Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 1199: The Proud Beskard

He didn't hesitate, nor did he say anything unnecessary. Bloody candidates met, and the only result was a fight. Stark leapt into the air and threw himself at Alan. His figure continued to flash in space, leaving behind afterimages that descended towards Alan in a parabola. Stark raised his hand and a spatial rift popped out, causing the ribbon of light to float away.

At this moment, the corner of his eyes suddenly lit up. Stark turned around and saw a golden screen of light pushing towards him with a magnificent appearance. Almost as soon as Stark saw it, it was already in front of him.

So fast!

Stark stretched out his hand and pressed down on the light screen. The light screen twisted and flickered like a wave of water. Stark had already used his strength to flip back before the explosion, and then a gushing cloud of fire blocked the path between him and Alan. He almost landed on the ground, and the breeze blew. Stark jumped back without thinking. In midair, he heard a crack in his clothes. It turned out that there was a crack in his chest. A thin wound quietly appeared on his chest, which was as clean as white jade.

When Stark landed on the ground, Horn stood in front of him with his saber in hand. Horn looked at the black-haired man calmly and said, "No one can hurt my family, no matter who he is."

"Is that so?" Stark said calmly, "Then I'll give it a try."

Then, he saw golden curtains of light flying towards him. Horn's long saber slashed out from afar, pulling out the saber aura curtains. They were like golden silk, seemingly weak, but essentially untouched! Stark raised his hand and stretched out his fingers, quickly drawing a circle in front of him. Then, he spread out his fingers, and a circular barrier of light appeared in front of him. This light barrier was colorful and was actually a type of spatial rift. It was only used by Stark as a shield.

This was a shield that was tougher than any Origin Energy shield. Stark pushed it towards Horn, and the overwhelming saber aura that had been sliced into the shield was annihilated in the blink of an eye. Stark was like an upstream person, heading against the surging golden river. Fendi revealed an incredulous expression. He was someone who had tried Horn's methods. Horn's Qiu Yan was light and heavy. The Light Spirit Slash could instantly pull out countless saber curtains. Even if he activated the Barbarian Butcher, it would still be difficult for him to charge forward like Stark. One had to know that with that kind of swift slash, every step closer to the center of Horn's battlefield, the power of the attack would increase exponentially.

But Stark actually did it!

The golden river suddenly disappeared. Horn looked at Stark's spatial shield and said indifferently, "Indeed, it is a rare ability. It can be used as a means of attacking and defending. This is the first time I've seen someone like you." However, the power of space is not infinite. No, or human resources are sometimes poor. Even if you have the power to open space, it is impossible to make infinite use of the power of space. In the universe, energy is always constant, borrowed and repaid … "

His figure suddenly disappear.

When he reappeared, he had already arrived in front of Stark.

Only then did the waves of air rise. Stark's black hair was stirred up by the air currents. Behind the black strands of hair that flew, were his surprised eyes.

At this moment, Qiu Yan became extremely heavy in Horn's hands. He carried Qiu Yan forward, as if he wasn't carrying a long saber, but a mountain range, or even a sea of anger! Origin Energy surged wildly. The golden light that blossomed on Qiu Yan was the only color in this space, and even the spatial shield in Stark's hand paled. Seemingly slow, in fact, in the blink of an eye, Horn had already swept his saber across the space shield.

It was like a thunderbolt on a clear day, causing the entire arena to tremble violently. Stark's eyes widened as he watched the spatial shield in his hand quietly stretch out with countless cracks. Then, pieces of light burst out and scattered in all directions. Then, a terrifying force lifted him up. Horn's sweeping posture shrank continuously in his eyes. Stark's fair face suddenly turned red and snow-white before finally returning to normal.

He coughed out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, seemingly slight, but in fact, there was already a hidden wound in his body. Old Horn's saber strike contained the power to land, ascend, and sink. That force exceeded the limit the space shield could withstand. As a result, the space rift was crushed and the backlash rushed into Stark's body. This was in response to Horn's words of borrowing and returning.

Stark landed on the ground and took a few steps back before he finally stood firm. When he looked at Horn again, he suddenly saw a red shadow quietly descending from above Horn's head.

Fendi smiled sinisterly, although he didn't know who Stark was, much less why he attacked Alan. However, Old Horn intervened and forced Stark away with a heavy slash. It was as if the tide was rising and falling. Even though the heavy slash was not Horn's peak strength, it was still unable to avoid the temporary signs of falling back after increasing his strength to its peak. Now was the time for Horn's energy to weaken. How could Fendi not grasp this opportunity?

His figure reached the highest point, and his imposing aura and Origin Energy were also pushed to the limit. At this moment, an angry shout sounded, "Bang him, Sargeras!"

It's Alan!

Fendi turned around and saw that Alan was rushing over quickly. Behind him, the werewolf lay down and caught the ground with both hands. It opened its mouth and spat out a scorching pillar of fire from its mouth like a heavy artillery turret. The powerful recoil even pushed the werewolf backwards. Two waves of air rose out of thin air and spread out from left to right on the ground. The pillar of fire instantly struck, blocking Fendi's landing point.

Fendi roared as the long blades on his fists danced, slicing open the pillars of flames that the Flame Devil spat out in the air. Flames danced and poured down, and the space expanded. Fendi landed on the ground and screamed again in anger. At this moment, Alan broke through the flames. His body was covered in a black mist and flames, and there was even a gray bone armor floating around him. As the two long ribbons of Heavenly Fire danced wildly, Alan, who had inspired the Flame Shadow Tyrant, held Red King high and held the hilt of the saber in one hand.

Choke!

With a loud saber cry, Red King drew his sheath and slashed out with his saber from above. The blade was dragged along with a scarlet flame, and it was like a flaming whip that was drawn out in the air. The full arc made Fendi have no doubt about the shocking power contained in this saber, and it was filled with Alan's hatred and killing intent towards him!

Fendi bounced back and Alan's figure shrunk. He saw the knife strike the ground. The entire ground suddenly rose up. The metal ground was actually crushed into a wave by the tremendous force. Finally, it shrieked and exploded. Countless fragments flew like rain. The underground cables broke and danced wildly. Lightning sparks filled the sky and rushed towards Fendi's face. It flashed in Fendi's eyes. He suddenly realized that Allen's saber strike was not much inferior to Horn's.

To his death, Alan wasn't even Level 30 yet!

"Monster." Fendi couldn't help but say.

Alan slowly raised his saber and stood up. The ground in front of him cracked and deformed, forming a fan-shaped destruction area. At this moment, footsteps sounded. Horn walked to his side. He looked at Alan and sighed with emotion. The youth who won the Life and Death Arena that day seemed to still be remembered, but in the blink of an eye, he had already grown to the point where the Federation Admiral had no choice but to retreat. Horn couldn't help but think to himself, Lanny, you should be very proud to have such a son, right?

"Grandfather?" Alan looked at Horn and saw that he was silent. He thought that he was injured, so he asked, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Horn smiled and narrowed his eyes. "Let's fight side by side today, so that these people know that Beskard is not something they can handle at will. Whoever dares to hand out his claws to us, we'll cut off his head together with him!"

Allen's heart surged with blood, and his face finally broke into a smile after he regained his freedom, "I'm extremely happy."

On the other side, Fendy looked at Stark, who was not far away, and then slowly moved his foot and shouted, "Hey, stranger. Although I don't know who you are, do you want to join me? After killing them, I can forget about you trespassing on the Federation's territory."

Stark looked at Horn and whispered, "Alan must be killed by me."

Fendy whispered "freak" and then said, "Whatever. Let's deal with them first."

Stark did not respond. Instead, he walked straight forward, answering with action.

Horn's gaze locked onto Stark and he said indifferently, "Leave this guy to me. You can deal with Fendi. Although he is a famous general, his path is the most mediocre among the Fourth Generals. Other than his level of Origin Energy, you are not inferior to him. Go, Ellen, I have confidence in you."

Allen said "Yes" and stretched out his hand to pull out the devil's praise from behind his waist. The Origin Tool blossomed with black and red flames behind him, releasing the Third Grade Awakened Death Hymn and appearing in its ultimate form. The blood-red saber hilt was in stark contrast to the pitch-black slender blade. The black saber's body was filled with flames and emitted the aura of death.

His right hand was Red King, and his left hand was Death Song. The flames of his two long sabers rose and reflected the black and red colors on Ellen's body. Alan lowered his sabers and walked towards Fendi.

Fendy spat out a mouthful of phlegm and glared at Horn hatefully before turning her gaze to Ellen. "Beskard, you guys are so proud. You're so old and so young!"

On the field, the four of them walked towards their respective opponents. When they met at the middle distance, a great battle broke out!

The ceiling shook violently, and wisps of dust fell down. Josh coughed a few times, but he didn't care about the dust on his hair. He grabbed a suitcase and members of his team and quickly walked into an elevator. After entering the elevator, Josh photographed the communicator on the elevator door and asked, "Is the airship ready?"

"I'm ready, Mr. Josh. You can go to Babylon at any time."

"Very good, we'll arrive in about a minute …"

Suddenly, a painful cry sounded from behind him. Josh turned around and saw his beautiful female assistant kneeling on the ground with her head held in her hands. He hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's so hot, so painful … Sir, I'm in so much pain." The assistant raised her head. Her face was shockingly red, and her skin even began to peel off. His eyes were also shockingly red, as if there were flames burning inside. Then, flames sprayed out, and the flames almost licked Josh's clothes.

Josh's expression was extremely ugly.

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