to the gate of Mokedan the next day. His Majesty won't care, neither will I. The reason is very simple. If he did that, I would crush him like I crushed an ant. "

The adjutant spread out his hands and said, "Whatever. Don't blame me for not reminding you first if anything happens. Unfortunately, I heard that the Wasteland Communist Lord is a handsome man."

Bali smiled. "Is handsome useful? Get over here, bitch. Who can feed you but my big fellow?"

The woman leaned against the Great Superintendent's body, and Bali was not polite. He stretched out his devil claws to attack her. Very quickly, Bali's hands were wet.

On the 34th Street, a storm was approaching.

Alan stood in the middle of a hellhound killer's corpse, looking at the Hellhound Guild Leader Keisky who was constantly accumulating strength. Kesky's long, bright red hair fluttered without a breeze, his vitality surging. Kesky had the strength to be able to sit in the Guild Leader's seat, and Hellhound was ranked in the top ten of the many guilds in Mokedan. In the eyes of others, Kesky's hair was probably raised and his clothes moved. In the eyes of experts at Clark and Jia Ya's level, they could feel the magnificent aura of a Level 30 expert. As for Ellen, his eyes that looked straight at Origin Energy saw a dark red pillar of Origin Energy on Keisky's body rushing into the air, bordering on the thin clouds in the sky, continuously absorbing the Origin Energy of space to strengthen his body.

Kesky was like a pond that was constantly pouring clear water. When the water level overflowed, the guild leader finally made his move.

Raise your arms and wave your whip. A clean whip swept over, carrying boundless Origin Energy as it tangled with the whip like a thick red flame. Just as he was about to hit Alan, a figure suddenly flashed and someone blocked his path.

Belmord!

Belmord, who was already armed, raised his hand and swept it around. A Primordial Blade in his hand bounced off Kesky's whip. With a "pa" sound, his voice was exceptionally crisp. The two of them, who had already climbed onto the roof to watch the battle, exchanged glances. Black Cat Guild Leader Jia Ya licked her lips and said, "Another expert."

"Sorry, I'm late, Young Master." Belmord stared at Kesky and whispered.

Alan smiled and said, "It's not too late. It's not over yet."

Just as he finished speaking, a miserable scream sounded from behind him. Alan turned around and saw Smoker throw his sword and retreat into a shop. Blood droplets were scattered all over the path of the imperial general's retreat. Tracy was gasping for breath, her face and arms were covered with sword wounds, but it didn't seem to be much of a problem. Instead of chasing after Smoker, she turned her gaze to the assassins surrounding Alan.

Everyone who had been swept by her gaze felt as if they had brushed past the blade.

Jia Ya, who was on the roof, sighed and said, "I'll go and greet that big sister. Big guy, you can take down that wasteland co-owner, right?"

"If you still can't take it like this, then I, the Lion of Hades, should close the door as soon as possible." Clark put down his axe and felt a huge pressure.

The Black Cat Guild Leader smiled and said, "Remember to pay the duel. As for Kesky, do you want to " She stretched out a finger and wiped it around her neck, then smiled lightly. When she appeared again, she had already landed in front of Trisley. Jia Ya's body swayed left and right as if she was charging too fiercely, but Trisley didn't make a move. "Put away your tricks," Trisley said coldly, "you can't fool me with these tricks until Jia Ya stands firmly on her feet."

Jia Ya, who originally wanted to lure Trisley into action and was good at starting and arriving first, laughed foolishly, just like the innocent girl next door. She smiled and said, "Big sister is so powerful, she's not fooled at all. I'll have to go through a lot of trouble that way."

"Is that so?" Tracy suddenly laughed. She smiled exceptionally charmingly, "Actually, it's not easy for you to be simple. Just stand there and don't move and let sister cut you down."

"Alright." Jiaya said innocently. At the end of her sentence, Trisley was no longer where she was. The woman who flashed to the left of the Black Cat Guild Leader raised her hand to support Jiaya's chin. The latter's feet immediately floated up. The dagger in Trisley's hand trembled slightly as she sliced fiercely at Jia Ya's lower abdomen. Jia Ya still looked up, but laughed, "Big sister is so ruthless." As he spoke, he suddenly flipped upside down in the air, turning into his head and feet. She used the sharp blade of the cat's claw to embed the ravaging fang in one hand and grabbed the other claw towards Trisley's face. If she was caught, she would be disfigured even if Trisley didn't die, and she would be no less ruthless.

Trisley smiled. Trisley's ravaging teeth suddenly shone brightly. With a shake of her wrist, the dagger slid across the cat's claws. Jia Ya's "claws" immediately snapped open. The black cat president's mouth formed an "O" shape with a surprised and adorable expression.

The two women started to fight. On the other side, Beskard also fought against the Hellhound's Guild Leader. There were experts fighting on both sides of the street. The guild killers didn't dare to approach the battlefield easily, so they rushed towards Allen. Unexpectedly, a rough voice sounded, "Idiots, get lost if you don't want to die."

Alan looked up and saw a building collapse. Within the collapsed rocks, a burly figure landed heavily on the ground. The Guild Leader of the Underworld Lion dragged his giant axe over. With his momentum, the killers moved aside one after another, and Clark began to charge. His speed was not fast, but his might was extraordinary, and the giant axe cut a deep ravine on the ground. The strong aura caused the assassins of the Underworld Lion to cheer.

However, the next scene dumbfounded the killers.

They saw Alan disappear and then appear in front of their guild leader. It was as if Clark was also stunned for a moment. Then, he saw Alan raise his hand to clench his fist and smash it on Clark's nose. The guild leader, who was not big enough, flew back with his axe and crashed into the rubble of the collapsed building.

Alan waved his hand and said, "I don't have time to play with you."

He drew out the devil's salute.

At this time, the ruins of the building suddenly exploded. Clark raised his axe and swung it around, sweeping away countless rocks. He let out another roar and ran towards Allen.

Alan greeted him with a dagger in his hand.

The knife versus the axe.

The scene was as funny as it was funny. Even though they knew that the current situation was inappropriate, the killers who were watching couldn't help but laugh. However, they soon couldn't laugh. In their eyes, the dagger in Allen's hand shone with red light. After the dazzling red light disappeared, the dagger in Allen's hand disappeared, turning into a broadsword that was no less ferocious than Clark's axe.

Alan wielded his saber and swept across.

In the next moment, a sharp and penetrating howl sounded. All the assassins subconsciously covered their ears, and then saw the axe in Clark's hand split into two, followed by a blood arrow sprayed out from the guild leader's waist. In the end, the row of buildings behind Clark seemed to have been sliced by an invisible blade, and they fell down one after another. The flying rocks crackled and fell onto the street, producing a series of violent sounds like a shower. The buildings within a hundred meters of the street were emptied by Allen's saber strike, as if he had made a hole in the array.

Ellen shouted, "What else? Let's go!"

When Belmord and Trisley heard this, they both smiled. Then, he pushed his opponent away, followed Alan through the ruins of the building, and left the 34th Street!

"Hey, how are you?" Jiaya came to Clark's side and looked at the shocking wound on the man's lower abdomen.