Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 893: Virtual Snake

Alan had just arrived in the morning, but in the afternoon he had already gone to the training ground to practice his saber

As he brandished his saber, the contents of the secret conversation with Horn naturally surpassed his mind.

Horn told him a few things.

One was that Old Baker was dead, and his kingdom had been taken over. Although there were inevitable losses, in the end, the benefits outweighed the disadvantages. The second was the future crisis of the family. The president's intentions had pushed Beth Cod too far. However, Horn also had some countermeasures. Cloud Iron Star was a hot potato. Even if Horn refused, the Federation would probably not take it back. He simply gave half of the profits to his biggest ally, the Williams Family, and then split Cloud Iron Star among other capable families by way of a tender, in order to split up some of the potential dangers of Bescot.

Nevertheless, this method still did not cure the symptoms. Horn also said that this was just delaying the nobles' chaos. In the end, the source was on Mobius' side. Deeper in the federation, even if he killed a Mobit, the new president would still take action against the nobles. Now that the Federation was strong, it was normal for the nobles to not be able to control a large amount of resources. josei

Allen felt depressed. How could a race that was still fighting inside face a powerful enemy like Agares?

Horn also mentioned another matter to him, but that matter was related to Alan. Horn told him to go to a small town called Van der Sie as soon as possible so that he could retrieve the broken knife in Baventer's hand. After that, he would leave this place as soon as possible and return to Heaven's Planet to fight for his own heaven and earth.

All of this flashed through his mind. Allen's blade was as fast as a knife. The blade was even more faintly glowing with dark red flames. The temperature of the space around him was even more frighteningly high. It was like a furnace.

Alan didn't realize it at all.

Skyfire burned in his body as he brandished the saber in his hand. After swinging his saber countless times, Allen used a simple slash to end the battle. The blade pressed out a ray of flame and rushed like a dragon, leaving a straight black line on the ground. Then, green smoke rose up. Alan shook his head helplessly. Right now, his Origin Energy was no longer something an ordinary weapon could withstand. Even if the Void Heavenly Flame only had a thread of essence, it wouldn't take long for an ordinary sword to melt into juice after being poured into it.

He had already tried it in Adahua Planet. Right now, only the Abyss Devil praised this Origin Tool for being able to carry his Origin Energy unharmed, but he couldn't always use it to defend against his enemies. At the end of the day, he had crossed the level 30 barrier, and Alan was not prepared to reveal the Origin Tool to the world. So now, the Broken Blade Qianjun that Horn had sent to the surface had become Alan's only choice. All of them were made of meteoric iron from space, plus materials like the Heart of the Fire God. Even if he couldn't forge a weapon that could be called a famous saber, the power to carry the Void Heavenly Flame should be sufficient.

He sighed. Originally, he had won many benefits for his clan, but he was still secretly delighted. He didn't expect that there would be such a great danger below that honor. Beth Cod was now a colossus, and even the three great clans did not dare to underestimate him. However, if his opponent was the entire Federation, Allen didn't need to think about it to know that he wasn't an opponent on the same level.

It was perfectly normal for Mobit to let the nobles have internal strife so that he could take over the resources controlled by the nobles. Without such ambitions and ideas, he would not be a qualified politician. Alan could understand, but he could not accept it. Especially since he had just helped the Federation resolve a great crisis. Not long after, Mobbit turned around and set up a trap for Beth Cod. How could Alan not be angry?

However, just like Horn had said, in this situation, before he could completely tear his face apart, he could only make a fool of himself with the Federation. As wise as that old man, he could only say "one step at a time". In fact, this game of chess was so big that it had already exceeded Horn's control. This legendary man could only resume his business for the clan's future.

Within that, Allen's development on Planet Paradise would be a crucial step. Horn didn't say anything, but he hinted that if something couldn't be done one day, Beth Cod would at least have the chance to retreat from Planet Paradise. Of course, only if Alan could become the overlord on that planet would he be able to protect the entire family.

Can I do it? Alan asked himself.

A ray of light flashed in front of his eyes, and the severed finger in the snow was still vivid in his eyes.

I can do it!

The next day Allen took Lucy to Freedom Harbor and planned to take a public airship to District Eight to find the blacksmith Baventer in Van der Silver Town. There were still two months to go before the new Death Arena was held, and there were more frequent exchanges between the Statue of Liberty Harbor and the flying ships on the ground than usual. However, this year's death arena was not as grand as before because of the Gate of Freedom. In order to gather 22 contestants, the Federation broke the previous practice of having only one contestant in each district and allowed two or more contestants to participate.

When the two of them waited in the terminal for the airship to set sail, the large screens in the hall did not spare any effort to publicize the death arena.

"It's been so many years in the blink of an eye." Lucy leaned against Ellen's shoulder and looked at the slightly tender faces on the screen. "Who do you think will win this year?"

"I just returned to Babylon yesterday like you. How could I know so clearly?" Ellen flicked her forehead and looked at the screen. "It used to be said that the death arena was a way to ease the conflict between the surface and the floating island. But now, it seems to me that it's more like a reminder of the luxury life on the floating island. How can this be a way to ease the conflict? It's more like intensifying the conflict."

"After all, there is only one winner." Lucy crossed her ten slender fingers and blinked, "After all, this is the legacy of your Federation."

Alan thought of Mobius and said indifferently, "Tradition is broken."

Only then did he think of His Excellency the President. As soon as the screen changed, an election advertisement for Mobius appeared.

Alan closed his eyes.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and saw a figure sitting beside him. Sitting beside him was a young man with a lazy smile on his face, his sunny golden hair almost dazzling Allen's eyes. The chewing youth wrapped his hand around Ellen's neck and said, "This is your fault, brother. It's been a long time since you came back and didn't meet your old friend. Where are you going to play?"

Alan shook his head and pushed him away with one hand. "I'm not going to play, Young Master Leon."

Leon smiled and blinked at Lucy with a look of disbelief. "This has brought His Highness Lucy along. Are you going to fight on the surface? I heard that Old Baker has been taken care of by Mr. Horn. You don't have any enemies on the surface for now, do you?"

He patted his forehead and said, "Oh, right. That old man Main attacked you openly in the Garden of Eden. Is he looking for trouble? Then take me with you. I promise I'll make him vomit three liters of blood."

Alan looked at this guy and felt a headache.