Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 409: Follower

Alan sat quietly behind a huge rock. The night was dense, covering everything. This was the first night he had arrived at the surface, and the place he was going to was the eighth district. There, Allen would meet up with the silver and discuss how to dispose of the gene plant in District 8.

On Ellen's knees was a destructive heavy sniper. This Origin Tool was emitting a ferocious beast-like aura. The aura spread out along with the night breeze, and all the dangerous species within a radius of several kilometers could feel it. In their senses, Alan was hibernating like a terrifying dangerous beast. This made them not dare to approach him, so they avoided him from far away, allowing Alan to have a quiet night.

Originally, he only wanted to use the aura of the Destruction Heavy Sniper to scare away the dangerous species nearby. However, after activating the Origin Tool's awakening posture, Alan noticed that its appearance had slightly changed. If it was said that the body of the gun had an obvious metallic texture, then now, the body of the gun was more like a layer of armor. The surface was subglossy, and short, thick spikes grew on top of the red stripes from before.

Looking at the Anthem of Annihilation, it was more like some kind of big black bug. This reminded Alan of that terrifying biological weapon, the Empress!

When Alan sensed the changes in the Destruction Heavy Sniper, the information released from the Heavy Sniper confirmed Alan's conjecture. The last time the spear heavily injured the Empress, the Annihilation Heavy Sniper had absorbed the Empress' blood energy and even looted some of her genes. However, the Empress' genes were extremely complex. Even with the Origin Tool's ability, it was only recently that it could be analyzed and absorbed. josei

The Evil Demon Praise had a predatory instinct for powerful creatures. From absorbing the King Snake's blood awakening to having a strong predatory will when facing Windsor Belo, to the Empress, Origin Tools were also very interested in it. From this, it could be seen that continuously absorbing the blood energy of powerful lifeforms and plundering their genes were the "food" for the Origin Tools to grow.

After the Empress' great tonic, although the Destruction Heavy Sniper did not activate the Third Grade Awakening Stance, its overall power had greatly increased, and there was something else.

The Origin Tool separated the genes plundered from the Empress into seven parts, and when needed, it could form Origin Energy Bullets according to Allen's judgement. When this particular bullet hit the target, it would release the Empress' genes, thereby modifying the target's body. The modified creature would become Allen's weapon, and the Origin Weapon would be called a "follower" to this weapon.

The transformation of the follower was a new ability that the Origin Tool had developed from the Empress Gene. However, there were huge limitations to this ability. First, there were only seven modified genes, so Alan could only have seven followers. Secondly, the follower's level could not exceed Allen's by too much. The limit could only exceed Allen's level by three levels, and it could not exceed Allen's level. In other words, Ellen, who was only a sealer now, could not transform an Awakened into a follower unless he himself had reached that level.

Lastly, it was best for followers to transform while they were still alive, and corpses that died within an hour could also be turned into weapons. However, in that case, the reformed follower would not be able to inherit the wisdom of his previous life, and would only be a puppet that acted according to his orders.

In order to prevent the traitor from betraying, there is an invisible connection between the Origin Tool and the follower. Alan could activate the dark door through the Origin Tool, causing the gene of the follower to collapse. This was probably the inspiration the Origin Tool had obtained from the Empress.

Generally speaking, there are various restrictions on the transformation of followers, but the advantages are obvious. Allen could use it to create seven follower weapons, which was equivalent to possessing additional combat power. However, the number of modifications was limited, so the selection of followers' targets could not be too casual.

The next day, when dawn rose, Allen pulled up a motorcycle, put on a sandglass, and put on a cloak. He drove his motorcycle into the vast and lonely wilderness. At this moment, he looked like a mercenary on the surface. The scorching air entered Alan's nostrils and rose like flames in his body, awakening his almost forgotten memories.

As he recalled the fiery days when he was on the surface of the earth, Allen's heart suddenly stirred. He looked to the left, and behind a hill in that direction, a jeep and two motorcycles suddenly drove out. The carriages were tied with the same flag and seemed to belong to an armed organization. The knights in the carriages brandished their sabers and rifles and shouted at Alan.

Allen did not respond to this provocation and continued to follow the established route towards District 8. However, the other party seemed to be heading towards him. The jeep suddenly accelerated and turned a large angle in front of him. It moved horizontally and blocked Allen's path. In the car, a man quickly climbed to the back and lowered the muzzle of an anti-aircraft gun.

The muzzle of the gun was naturally aimed at Allen, so Allen stopped about a hundred meters away from the off-road vehicle.

Two motorcycles circled behind Alan and surrounded him. On the jeep, the man in the car stood up. His hair was braided and tied behind his head. He picked up a long knife from the side and knocked on the windshield in front of the car. "Hey, kid on the other side. Leave the car and the equipment on you and scram. I'm in a good mood today. You're lucky!"

Alan finally understood that he had encountered the legendary'robbery '. He was so angry and funny. These people really didn't have eyes. They actually dared to rob even Beth Cod's people. But then again, there was no order on the surface, not to mention the war between the Federation and the Freedom Gate, causing the surface to become even more chaotic. Killing people and stealing goods was extremely common, so now this man only wanted him to leave behind his car and equipment, which could be considered to be exceptionally "benevolent".

But that didn't mean that Alan had to obediently submit. He opened the saber sheath beside him and took out the heavy saber Qianjun. "I don't want to cause any trouble," Ellen Qianjun pointed at him. "That doesn't mean I'm afraid of trouble. So you'd better get out of the way. Otherwise, it'll be too late to regret it."

It turned out that Ellen's hard work was not only useless, but also made the man in front of him laugh loudly three times. The other party laughed and said coldly, "Kill that ignorant brat!"

Alan shrugged his shoulders and his eyes turned cold. The scorching air in the surroundings instantly became even drier. The temperature rose several degrees out of thin air, and Qianjun's blade gradually emitted a profound yellow light. It looked like the blade was refracting sunlight.

Before the gunman behind the off-road vehicle could pull the trigger, Alan had already slashed away. The two sides were separated by a hundred meters, and this remote slash appeared to be so pale and powerless. The people in the car thought that Alan was just making a gesture. Suddenly, the off-road vehicle let out a sharp sound of metal cracking. The two men in the car widened their eyes and watched in disbelief as a red light separated the car from the center.

The car disintegrated and then exploded, sending the people in the car flying.

Without the flames, however, there was nothing that could not be chopped down by an inch of fire. Even though it was still the "Inch Flame" that had not been completed yet, this tyrannical slash without the slightest trace of smoke still let the people on the motorcycle behind know that they had hit an iron plate. He didn't even have the intention to retaliate for his companions. He let out a strange cry and the motorcycle made a turn on the spot before running wildly for its life.

Alan shook his head, withdrew his heavy saber, and continued on his journey.

That evening, he arrived at a market on the edge of the eighth district. The market was not big, but it was bustling. People from several of the surrounding settlements would come here to sell or buy the supplies they needed. The stalls in the market were next to each other, and the crowd was so dense that Allen's motorcycle was unable to pass through. He could only park his motorcycle in a parking lot outside the market, pay a decent parking fee, and then dive into the crowd with a knife sheath and a rifle.

Half an hour later, Alan stopped in front of a building in the market. There were only two floors in the house. This was the most ordinary brick house in the market. Downstairs facing the street was a stall, and the back and second floors were for hire. Alan turned to the back of the house, where it was quieter. Occasionally, only three or two pedestrians were allowed to pass by.

A wooden door was concealed, and there was a dim space inside, so it could not be seen clearly. Alan walked up a few stone steps and knocked on the door. Before he even touched the door, a black barrel poked out from the crack in the door and pointed at Alan's forehead.

"Take it away, or I'll cut off your hand." Alan said coldly.

A pair of eyes appeared behind the door and the door opened. The man withdrew his gun and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Young Master Allen, I'm just following the procedure."

This was a familiar face. Alan remembered that when he was heading to Grey Bridge Town, the predators who had just bumped into the steel hammer had attacked the town. That night, a Black Hawk Assault Squad from Beth Cod rushed over to support him. The man in charge of leading the squad was the man in front of him, Matt.

"Captain Matt, aren't you in the seventh district?" Alan said in surprise.

Matt smiled and said, "The higher-ups seem to know that I worked with you once, so this time, they directly transferred us from District 7."

"Where's the silver?"

"In the basement, with our heads." Matt called Ellen in. There were two men in the house, dressed in ordinary clothes. They treated the two of them as if they were air, not even glancing at the corners of their eyes.

It's a great cover-up.

Matt took Ellen into a bedroom, lifted a carpet, and lifted the floor, revealing a stone staircase leading to the ground. The light below was bright and Alan walked down. Hearing the sound of footsteps, a few of the commandos stepped forward with guns in their hands. Seeing Matt, he dispersed. The basement was unexpectedly spacious and did not give off the slightest sense of urgency. Moreover, it was well ventilated and looked like it had been in business for a long time.

"This is a safe place for us in District 8." Matt said as he led Alan into one of the rooms.

As soon as the door opened, Alan saw two people. One of them was a predator hunter, Silver. The other was a woman. The moment he saw this woman, Alan felt a slight stab of pain. If this wasn't Beth Cod's safe haven, Alan would have pulled out his saber and faced her.

This woman gave him a very dangerous feeling!