Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 896: Crimson King (2)

The next day, before dawn, Bawinter and Allen left the town. The corpses and motorcycle wreckage on the open space outside the town had already been cleaned out. With this lesson, the Iron Wolf Bandits should not dare to cause trouble in the town for a short period of time. The two of them had walked for two kilometers on foot, so Alan could forget about it. His current Origin Energy had already been converted into Void Heavenly Flame. Wherever they passed, the snow naturally melted, and even the water was vaporized into white smoke before it could even melt. Along the way, the snow gave way, and the smoke dragon flew far away, how domineering it was.

Baventer followed Alan obediently, borrowing his light to walk on the smooth road that was melting away in the snow. However, this old blacksmith was dressed in a single robe and only drank from time to time with a wine jug in his hand. It was evident that it was not simple either. Alan thought to himself, this was also normal. How could an ordinary blacksmith receive more than a thousand pieces of metal? How could he swing a metal hammer made of meteoric iron? However, Horn did not talk about the identity of the blacksmith. Alan was someone with a heart. He knew that Baventer definitely did not want too many people to know about him, so he did not ask.

The two of them arrived in front of an ice lake. The surface of the ice lake was already frozen. The wind blew past, bringing with it an endless chill. Alan didn't feel anything. Hot smoke rose up beside him, and he wasn't afraid of the cold. However, if an ordinary person were to stand here, their legs would probably tremble and their stomachs would be extremely cold.

Baventer took another sip and carefully put away the wine jug. "There's not much left. I hope it'll be enough for the journey back." He murmured. Then he said to Ellen, "Kid, take out your knife."

Alan obediently put the long box on his back on the ground and opened it with one hand. Inside, a blazing heat immediately surged out. The saber embryo lying in the casing emitted a faint red light, and the blade continued to emit heat. Ordinary people, let alone wielding knives to kill enemies, would probably not even be able to touch them. Alan held onto the hilt of the saber, and the saber embryo instantly flashed with a dark red pattern that was like a tree root that was staggered and complicated.

"Throw it into the ice lake." Baventer pouted towards the lake.

Ellen didn't say a word and used the saber embryo as a javelin. As soon as his strength was released, the saber embryo immediately pulled out a dark rainbow light and threw it towards the center of the ice lake. With a thud, the saber embryo smashed into the ice, leaving a hole in the ice without any suspense. There was a crackling sound of ice breaking on the surface of the lake. The frozen surface of the lake was crushed open ten centimeters wide. The saber embryo naturally sank into the unfrozen lake water below.

In the next moment, a stream of hot smoke rushed up from the gap. The impact of the gas flow was so strong that the gap was even regenerated and expanded a bit. The hot smoke continued to rise, and the sound of water rumbling could be heard from the surface of the lake. Alan narrowed his eyes, knowing that the lake water had been forcefully evaporated by the blazing heat emitted by the saber embryo. He looked at Baventer, who no longer hid anything and said directly, "The fire origin energy contained in the Fire God's Heart that you brought is very tyrannical." I guess that kind of crystal is most likely in the center of the earth or the depths of the volcano. It absorbs heat from the earth all year round and stores it. What kind of Prison Flame Eye is 108,000 kilometers inferior to it? In order to fuse it into the Thousand Averages, I have spent a lot of effort. "

He waved his hand and let Alan swallow a "thank you" back into his stomach. The old blacksmith sighed, "Back then, when master forged this Qianjun, he often lamented that there were no excellent materials that could fuse with Qianjun, causing Qianjun to fail in the end. The reason why Qianjun maintained the rough appearance of a saber embryo was not because master was unable to sharpen it into a saber, but because he thought that it was more suitable for Qianjun's artifact nature."

"Until now, I have seen the Heart of the Fire God. I know that the chance for Qianjun to be reborn is right in front of me. Only this kind of material can revive the broken Qianjun. If it weren't for it, I wouldn't dare to agree to Mr. Horn's request." The old blacksmith rolled his eyes. "Alright, stop staring at me. I'm too lazy to mention who I am. All you need to know is that I worked under General Meslin for a while."

Alan shrugged.

"But even though the Heart of the Fire God can fuse into the Thousand Average, it is too domineering. You can see that even after fusing with the new blade, it still releases heat and is too sharp. So it has to be thrown into the ice lake to cool down and press all of its sharpness back into the blade. The sharpness is restrained before it can be considered successful," Bawinter continued.

Looking at the glacial lake, the ice layer on the surface of the lake was constantly cracking apart, and the heat was not the same as before. Waves of hot smoke rushed out from the cracks in the ice, shrouding the entire lake with a huge cloud of white smoke. Allen walked to the lake. Before, the surface of the ice was flat with the lake shore. Now, the ice had already jumped down. There was a difference of several dozen centimeters between the ice and the lake shore. The difference was falling at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Alan couldn't hide his astonishment.

More than an hour later, the glacial lake had already reached its bottom, leaving only a shallow pool of water. White smoke rose from the lake, and the long saber that Alan threw into the lake stabbed into the bottom of the lake. Bavente winked, and Alan rushed into the lake, arriving near the saber. The outer layer of iron clothes on the long saber was falling off, revealing the smooth and dark red blade inside. Alan stretched out his hand and slapped the saber. The saber bounced up, buzzing in the air, completely shattering the remaining iron robes on the surface.

Alan reached out to grab the saber, and a red light suddenly shone from the depths of the saber.

It was as if a sun had risen at the bottom of the lake.

Saber Qi soared into the sky! josei

The last pool of lake water in the lake was finally stimulated by the hot air. The flames on the lake that the sun was gradually restraining finally turned into strands of flame energy that wrapped around the blade without end. Allen calmed down and saw that the saber embryo from before had completely transformed. Now, the saber in his hand had completely transformed. The hilt of the saber was dark, just like Qian Jun. When the blade was raised, it moved inch by inch upwards, turning from black to red. Three inches from the edge of the blade, it was almost crimson red, like a piece of iron that had been burned red by the fire, but when touched, it felt icy cold. There were a few golden lines on the blade ridge, occasionally flickering. Whenever it lit up, the heat of the saber would be astonishing.

Holding it in his hand, Allen could clearly sense the changes in the saber's inner force, and he could feel that it was connected to the saber's heart. This feeling was even more comfortable and natural than before when Qianjun was in his hand. He casually slashed the blade through the void, and a chunk of scarlet saber Qi rushed out from the edge of the blade. The bottom of the lake trembled, and a crack quietly appeared beneath Allen's feet, extending straight up to a hundred meters. The two sides of the crack were charred black, and traces of red light could be seen between them. Green smoke rose from the black trough, as if it had been sliced through by a beam of high-energy cannons.

A casual saber strike would have such power!

Bavente nodded happily. He couldn't help but take out the wine jug and drink all the wine in it. Then, he wiped the wine stains and said, "Brat, the knife in your hand is qualified to be named. Although it came from Qianjun, it is no longer Qianjun. Give it a name."

Allen thought for a moment and saw the flame energy around the blade shrouding it like a fluorescent light. He muttered to himself, "Chi Ying? No, she's too weak. She's not worthy of the overbearing power of this blade. Then … call her Chi Wang."

The saber rang endlessly.

On this day, Alan left the town with the new King of Saber Crimson and Lucy. The mayor's granddaughter stood in the old panasonic tree outside the town for a long time, and that night, Bawinter and the mayor had a long talk. The next morning, with only a patched backpack and the hammer on his back, the blacksmith, who had lived in the town for many years, left the town. No one knew where he was going.

This world was like this, coming and going, gathering and scattering.

Late at night.

Mobie opened his eyes and frowned as he looked at the wound on his chest. There was a bandage around his chest. The white bandage was oozing blood, which was very abnormal. Logically speaking, no matter how domineering Horn's Qiu Yan's saber qi was. Giving Mobbit three days was enough time to clean it up. However, he had already stayed on the surface for almost a week. Not only had his injuries not healed, they had instead become even more serious.

The President stood up and decided to return to Babylon tomorrow, no matter what.

He left the island too long ago.

Even though there was news coming from the island every day, it was so detailed that he could control all the decisions on Babylon from afar. But leaving the political center for days like this was the only time Mobius had ever done so. He didn't know if it was because of the strange condition of his injuries, but he couldn't get rid of a trace of uneasiness in his heart.

For reasons of confidentiality, Mobit could not be examined in detail. Eliphant could only find trusted doctors to treat the president's injuries, but they could not say why the president's injuries did not lessen. Even though the violent Eliphant had killed two or three of them, Mobius could not stop them.

Eliphant was a chess piece that he had placed on the ground, and many of the dirty work that Mobbit could not do was left to the fat man. Morbit was very clear about Eliphant's shameful deeds. Even the president turned a blind eye to the existence of the predators. But that didn't mean he trusted Eliphant. In fact, he could count on ten fingers to win the president's trust.

At first, he suspected that Eliphant had something to do with his injuries, but Morbit examined everything the fatty had sent him, including food and clothing, and found nothing. So now, he could not explain why his injuries were so strange.

Mobbit walked to the window.

Eliphant's manor was bathed in the cold moonlight, and the fatty was obviously a man who cared for his life. He had set up an army of a hundred men in this small manor. Not to mention the Minggang hidden sentry, this fellow had even set up a defensive heavy artillery at each of the two commanding heights. Even if the heavy artillery model was out of date, it would be more than enough to defend against a small manor.

The atmosphere in the manor was still tense tonight, but if anyone dared to step into the lightning pool that Fatty had carefully set up, they would probably die a pretty ugly death. In the past, it wasn't like they hadn't had a snack, or the arrival of assassins from hostile forces. However, no matter who it was, once they entered the manor, they would be as silent as mud into the sea. Over time, this manor was no different from a demon cave in the eyes of the locals.