Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 1120: Blazing Flame Mountain

'"For heaven's sake, soldier, put away your damn pipe. If I see him again, I swear I will stab your little bird into that damn pipe! Damn it, I don't want to say it again. We're on a pile of gunpowder right now. If you still want to die, be fucking careful!"

Count Russell's familiar voice rang out from a bell tower. His sturdy bear-like figure appeared in the light of the bell tower, and he was pointing downstairs at the soldiers who were smoking in the corner with one hand and shouting, "All of you, watch the night, and stand all night." Which one caught me dozing. Well, the unfortunate gentleman can sleep forever until the end of time. "

The soldiers were so frightened that they extinguished the sparks in their pipes. They picked up their swords and trotted away from the bell tower. Count Russell wore black armor and a thick fur cloak. This cloak was actually a bear skin, and it even retained the head of a wild bear. Of course, there was only one skull left to support this bear head. Count Russell did not have a helmet, and this bear head was his helmet. He often wore the bear's head and cape like this, so he looked like a talking wild bear from afar.

He smelled of alcohol, and anyone familiar with him knew that Count Russell could not do without it. Some people even said that what was flowing in the count's body was not blood, but wine. Of course, no one would seek confirmation. After all, Count Russell was not a good-tempered man. On the contrary, he had the nickname of a tyrant in his territory. Legend has it that there is a cellar in Russell's castle. It is a place where the count tortures and enjoys himself. There are all kinds of torture tools that he can gather. The Count's greatest pleasure was to drink and watch the prisoner scream.

When there were no prisoners, the count would capture civilians, especially women. He would torture a woman until she was on the verge of death, and then force her to have fun. In the end, none of the women who entered the castle cellar would be able to walk out. Russell's castle was like a ferocious beast that didn't spit out its bones. There were many legends about this count. Some of the soldiers in this town were usually happy to scare the Raybird with the legend of the Tyrant Count, but when the legend was near, they were not in such a good mood.

Even though the count had not tortured and killed a soldier due to Mason's restraint, every time he saw his bear-like figure, even the most skilled soldier could only meticulously fulfill every order of the count.

Russell took off the bear head and the cloak on his head. He was sweating profusely, and there was no wine bottle on hand today. Because when he didn't want to get drunk, he set fire to explosives that could be seen everywhere. As Allen had guessed, the town had buried a large amount of explosives long before the crusaders left. The cavalry withdrew during the day to lure the dragon army deeper, but Woodrick cautiously chose to pause the attack, leaving the explosives in the town useless.

However, this was a headache for Russell. He had to constantly warn the soldiers to be careful and avoid setting the explosives on fire. That would be a wrongful death.

At the entrance of the town, a few soldiers named Russell hung their heads and accepted Russell's work amidst the laughter and curses of their colleagues. Bolton was one of the unlucky ones. He just happened to come from Russell's territory and knew how terrifying the count was. The young soldier, who hadn't reached the age of twenty, had joined the army when he was recruited not long ago. He hadn't really killed a single person yet. At that time, when he wanted to join the army, Bolton only had a simple desire to support his poor family with his salary. Moreover, Russell's soldiers had always been responsible for protecting the territory, and there had never been any precedent for him to move outside.

Unexpectedly, this large-scale conscription was aimed at making enemies with the Imperial Army. If Bolton had known this was the case, he would not have participated in this war even if he had been beaten to death. However, it was already too late to withdraw. Russell would not let go of any deserters. If they fell into his hands, they would die a terrible death. Before this, someone had already escaped, but they were caught and torn into pieces by Russell in front of everyone and fed to the dogs.

Bolton did not want to be a dog, so now he stood on an arrow tower and had to spend the night with his eyes wide open.

Looking at the faint flames in the distant imperial barracks, Bolton's heart had already flown back to the old soldier's home. He missed his family very much, especially his younger brother, who was less than nine years old. That naughty little fellow could always do something that made one unable to laugh or cry, but there was no denying that Bolton could laugh happily with that child around. Thinking about it, the soldier's lips curled up unconsciously.

A colleague beside him bumped into him and asked in the blink of an eye, "Are you thinking about women?"

Bolton blushed and shook his head, "No."

"You haven't tasted women, have you?" The veteran whistled, "Oh, it's still a green apple." He intentionally slapped Bolton's butt, causing the other two soldiers to laugh.

"Don't make any noise, look! There's someone there."

While the soldiers in the tower were joking, one of them nervously pointed at the farmland outside the town under the dim night. Including Bolton, several soldiers surrounded him. Bolton had good eyesight and often went hunting with his father in the woods when he was at home. The light was dimmer now, but he still saw a person walking towards the small town in the direction of his colleague's finger.

That's a young man.

At the very least, Bolton could not tell how much older the other party was. He was wearing a long robe, and there was a tight-fitting battle suit inside, as if he was carrying a weapon on his back. The scene of such a person appearing alone outside the small town was strange. Bolton suddenly remembered something. It was rumored that the day Milahan fell, it was caused by a man and a knife. That person's name seems to be …

"Ellen? It's the count who captured Mila!" Bolton screamed.

Alan raised his head, and a human voice could be heard from the distant arrow tower, as if someone had discovered it. He wasn't afraid of being discovered either. He calculated the distance and the position seemed to be just right, so he stopped. At this time, the town had already sounded the alarm. Several arrow towers were lit up, and the town was bustling with people. It seemed that there should be an army rushing over.

Just in time. He thought, and then activated his internal origin power. The surrounding farmland gradually lit up, and a layer of flames rose from the ground and scattered. Flame patterns appeared on Ellen's body, and with a thunderous rumble of Origin Energy, an ability was taking shape.

He raised his hand.

At this moment, the sound of the bowstring and the gunshot rang out from the arrow tower. The arrow pierced through the air, and the bullets flew. The small town's army took the lead in launching the attack. A circle of fire lit up at Allen's feet, spinning and spreading. The rain of arrows and bullets that descended from the sky seemed to have collided with an invisible barrier. Suddenly, the arrows snapped and the bullets melted, flying towards the periphery. With one final wave, the small town army was about to launch a second wave of attacks. Alan smiled and pointed in the direction of the town.

Russell, who was rushing out of town, suddenly stopped. His hair stood on end and his heart was filled with alarm. However, the count did not know where the danger came from. He could only hold his breath and look around. In the Count's perception, the Origin Energy in space was moving in an almost boiling manner. The Count had never experienced such a degree of Origin Energy movement before. Russell lowered his head and saw that a small crack had formed from nowhere, but it spread through his feet and pointed straight at the center of the town.

The shocking heat was emitted from the cracks, as if there was a volcano hidden beneath the ground of a small town.

There were no volcanoes in the town, but there were countless explosives. At this moment, the underground heat was rising. If there was heat, then there must be a heat source. If the heat source was fire, Russell was already unwilling to think about that outcome. More and more cracks kept appearing and expanding, the roads in the town cracked, and the buildings were lifted. Apart from spitting out a heat wave, the cracks also emitted a faint glow of fire. Russell suddenly realized that this town was not going to survive.

This was his instinct, and he had always trusted it. Russell shouted loudly, but his clumsy body flew towards the direction of Blaze Fort at an unusually fast speed. The figure carried a hint of anger.

At this moment, the fountain in the center of the town suddenly flew into the air. The ground was constantly bulging with a dirt bag, as if something was about to break out of the ground. The entire town was already filled with cracks, large and small, hundreds and thousands of cracks shining brightly. These cracks all pointed to the same place, and that was the earth bag that was bulging in the town.

Russell smashed through a door and out of the back window of the house. Suddenly, the speed stopped, and the air became sticky, as if the surroundings had turned into a swamp. Then, an invisible suction force pulled Russell backwards, causing Earl Origin Energy to go berserk, his legs stuck into the ground to cancel out the gravitational force. However, the rest of the town didn't have the ability to do so. The shouts of the soldiers came from all directions. They were pulled out of their houses and bell towers by the invisible gravitational force and headed towards the center of the town.

The Earl's scalp exploded, Origin Energy erupted, and flames sprayed out from his body. The invisible force field that pulled him instantly weakened considerably. Russell ignored everything else and retreated. josei

Bolton screamed. Even in the arrow tower outside the town, he was still floating out with a few other colleagues. Bolton tried to grab onto the arrow tower's fence, but it still sent the force field flying. He danced helplessly in the air and floated with the others onto the dirt bag in the town. At this moment, the clay bag began to crack, and a stream of fire spurted out from the crack, followed by a second and even countless streams.

All the streams of fire formed into one, forming a thick pillar of fire that soared into the sky. The raging flames were the last thing Bolton saw in his life. He could never return, and the pillars of fire that sprayed out from under the bag engulfed him and the other soldiers. A volcano rose up in the center of the small town. The burning flames erupted in all directions, and the pillars of fire that rose up almost reached the sky.

All the gunpowder buried in the town was detonated, and the entire town was lifted into the air. Countless burning debris scattered in all directions within the billowing smoke, like a rain of fire falling from the sky. At this moment, Alan was already far away from the town. Looking back, he could still see the volcanic eruption in the town, and the town had long since ceased to exist.

That was the Blazing Flame Mountain, an ability that existed solely for destruction!