Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 300: Butcher

"General Fendi, if we attack here, we might accidentally injure civilians, right?" Major General Mark was almost middle-aged, and his face was tired from the days of running. Especially his usually clean chin, which was now covered in ashen beard. He looked like a wandering vagrant, not a major general of the Federation.

Fendi spread out her hands and laughed exaggeratedly, "Major General Marco, you're hiding so deeply. If we hadn't started with the black ship's movements, you would have almost been fooled. You want to sneak into the surface by the black ship tonight, but once you get to the surface, it'll be hard to find you. So tonight, I won't give you a chance to slip away."

"As for the commoners, I think they will be willing to sacrifice themselves for the cause of the Federation. Besides, there are no commoners here in Black Street. I see either garbage or rats. Of course, you are the bigger one."

Fendi turned to face Marco and pointed at him with a smile. "Don't move, if you're really worried about civilian casualties."

Ma Ke sighed, "I have a reason not to be caught "

"If I had known you weren't a selfless person!" Before Marco could finish speaking, Fendi's figure flickered and the short distance between him and Marco instantly disappeared under his adjusted movement technique. Mark could only see a fist constantly expanding in his eyes. The major general had no chance to retaliate. He could only raise his arms with all his might and put on a blocking posture.

The whole bar shook.

The Maritans were always sensitive to gases, and the moment Fendi hit Marco, Edward could clearly feel the air boiling in the bar almost instantly. From relatively stable to explosive eruptions, the entire process was almost completed at high speeds in the blink of an eye. A high-pressure wind pillar shot out from Fendi's fist and pushed Marco out of the bar like a cannonball.

The wind pillar continued to extend, and in the blink of an eye, it knocked Ma Ke to an unknown corner of Black Street. At this moment, the air pulled by Fendi's Origin Energy began to pour out in all directions, forming a terrifying shockwave that was enough to break a golden rock. The winds of air howled and the guests in the bar screamed as they were sent flying. As for the tables, chairs, bars, walls, and even the roof of the bar, they were constantly shattered by this terrifying series of shocks.

After the wind howled, the bar was almost razed to the ground, leaving only a few load-bearing metal brackets barely where they were, but they had already been severely deformed.

Edward opened his eyes wide.

This was the power of the Federation, the power of a single punch that flattened everything within a hundred meters. Edward was sure that Fendi would never go all out. Perhaps to him, it was just a simple punch.

Then he discovered that Old Ward was standing in front of him at some unknown time. The old man crossed his hands, and there were a few tears on his arm caused by the wind. Blood was gradually oozing out of the tears.

Fendi looked at the old man and smiled, "You're still so strong, Mr. Ward."

Then, he waved his hand to say goodbye. His hands were in his pockets, and he pointed at the tips of his feet. He had already turned into a flash of light and quickly left. Only then did the guests' moans resound in the bar. Some of the youths who were adopted by Old Ward and possessed Origin Energy talent wanted to catch up with him angrily. Old Ward shouted angrily, "All of you, stop! Do you want to die? That's Fendi, the general known as the butcher!"

Old Ward sat down on the ground and smoked his cigarette, "Damn it, this daddy just managed to expand the bar, but it was destroyed by this brat, and I still can't get compensation!"

"Will that person die?" Edward looked out of the ruins of the bar.

Lightning flashed in the dark streets under the night, and the ground shook violently. Apparently, Fendi had already fought with the Major General Marco. Old Ward snorted and said, "I wouldn't die, but if it were me, I'd rather die."

'"Fourth Commander of the Federation, Russen is a cunning old thing; Melinda is a righteous, chivalrous old man; Sylpha is the youngest, and his carved apocalypse is said to be the closest to the origin of the universe. As for Fendi, you only need to know that his imprint is the Barbarian Butcher to know who he is." Ward narrowed his eyes and said, "Something in that man's heart has rotted away. His soul is full of distortions and negative things. If I were to choose, I would rather provoke the other three generals than face this mad dog."

"That Marco can only mourn for him."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground shook again.

Fendi's face was already covered in blood. Of course, not a single drop of it belonged to him. He stomped hard on Marco, who was standing on the ground. The major general was almost stuck in the cement, coughing up blood. Fendi smiled and stepped on the ground a few more times. "Tell me, who ordered you to do this. Don't try to fool me. With your authority and courage, I'm sure you wouldn't dare to attack those bastards from the Gate of Freedom. Although you did a good job, I wanted to shoot them in the ass. But I was just thinking. You did it. You have guts."

"Hey, where did I go? Well, I admire you, Major General Marco. Look, for your own sake, tell me who made you do this. If you don't say it, it's not as simple as breaking your hands and feet." Fendy's gaze went crazy.

Marco's hands and feet on the ground were already twisted and deformed. But he laughed miserably, "You won't understand. None of you will understand. How can a mad dog like you know how great that lord is? But you should know. Let me tell you, his name is "

Marco's voice was getting softer and softer, and Fendi couldn't help but stick to it to hear it clearly. She suddenly heard Marco laughing loudly, "Let's go to hell together, bastard!"

The Major General's body emitted a dazzling Origin Energy light. A ball of fire rose from his body, and he actually used a self-destructive method. Fendi grinned and hugged the fireball tightly. Dark red Origin Energy continuously emitted from Fendi's palm. They poured into the fireball, and as they continued to swim, the fireball began to shrink.

That was because Marco's Origin Energy had been annihilated.

Fendi's hands gradually closed, and in the end, Marco's self-detonating fireball turned into a flame in his palm. Fendi let out a breath and the final Origin Energy flame disappeared just like that. But in this way, even Marco's corpse could not be brought back. The origin energy generated by the self-detonation had already completely separated his body.

"You think too highly of yourself if you want to use this move against me, Major General." Fendi clapped his hands.

Behind him, he remembered the continuous sound of the sky breaking. The moon was in the middle of the sky. Silver light shone down, leaving behind a tattered architectural shadow on the street that had been destroyed by Fendi. Several figures overlapped with the shadows. They wore silver and black magic armor. The armor had a pattern of a steel fist on its chest.

That was the symbol of the Iron Fist Legion.

"Marco is dead, but this matter is not over yet. Go capture all of Marco's relatives, friends, and anyone who has come into contact with him in the past year!" Fendi smiled and said, "I think I'll be busy for the next few days."

He looked at the night sky, closed his ears, and made a listening expression, "Listen, the flood of this era is already roaring. A new era is coming. The boring days are finally over!"

This month has been a worrying one for the people of Babylon. Federal secret police roamed the streets, large and small, and Iron Fist Corps guards set up checkpoints on important roads to conduct extremely strict identification checks on people passing by. Even some middle and lower class nobles did not have immunity. At this moment, they were no different from civilians.

The situation in Babylon had never been so tense.

On the surface, two more districts announced their entry into the Gate of Freedom. Because some members of Freedom Gate died in the air crash last time and new members joined, this organization, which declared independence from the Federation, is currently holding elections for new members of Parliament and has no time to declare war on the Federation at the first possible moment. But judging from the constant build-up of ground forces at the Gate of Freedom, war is inevitable once their power structure stabilizes.

In this tense month, Babylon ushered in March when the grass grew.

This month was also an incomparably important one.

Of course, its importance was limited to the Bescot and Grant families. Along with the increasing tension between the floating islands and the earth's surface, the demand for armaments by the federal army has increased dramatically. This was a tremendous business opportunity for any weapon manufacturer. The two families that had said they would launch new magic weapons this month had welcomed intense competition.

It was a war without smoke, but it was no less important than a real war.

On the first weekend of March, the Beth Cod and Grant families held their new product launches at the Venus Hotel at the same time. The two families rented the lobbies on the third and fourth floors of the hotel as exhibition venues for the press conference. The Venus Hotel had also put in a lot of effort to prepare for the launches of the two families. Apart from the elegant layout of the venue, they had also prepared a projection curtain wall that could synchronize the scene in the lobby on both floors.

At that time, regardless of which floor the guests were on, they would be able to see the new products of another house, without having to run back and forth between the upper and lower floors of the exhibition hall.

On Saturday morning, Alan woke up early and left the tower with a suitcase after breakfast. Inside the suitcase was a set of completed fusion matrices. As long as it was installed on the magic energy armor, it could be combined with other components to form a set of magic energy sets.

A magic energy flying car had been waiting outside the castle gate for a long time. Alan and Horn met before they got on the flying car together. As the flying car flew away, it was caught in a pair of eyes. Hyderick gently shook the fragrant black tea in his cup with a faint smile on his face.