Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 899: Goodbye (2)

As the chancellor of the exchequer of the Federation, Alstair held the economic lifeline of the Federation. Even though its importance could not be compared to veteran generals like Capulo and Russen, it was not an idle character. The fatty's words were funny and tactful, and his gaze fell on him. During his term of office, federal finances have risen but not fallen. If it weren't for Alstair's meticulous budget and long-term vision, the Federation's financial resources wouldn't have been enough to support the rapid development of the army.

Therefore, to Mobius, this fatty was even more important than the generals. Unless it was Capulo or the likes of Russen, the role of other generals was mostly one-size-fits-all. However, Alstair controlled the entire battlefield. Even though the battlefield he was galloping on was different from the generals', it was of equal importance. Adding on the fact that this fatty had never formed a party and was only privately close to Horn, Mobie didn't mind.

During his ten years in office, the President's relationship with Alstair was not sincere, but it was no ordinary superior-subordinate relationship. Ten years later, this relationship was worthy of being called an "old friend" by Alstair.

Morbit looked up and down at Fatty, Alstair's investment and political skill, but he had never heard of him being so powerful. The truth was the same. In the eyes of the President, the Origin Energy reaction on Alstair's body was weak and difficult to detect. It was only because the fatty had used his authority and spent a lot of money to ignite the fire seed. Alstair naturally did not want to go to the battlefield to kill enemies like the generals, but only for his own health.

But it was such a person, someone that Mobbit thought he was incomparably familiar with. However, at this moment tonight, he had accurately intercepted him. If not for Mobbit's familiarity with the fatty, Alstair would have been disguised by someone else. After all, he was such a stranger.

"Goodbye?" "Where do you want to send me to? Hell?" Mobbit said calmly.

Alstair smiled and pointed at the president. "Do people like you and I deserve to go to heaven? I just want you to go first. I believe we will meet there soon."

Mobbit's pupils narrowed. "Looks like I really saw something wrong. Then tell my old friend, what is your position in the Concealment Society?"

"K …"

"K of the six?" Mobie nodded his head and pointed at the wound on his body. "The black and white clowns among you can't keep me. Do you think you can do it?"

"I can, old friend." Alstair said bitterly, "The strength of the six-man council is not ranked by code name, although I have two clowns above me." But in fact, I am indeed the strongest one. Father, if I risk my life, I will only severely injure you. If I am willing to risk my life, I can even leave you at your peak state. But as you know, I can't die yet, so the priest chose to stand up and leave the job of finishing the job to me. "

It was not the wrong time, nor was it the right place. Mobie almost laughed out loud. But now, he didn't smile at all.

'"If the priest hadn't taken the initiative to accept this mission, I wouldn't have gone this far," sighed Alstair. "That old fellow was very skilled. He knew that if he died, I wouldn't have done anything. I was really conflicted along the way, but for the sake of the bigger picture, I could only do so. Let me see you off. At least, you can walk a little more gloriously."

Mobbit couldn't help but ask, "What exactly do you Light Concealment Society want?"

Fatty said solemnly, "All of this is to put our race on the right track of history, and now, whether it is you or the nobles, it is clear that humans are on the path of self-destruction."

"Bullshit!" Mobbit shouted, "Didn't I do everything for this race?"

"That's just what you think you're doing right." Alstair sighed. "From the moment you pushed Beth Cod onto the stage, and even personally tried to kill Horn, I vaguely guessed that today's ending was inevitable."

"Alright, old friend, we don't have much time. Please go on your way."

Alstair's eyes narrowed into a slit, but there was a strong light in his thin eyes.

His Qi surged as he continuously rushed past the various levels, as if there was no end to it.

Mobius was surprised, but he knew that he could not allow the fatty to accumulate strength, otherwise, how could he withstand it with his broken body? He shouted out loudly and smashed his fist into the fatty's chest with the momentum of a landslide.

Fatty didn't dodge.

Mobbit easily smashed into his chest, causing Alstair's fat body to tremble. There were hidden ripples under the clothes, and the circles spread out. The president was shocked to find that not only could he not break open the fatty with a punch, but his fist continued to sink into the mud as if it had been thrown into a ball of mud. Alstair opened his mouth and sucked in a breath of air. His spherical body continued to shrink. He sucked in all of it in one breath before shouting loudly. The fat body bounced away, producing a strong countershock force, causing ripples to appear in the atmosphere. The surrounding trees fell to the ground, and the two of them fell to the ground one after another and splashed away.

A burst of cracking sounds rang out. Mobie's arm was broken and deformed, and he flew backwards. He fell ten meters away and spat out blood on the woodland.

Alstair sighed and walked over.

Eliphant's manor was torched.

Under the flames of A, the entire manor turned into a sea of fire. All the buildings in the manor were engulfed by the flames. When the flames are extinguished, they will merge into one. The woman stared blankly at the manor in the flames and said, "I won't choose another cemetery for you. Old man, you can just bury some here."

She took out a cigarette, lit it, and threw it into the fire, "There's no wine, so I'll take this cigarette to see you off. See you in hell."

Then he turned around and left.

After leaving the small town that had been shattered by the battle between the two experts, A sensed the aura and headed straight for the forest where Mobius had escaped. She walked in full swing, leaving burning footprints on the pavement.

A few minutes later, A saw Alstair. Fatty's back was facing her, and he couldn't see his expression, but on the spherical figure, A saw a heaviness that was unprecedentedly heavy. She couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was, which made her slightly irritated. Without hesitating, she went straight to Alstair's side, and then looked at Mobius, who was sitting on the ground with his back against a broken tree.

Mobius lowered his hands and closed his eyes. Blood oozed out of his eyes, nose, and chest. There was no longer any aura left.

"Dead?" A Look at Alstair.

The latter expressionlessly said, "Why don't you check to see if his heart core is broken?"

The heart core shattered, and even the ruler could not die any longer. A calmly said, "No need, I have a more direct method."

An orange flame burst out in her hand, and the color of the flame quickly changed from orange to dark blue. The blue flame was faint, seemingly cold, but the actual temperature was even higher than the yellow flame. When struck by it, it could instantly melt iron. However, one of his palms easily gripped the ball of flame. The blue flame kept twisting, as if it wanted to break free from the fat hand, but in the end, it was extinguished by Alstair's hand.

A asked coldly, "What do you mean?"

"Shouldn't I ask you this? Do you doubt me?" Alstair looked at the woman, his eyes narrowed into slits, his eyes shining brightly, "Whatever, Morbit's contribution to our race is beyond reproach. Sending him on the road is already the limit I can tolerate. If you want to profane the dead, don't blame me for being impolite!"

"Oh, why are you being so impolite?" A Tit for tat.

"Don't think I'm afraid of you just because you're selling breasts and butts to that man." Alstair said with a smile. "A, you're still young. Now get out of my sight before I get angry."

The woman clenched her fists, loosened them, and clenched them tightly. Finally, he snorted and turned around to leave.

Only then did Alstair's expression soften and he looked at Mobius. He picked a relatively spacious place and punched him. A pit that was several meters long and several meters wide suddenly appeared on the ground, and the stone mud gushed endlessly. When the dust settled, Alstair carried Mobius up and put him in the pit. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the blood off the president's face. After doing all this, Alstair jumped out of the pit and said, "The scenery here is not bad. You, just rest here. See how we brought this race to heaven. At that time, you will find that you are not wronged in the slightest."

He laughed and pushed his hands. The mud at the edge of the pit was immediately poured back into the pit, gradually filling up the pit and flattening it. Alstair casually picked up a broken piece of wood the thickness of a thigh and stabbed it into the ground as if it were a tombstone. He knocked lightly on the wooden stake and left with his hands behind his back.

About a minute later, A reappeared. She stared silently at the wooden stake for half an hour before turning and leaving.

This was the time to truly leave. josei

The car jolted and almost shook Leon off his seat. The William Young Master, who was sleeping comfortably, suddenly stretched and leaned behind the chair in the front driver's seat, asking, "Is the airport not here yet? I'm almost bored to death."

Lucy covered her mouth and chuckled.

Alan rolled his eyes and said, "Young Master, besides drinking and sleeping with girls, tell me, what fun do you have?"

Leon smiled and said, "Brother, the Gate of Freedom and the Federation are still in a buffer zone." There is no war on the surface. Tell me what else can I do in this place other than the above? At least you have His Highness to accompany you. You can make love to me when you're free. What about me? "I'm a bachelor who doesn't drink and sleep with girls. Do you want me to be your light bulb?"

"You can take Juliet." Lucy blinked.

"You don't understand, my beautiful highness." "A fresh girl like Juliet," Leon said in a familiar tone, "only in a small town can she maintain that temperament. If you bring her to Babylon and experience the prosperous world, she will change. So, it's better to think about it than to change things in the future."

"Don't listen to him," said Alan, shaking his head. "There are a lot of principles. To put it bluntly, isn't he going back to Babylon and still having fun? How can he have time to think about a Juliet?"

Leon said with a wounded expression, "Brother, you hurt me so badly with this knife."