Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 1114: One Person, One Blade

"My lord, I heard that the imperial capital is going to fight against the dragon army and the mixed forces of the other legions. I'm afraid my Hellhound alone won't be able to stop it."

Jerrio looked at the man in the high seat with a pale face. The duke who had secretly sneaked into Olisga to assassinate Tangerio and then publicly declared his betrayal. Oh, no, the empire has taken back his title. However, during Tangelio's reign, he had been in control of the empire's supreme power for a long time. After so many years of arrangement, even if his title was taken back, it would have little impact on him.

'"My dear Count, your city is Milahan. Although it is not eye catching, it is a fortified city. Also, I will send you enough supplies and men to arm it to your teeth. At least you can drag Woodrick for a few days, right?" Mason said in a gentler voice than usual.

"That's the problem, my lord." Jerrio smiled bitterly. "If Woodrick were to join the siege, I'm afraid I won't be able to defend it alone."

"So that's what you're worried about. That's easy, Count Jerrio." Mason patted his palm.

Behind Jerrio's back was a cold female voice, "Renis, at your command, my lord."

The Count's hair and beard stood upright as he reached out to touch the giant sword and was about to turn around to cut it. When he touched the air, he remembered that the giant sword, Wolf Fang, had already been untied when he entered the castle, and his hand was awkwardly hanging in the air. After a while, he put it back. A woman next to her walked forward. She was petite and wore leather clothes that were close to her body. The leather coat she wore was so tight and thin that it looked like a woman's second layer of skin. Jerrio saw with no difficulty the two bulges on the chest of the leather garment, and under his eyes there was no difference between a woman and a naked one.

When she turned around, Jerrie realized that she was wearing a mask. The mask was only half of her face, and the edges and skin were sewn together. The earthworm-like dark red patterns made Jerrio's back go cold. The woman glared at him before withdrawing her gaze.

Mason said cheerfully, "How is it, Jerrie?" This is an assassin that I have carefully nurtured, even though Renis is only Level 25. However, her concealment skills could be said to be first-rate. When she erupted with all her might, even an imperial general would have a headache. If one of them couldn't handle it well, he would either die or be injured. So you can imagine this scene, when the dragon army attacked in full swing, Woodrick or other experts would also participate in the siege. Renice quietly approached them and gave them a killing blow … Isn't that awesome? "

"So, you two should cooperate well."

Jerrio narrowed his eyes, his thoughts pulled away from the memories and returned to this moment. He subconsciously looked at Tie Zuo. Ever since the female assassin Renis had followed him to Milahan, Jerrio had never seen her again. However, the count always felt that she was right beside him. Perhaps Renice's impact on him when she first appeared was too great, so much so that she was now a little suspicious. The most obvious thing was that when the count was tender with a woman, he had been deprived for the first time in his life because he thought of Renice!

This was simply a great humiliation.

However, that killer was indeed terrifying. Jerrio asked himself that his strength was not weak. But it wasn't until the woman spoke that he noticed. Now that he thought about it, if that woman had stabbed him instead of saying anything, would he not have noticed it until the blade entered his body? Jerrio felt that the armor under the helmet was wet with cold sweat. This armor was not only insecure in front of the woman, but also burdensome.

As a loyal supporter of Mason, Jerrie never knew that Mason had such an assassin under him. Now that Mason had transferred Renice to his side, he had come to help him, and there was no lack of surveillance. If Jerrio defected, he believed that the first one to attack would not be Woodrick, but the female assassin.

Thoughts flew everywhere. At the beginning of the great war, this kind of state could not be said to be perfect. In a trance, Jerrio heard a low cry. He came back to his senses and saw the soldiers around him stretching their necks to look at the city gate. "What happened?" He said one by one.

"It's a little strange, my lord." The Hellhound commander reported, "The enemy blew the horn, but …"

"But what?"

"However, only one person appeared."

"One person?" Jerrio stood up with his hand on the armrest and strode down to the wall. Sure enough, in the wilderness outside the city wall, only one person walked out of the camp of the Giant Dragon Army. The other party did not even ride a horse. Jerry narrowed his eyes and tried his best to see that it was a young man. The early morning sunlight caused his silver-green hair to glow brightly. The young man wearing a silver-gray battle robe and carrying a knife strolled towards Milahan.

One person, one blade.

However, it had become the focus of the battlefield at this moment!

"Is Woodrick crazy?" Jerrie sneered, "Does he think a count can take down my Milahan? What a joke!"

The Hellhound Commander laughed, and then the laughter continued to spread. After the soldiers on the city wall were initially shocked, the imperial army's unwise actions made them laugh loudly. The Earl's combat strength was indeed among the strongest in the empire, and it was above average. But if any count could break through Milahan, unless the city was made of paper.

Milahan was certainly not made of paper, let alone more than a thousand Hellhounds. Just the towering city walls, many defensive equipment, and other defensive fortifications could make a count drink his hatred on the spot, if he insisted on forcefully attacking.

That was why the figure that walked over from the other side looked like he was here to die no matter how he looked at it.

Woodrick narrowed his eyes and looked at the figure that was slowly moving further and further away. "No matter what, this is the craziest decision I've ever made," he said.

Julian beside him smiled and said, "Since Count Allen personally made the request, I think I can make a bet. This Count is the expert who killed the Absolute Shadow for me."

"But Absolute Shadow is unable to break through Milahan. Perhaps the two cannot be regarded as equal, Your Highness the Prince."

"What does it matter? Let him try." Belkay, who was smoking, said lazily, "Count Allen doesn't look like the kind of reckless man who only knows how to kill. If things go wrong, he'll find a way to get out. Don't you want to see how our Count can break through the city by himself?"

"If he could do this, he would be able to squeeze into the Ten Saints. But as far as I know, this count doesn't seem to be hiding his strength. At least, he isn't hiding that much." Woodrick rubbed his eyebrows and said, "But if he can do it, it will save us a lot of effort."

"Let's wait and see. Look, he stopped."

Alan stopped, five hundred meters away from Milahan's city wall. He raised his head and saw that the towering city wall gave off a simple but firm smell in the early morning sun. This stronghold city has never fallen since it was built. Will today be an exception? Alan didn't know, he only knew how to use his full strength, regardless of the consequences.

He threw everything away.

The Origin Energy rumbled in his body, and the Heavenly Fire Origin Energy illuminated Alan's blood vessels. If he looked closely, he would find that the inner wall of Alan's blood vessels would light up. This was an anomaly that had only appeared after he had fought against the sea of beasts in the depths of his consciousness. However, this phenomenon was too subtle, and Alan had not used all of his Origin Energy as he did at this moment, so he did not know about it.

Sparks of flames seeped out from the veins of each blood vessel. They merged into the Heavenly Fire Origin Energy like drops of fire oil into flames, causing the Heavenly Fire Origin Energy to become even more explosive! josei

The sky began to dim.

A soldier finally discovered this on the city wall. He raised his eyes to look at the sky suspiciously, only to see that there were clouds at the end of the sky, and the sun could still be seen. Suddenly, the soldier rubbed his eyes, wondering why he could see the sun today. That was because the surrounding light had dimmed down. The reason the light dimmed down was because of the fire that was slowly rising from Allen's feet and gradually spreading out in all directions.

A spark fell from the sky and landed on Jerrio's shoulder armor. A tiny red light burned out and disappeared. Jelio looked towards his shoulder and saw more sparks drifting at the corner of his eyes.

Fire dance filled the sky.

Allen's hand rested on Red King's saber hilt, and scarlet flame patterns appeared, forming the inscription "Myriad Ashes". His silver hair was dyed inch by inch red by fire, and when Alan raised his head, flames rose in his eyes!

With a choke, Red King drew his sheath. Flames shot out from the scabbard and Red King drew a semicircle with the tip of the blade pointing to the ground. Dark red explosive flames erupted from the edge of the saber, then they closed and wrapped around Red King's saber, swaying unsteadily like a blazing war flag.

At some unknown time, all the laughter on the city wall disappeared. He looked at the man at the gates, the knife, the fire! No one could laugh anymore, including Jerrio. An invisible pressure made them not only laugh, but also breathe heavily. "What are you waiting for?" Jelio shouted angrily. "Catapults, heavy crossbows, cannons, attack!"

The order quickly spread, and the officers at all levels woke up as if they were dreaming. They shouted and ordered all kinds of equipment to operate. Tons of boulders were thrown out by the catapults. The stones drew a parabola in mid-air and smashed in Allen's direction with a heart-wrenching whistling sound. The heavy crossbows adjusted their directions and fired one after another, shooting out black iron crossbow arrows the size of an arm. The cannons rumbled, and the flames from the muzzle of the cannons were more than a meter long. A powerful force pushed the cannonballs out, sandwiching them between the giant boulders and crossbows, like a black torrential rain falling on Allen.

Alan looked around. Some of the heavy crossbows grazed the boulders in mid-air and bounced off. The cannonballs collided with the crossbow arrows and exploded in mid-air, but more boulders, crossbow arrows, and cannonballs landed on his head. The corners of his mouth curled into a smile. All of the explosive flames on Red King were suddenly retracted into the blade. The blade was bright red and bloody. Alan raised his hand and waved horizontally.

The blade slashed through the air, leaving behind a wisp of scarlet saber light. There were strands of black lines in the saber light, and a fierce aura like a volcano surged within it. Halfway through the stroke, Red King paused for a moment before he finished his slash. The blade trembled violently, leaving behind a powerful final sound.

The space seemed to have been torn open, and then the wound began to expand!