Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 624: You Ge

Beast roars resounded from behind. From beginning to end, no one heard Catherine's voice. However, the aura was rapidly disappearing, and Catherine's slaughter was accurate and efficient. Alan smiled bitterly in his heart. This young major general's Origin Energy level was roughly the same as Seguris's, but in terms of combat art, he was far superior to his so-called brother. Allen asked himself that even if all his cards were exposed, it would be difficult to knock Catherine down head-on.

He could only find another way.

For Allen, fighting was not the only path. He wasn't Regis, and he didn't have the so-called chivalry. If necessary, he could return to being a youth wandering in the wilderness. He used guerrilla, trap, sneak attack and other tactics to deal with his target.

This was what Ellen was good at, and the Holly Forest was his real stage. It was just that Catherine was not an ordinary person. Just the fact that she and Allen had similar experiences was enough to make Allen fully concentrate on dealing with her.

Ellen was sure that she had as much experience in the wilderness as she had.

Suddenly, the wind blew.

Catherine had already caught up, and Ellen thought to herself that it had taken her about twelve seconds to deal with the beasts. This gave Alan a new understanding of her strength.

Allen flew at full speed, not retaining any Origin Energy or physical strength. He pushed forward at the maximum speed he could reach. Along the way, he passed through several high slopes, countless trees, and no matter what obstacles he encountered, he was unable to stop at all. Catherine's speed wasn't that fast, which could be seen from her fighting style. She was an expert in that kind of exquisite battle technique. Once she fell into her continuous offensive, she would be like an insect that fell into a spider web. If she was unable to break through the formation with her strength, she would slowly devour it. josei

She was indeed moving at an astonishing speed in a small space. But this kind of straight-line running was obviously not something she was good at. It could be seen from the gradually diminishing sound of the wind behind her that Catherine was gradually drawing a distance from him. But if Alan used all of his strength to run, he would undoubtedly be caught up to by Catherine in the end. After all, Catherine's level was not a decoration. Her Origin Energy was much deeper than Alan's.

Allen could match a Level 25 expert with all his strength, but that didn't mean that his Origin Energy was Level 25. It was only by adding together many external factors that he could achieve his superb combat strength. If these items were removed, only nineteenth grade Origin Energy would remain his weakness. This weakness would be constantly magnified in the face of high-level experts.

As he ran, Allen's head was also thinking at a high speed. One plan after another emerged in his mind and was repeatedly rejected by him. In the end, only one plan was adopted by him. He began to slow down and retract his Origin Energy. Sure enough, as soon as he slowed down, Catherine immediately increased her speed, and the sound of air-piercing behind her continued to intensify. Alan crossed another hillside, and below was a horizontal tree trunk.

When Alan stepped on it, the tree trunk immediately caved in. It turned out to be hollow. He was secretly delighted, and his gaze swept across the snow. He quickly caught sight of a dead tree not far away. Alan tore off the material from the wound on his waist and wrapped the piece of cloth stained with his blood around the dead wood. After looking back and estimating the time, he threw the dead wood to the left.

The withered wood let out a sharp sound as it perfectly retained the smell of Allen's blood in the air. Alan picked up a pile of snow on the ground and applied it to his wounds and other places. He tried his best to conceal his scent and went into the dead wood. Following that, the origin energy was retracted, and even the rate of heartbeat was reduced. His nose was filled with the smell of wood chips. At this moment, something broke through the tree trunk with a cracking sound.

Alan could see through the irregular gaps in the tree trunk that Catherine was falling into the snow with her back to him. He hurriedly retracted his gaze from Catherine's attention. When it came to experts of Catherine's level, their perception was extremely sharp, and a single mistake would be self-defeating. Catherine quickly flew towards the dead wood and disappeared into the snow in the blink of an eye.

The trap didn't fool her for long, and Alan immediately got out of the tree trunk and dived in the opposite direction. He lightened his footsteps and tried to find a place to rest on trees or rocks to avoid leaving footprints on the snow. Only after carefully sweeping over a hundred meters did he use his strength to run wildly, leaving behind clear footprints on the snowy ground. Very quickly, Catherine let out a clear howl from behind, her howl carrying a faint hint of anger. Apparently, she had already discovered that she had been tricked, and her heart was slightly enraged.

Alan chuckled and sped away.

Catherine returned to the high slope and stopped abruptly after circling around. In front of her eyes, the trunk lying horizontally below the slope had been eroded, and some bark was scattered at the exit on the right. The inside of the bark was still very rough, with thin thorns. It was obvious that it had just fallen off the tree trunk. Catherine squeezed out a soft snort from her nose and made a prompt decision, sweeping in the direction the bark pointed.

However, after dozens of meters, Catherine did not find any traces. She couldn't help but frown. At this moment, the adjutant's voice sounded from the pocket communicator on the collar of the military uniform, "General, you're not chasing in the wrong direction. He's right in front of you."

Catherine's face was covered in frost. "Are you watching me?"

"No, no, this subordinate doesn't dare. I just want to help the general end this game as soon as possible."

"Hmph, looks like Russen is pushing you guys very hard. I heard that this isn't a game, at least not for me. You guys get away from me, I don't want to hear your voice anymore." Catherine took off her communication device and gripped it with her fingers. The small device immediately shattered, producing a wisp of green smoke. Catherine waved her hand and threw the fragment on the snow, chasing after it.

Alan silently flew down from a low tree like a night crow. He slid through the air and landed on the snow more than ten meters away. He rolled, leaving behind shallow traces on the snow, but he had already bounced up. The sound of a stream of water was immediately heard, indicating that there was a river not far away. This was a great thing for him. If the river was big enough and flowed fast enough, then it would be great to get rid of the pursuers.

He followed the sound of water and came out of a bush. As expected, a wave of scales leapt into his eyes. A large river turned in front of him and rolled forward. Alan shouted happily and jumped into the river with Blood Hidden in his hand. With a thud, he fell into the water. The bone-chilling river water lifted his spirits, and he immediately swam forward along the river water.

After swimming for a while, he simply dived into the river and quickly left.