Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 1194: Blade Of Chaos

Just as he was about to hit Belmord, one of his hands was suddenly placed horizontally in front of the general's pink fist. A ball of dark flames was spinning rapidly in that palm, and the general's fist landed on that ball of dark flames. The Origin Energy of both sides were constantly consuming each other. In the end, he clasped his hands together and wrapped the general's fist in it. Belmord shrugged his shoulders and said, "What a little chili. I advise you not to move."

"Really? To be honest, you're a very interesting guy, but now I have to knock you down. Perhaps after throwing you into prison, we can sit down and have a good chat." The female general blinked.

"Thank you, but I have no interest in places like prison."

"That's not up to you." The female general suddenly loosened her legs that were wrapped around Belmord's waist. She quickly nimbly touched Belmord's body, and she flipped over in the air and kicked Belmord's chin. The latter immediately raised his head, allowing the general to kick empty-handed. However, taking advantage of this opportunity, the general gripped Belmord's wrist tightly with both of his hands and swung him up with the inertia of turning back, smashing him heavily onto the ground.

Before Belmord could catch his breath, the female general had already sat on his body with her legs parted. This posture was very ambiguous. If he had changed the time and place, perhaps Belmord would have enjoyed it quite a bit. But now, the female general's legs were like steel, suppressing him from moving. She raised her hands and punched down like rain. Belmord could only cross his hands to block the female general's quick punch.

In an instant, countless punches were fired, but the speed of the female general's punch was still soaring. Seeing that she was about to reach the limit, a black flame bounced from Belmord's body and brushed her fist towards the general's right eye. In the female general's line of sight, the black flame continued to rise, and something sharp seemed to emerge from the black flame, shooting towards her eyes.

She no longer cared about attacking Belmord. She turned her fists into palms and pressed them down on the ground, leaning back. A short blade pierced out from the black flame, bringing down a few strands of the general's hair. The general rolled back and landed, only to see more black flames flying towards him. She pushed her hands and feet on the ground at the same time, using her strength to retreat, flashing through the short blades that broke through the fire from the stream of flames.

After a total of seven short blades shot into the air, they drew different trajectories in mid-air and shot towards her at the same time. The female general continuously dodged, and the short blades fell to the ground or the wall, exploding into black fireballs one after another. After the seven explosions, the female general had already extended a distance of more than ten meters from Belmord. This distance was enough for Belmord to stand up leisurely. He also had time to shake his numb arms and spread out his hands. Black flames flew from his feet and clothes.

Within the rising black flames, sharp blades of various shapes broke through the flames. The female general swept her eyes. Those weapons were guns, halberds, swords, or knives. There were many types and quantities of them, and they were densely distributed in the space around Belmord. From time to time, black mist and flames spread out from their bodies, and all of their blade tips faced towards the Federation Major General.

"What the hell is this?" The female general asked with a frown.

Belmord smiled and said, "They are the blades of chaos, not some kind of shit. How about it, try it?" Without waiting for the general's reply, Belmord casually flicked his finger on a dagger beside him, and the dagger immediately whistled.

The general snorted coldly and threw a simple punch, opening the dagger. However, the moment they collided, the dagger exploded and turned into a ball of black flames. However, the feeling the black flames gave her was not high temperature, but cold. When she retracted her fist, she saw that the white fist was dyed with a faint blue color. The seemingly beautiful color gave her a chill. The general's Origin Energy rushed over and drove the chill away, causing the light blue color on his fist to dissipate by more than half.

At this time, another two shots and a halberd flew over. The general didn't dare to be careless this time. The green light between her fists shone brightly. She wrapped her fist with Origin Energy, forming a barrier and increasing the power of her boxing. When the spear halberd shot towards her, she slightly bowed, clenched her fists, and sucked her abdomen to slide back. The general's eyes glowed with lightning as he drew a slight distance between himself and the spear halberd. The two fists struck three times at an extremely fast speed. The tip of the fist did not touch the blade of chaos, and only the origin energy ball wrapped around the fist formed a shockwave that exploded the two fists and one halberd.

This time, the black flames from the explosion did not touch her.

"Well done, but I still have a lot left. Can you follow them all?" Belmord snapped his fingers. All of the Primordial Blades began to buzz and tremble. Then, all of them shot towards the general. The hundreds of different types of weapons dragged out black tail flames, and they surged towards the general like a school of fish returning to the sea.

The fear of the Chaos Blade was not because of the sharpness of the mimicry blade or the explosive flames, but because as long as the explosive flames were cut or stained by them, they would randomly pollute the opponent's body with various negative energies. Those negative energies would cause frostbite, burning, poisonous creatures, neurotoxins, and other unfavorable elements, thus continuously weakening the opponent's combat strength and even willpower. In the end, they would fall into the abyss of primordial chaos and be unable to get up again.

The dense chaos blades flew around the female general to attack and kill him. The general had already used both his fists and legs, but he still occasionally scratched the sharp blades, causing the black flames to get stained. However, in a short while, she had already been exposed to a variety of negative energy pollution, and these effects would increase with the passage of time.

Inside Mirren's goggles, a fist that was bouncing with lightning was constantly expanding. The battle auxiliary function of the goggles quickly calculated the trajectory and landing point of the opponent's boxing. Mirren quickly made a judgment and drifted away. He leaned against the wall behind him and strangely translated. As a result, the Federation Major General's fist could only smash into the wall in vain. A circle of shock waves spread out, and the surrounding walls trembled like ripples on the water surface. Then, the metal twisted and shattered, and the large cables buried in the wall were torn apart, spraying out sparks. The general panted heavily and pulled his arm out of the wall. Seeing that Mirren was still in the mood to observe the battles in other areas, he simply didn't put him in his eyes. The general roared angrily and pounced towards Mirren. He grabbed him with open arms, wanting to hug him.

Only then did Mirren turn her head, her face expressionless, and her eyes behind the goggles were calm. His figure suddenly rose so high that the general threw himself into the air. Mirren took the opportunity to step on his shoulder and jump behind him. With a backward flip in the air, Mirren lowered her head and feet, raised both guns horizontally in her hands, and pressed down on the trigger. The general hurriedly turned around and saw the flames of Mirren's mimicry pistols flickering. Silver-white Origin Energy bullets almost covered the space in his upper body.

The general's pupils dilated, his arms blocking his head, face, and chest, activating a barrier of Origin Energy. The rain of bullets first shattered the barrier and then landed on the general's hand. The two sleeves of the general immediately shattered and flew away, but the arms under the sleeves were flowing with a layer of metallic luster. Those Origin Energy bullets could not penetrate into his skin inch by inch. At this moment, Mirren landed on the ground. He smiled faintly. The bullets nailed to the general's hand flickered, and the origin power flames within them erupted. A fireball immediately rose up in the corridor.

The shockwave of the explosion pushed the general out. He took a few steps back and sat down on the ground. Seeing his face and hands in a sorry state, the general smashed his fist into the ground with hatred and got up again.

At this moment, a group of Iron Fist Legion and soldiers rushed towards Mirren.

The general attacked from the opposite direction at the same time.

A large amount of data flashed through Mirren's goggles. First, he turned around and threw a pistol at the charging soldier. Then, he turned around and opened fire on the general with the remaining pistol. As the single spear suppressed the general, the spinning mimicry pistol opened fire on itself. The Origin Energy bullets swept a few rounds, instantly knocking down the group of soldiers before returning to Mirren's hands.

Mirren's two guns collided, and the flames at the muzzle of the gun soared. A ball of silver light rapidly gathered and expanded, and it was filled with terrifying energy that made people go mad! The general had already rushed to Mirren's left, but when he saw this situation, he stopped in his tracks. Then, the ball of light expanded and cracked, spitting out a dazzling silver pillar of light!

The pillar of light instantly struck. The general crossed his hands to block the pillar of light, but he kept pushing it backwards. The pillars of light grew brighter and brighter. After the entire corridor was engulfed by the white light, an explosive sound sounded from within the light, causing the entire corridor to vibrate violently. The light lasted for nearly three seconds before gradually dimming down. Flames surged in the corridor, and the walls of the corridor twisted and fell off. Even the ground was arched by the shock waves. The corridor seemed to have been rubbed by the giant's hands. Countless cables and steel were twisted together. One could imagine how intense the explosion was just now.

Horn looked in the direction of the explosion, then turned around and looked at Fendi, who was very close to him. "I didn't expect these two boys to be pretty good. Mirren is Windsor Belo's adjutant, so it's not surprising that she has such strength." That young man named Belmord. I remember that he was only a mercenary in the past, but I didn't expect that he would have the strength to rival the Federation Major General now. "Oh, you probably don't know. He's one of Alan's subordinates."

Fendy narrowed his eyes. "What are you trying to say?"

"I want to say that times are always moving forward. People like you, like me, are always left behind by times that keep moving forward. I was going to fade out of sight just like that, but unfortunately, because of your actions, I have to stand up again." Horn shook his head. "This is a little different from the retreat I imagined."

"I think this is good. Otherwise, I won't have the chance to see Mr. Horn's Qiu Yan."

Horn glanced at his saber and said indifferently, "So you're going to stand at such a close distance to pick up my saber?"

"Can't you?"

"Sure, as long as you can take it …"

Without any warning, Fendi didn't even see any movements from Horn. Suddenly, a golden light spread between the two of them. The autumn sun-like light continued to grow in Fendi's eyes. The latter shouted and used all of his strength to raise his head before the light touched him.

A gentle breeze blew past, and a few drops of blood drifted in the air. At this moment, time seemed to have stopped. The droplets of blood suddenly separated in the middle and then burst into countless particles. When all of this landed in Fendi's eyes, only a small mist of blood scattered in the air.

He touched his cheek, which was originally empty. Then a thin red line appeared, and the blood that rolled out of the wound dyed Fendy's hand red. At this moment, he saw that Horn's hand had already been raised and Qiu Yan was pointing at him.

Then, the saber slanted down.