Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 1456: Destroy

By the time Alan brought back a fat beast from the dense forest, there was no trace of the Holy Lord on the surface of the water. Alan looked at the surface of the water and was stunned. He smiled and ignored the Holy Lord. He began to peel off the beast's skin and cut its flesh. Then, he rekindled the fire and roasted the meat on a wooden rack made by himself.

There was no day or night under the ground. The ground should be late at night, but this place was still as bright as before. Alan ate half of the beast's meat in one breath and finally exhaled comfortably. Alan had not eaten a good meal during the days when Felius was chasing him. Not to mention the fact that he was full now, it was normal for him not to get a drop of water for four or five days. Even at his level, food had become dispensable. But delicious food was always enjoyable to eat in his mouth, reminding him that he was essentially a human being. It seemed to be an insignificant question, but Allen insisted on it. He always felt that if he ignored this problem one day, he would lose something good forever.

After filling his stomach, he prepared to go to bed, leaving the rest of the barbecue for tomorrow. At this time, the sound of water rang out, and the Holy Lord had actually returned. Alan thought it was going to attack again, but the guy's eyes glowed as he stared at the remaining half of the barbecue meat. Alan couldn't help but laugh. He pointed at the barbecue meat and said, "If you like it, I'll give it to you."

The Holy Lord didn't hesitate to use his remaining claws to gently pick up half of the exotic beast and throw it into his mouth. Not long after, the Tyrannosaurus rex swallowed. A long tongue stretched out from its head and licked its lips. The Holy Lord stared at Alan. The latter shook his head and said, "No, let's talk about it tomorrow if you want to eat."

He walked straight to a big tree and picked a huge leaf to cover his body. Alan lay on the ground and fell asleep.

The Holy Lord rolled his eyes, as if he was thinking of attacking Allen. However, he was probably thinking about the reason for the barbecue. In the end, he glared at Allen with hatred and quietly dived back into the water.

Ellen opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the water, muttering, "Not stupid at all."

The next day, Ellen used a sharpened piece of wood to fish by the beach. As soon as he inserted a few tails, ripples appeared on the surface of the water. The fish in the water were shocked, and Alan looked helplessly at the surface of the water. The Holy Lord poked his head out and shot a glance at Alan.

"You scared my fish away!" Ellen complained.

The Holy Lord tilted his head. He didn't know if he understood Alan's words, but his head retracted into the water. About ten minutes later, it came back. Big Head opened his mouth to the beach, and with a whoosh, forty or fifty large, fresh and fat fish slid down from his mouth, jumping about on the beach.

Alan looked at it and smiled, "Sure, it's much more efficient than me."

A moment later, a fire broke out on the beach. Alan wore fish sticks and roasted them by the fire. Dozens of lake fish surrounded the fire. Alan was also busy, so he roasted them. The Holy Lord in the water could not help but climb onto the beach. It turned out that its lower body had roots facing its feet, and it could move freely even if it was on the ground. He climbed up to the fire and threw four or five pieces of roasted meat into his mouth with the giant claw. He didn't even take out the branch that pierced through the fish and chewed it down.

Alan ate only two of them, and the rest went into the stomach of the Holy Lord. Looking at the giant beast, he discovered that the claw arm he had sliced off yesterday had been reborn. It seemed that this fellow's regenerative ability was not weak.

After eating the roasted fish, the Holy Lord let out a low cry. His voice was filled with satisfaction. His eyes were not as fierce as yesterday, and he even became lazy. Ellen did not intend to let it eat and drink for free. He jumped up and kicked it gently, "Big fellow, accompany me in training?"

The Holy Lord tilted his head, obviously unable to understand what Alan meant. Ellen shrugged and pointed at the Holy Lord's new little claw arm. The Holy Lord immediately remembered what happened yesterday when he was killed by Alan. His eyes immediately lit up with rage and he shouted.

"That's the spirit." Alan smiled maliciously and kicked the Holy Lord's body. He kicked the Holy Lord horizontally and rolled around a few times. This time, the Holy Lord's ferocious flames were completely stirred up. He raised his giant claw and threw it at Allen regardless of anything. Alan took a deep breath and flashed through the Saint's ferocious attack without the slightest smell of fireworks. When he smashed a pillar of sand on the beach behind him, he had already cut into the space around his body and pressed his palm onto the giant beast's shell. He suddenly exerted his strength!

Allen recalled Felius' battle movements and techniques as he punched and kicked the Holy Lord. Unknowingly, he gradually matched the figure of Frius in his memories. In the end, he stopped trying to imitate Felius's movements and put everything at ease.

Suddenly, he heard a sorrowful cry. He came back to his senses, and the Holy Lord had already collapsed with a thunderous rumble. Looking at the giant beast's entire body, cracks of various sizes appeared on the carapace covered in thick thorns. Blue-purple blood oozed out from many places. The Holy Lord's mouth even spat out white foam and rolled his eyes. He was actually knocked unconscious by Alan.

This time, it was unconscious for a longer time than yesterday, and it didn't wake up until five or six hours later, shaking its head. When he woke up, he smelled the fragrance of meat. He opened his eyes and saw the two roasted exotic beasts first, then Alan. He immediately shrunk back, and it was as funny as it looked like a monster shrunk its head. Ellen shook his head and said, "I'll give you these two things when I hit you hard in the daytime."

A strange scene appeared on the island.

A giant beast cautiously hid on one side of the beach, eating two exotic beasts that were roasted to smell good. Not far away, there was a fire and a human lying beside it. If the barbarians saw this scene, they would definitely not believe their eyes. Their deity-like beasts seemed to fear a small human. It was simply inconceivable.

Two days later, Alan fought with the Holy Lord again. The process of this battle was even shorter. Although the Holy Lord's new claw had already grown and recovered by half, Allen's offensive was even more intense. In less than half an hour, the Holy Lord had directly retreated into the lake, and Allen would not come out no matter how excited he was. In the end, smoke rose from the beach and a head popped out of the big fellow's mouth.

On the fifth day, in the morning, the Holy Lord delivered a pile of live fish. After eating the roasted fish, he immediately escaped. Now that the giant beast had learned to refine, it knew that it could not defeat Ellen no matter what, so it decided not to fight. Alan was angry and funny, but he didn't force the beast to fight. Over the past few days, he had basically become familiar with his current strength, and his combat skills had also improved, becoming more and more perfect. That big fellow's skin was rough and thick. It was fine for Alan to familiarize himself with strength, but it was far from enough to use it as a sharpening stone.

Alan let go of the Holy Lord, and for the next three days, he trained on his own. He used the most basic fighting technique, which was to repeat every move a thousand times. Just by watching him train, the behemoths waiting for him to eat became so bored that they fell asleep. Alan, on the other hand, meticulously completed every movement. Through this kind of training, he was able to completely grasp his own strength.

On this day, Alan threw a stone up and pointed at it the moment it fell. The stone shattered into countless pieces. Allen didn't seem to be satisfied. He threw a second stone and pointed it out. This time, the stone did not explode, but directly turned into powder.

Countless stones were thrown up, and the giant beast that was accustomed to following Alan felt as if it was being hypnotized as it looked at the bouncing stones. Just as he was about to fall asleep, Alan pointed at another falling stone. This time, the stone did not turn into powder and landed perfectly on the beach, but Alan revealed a satisfied smile.

The giant beast was confused, so bored that it spat out a ray of blue light at the stone. The stone in the blue light bullet split apart. The giant beast was stunned. There was actually nothing in the stone. It was like a peeled fruit, but the flesh inside disappeared.

"This stance is called Destroy." Alan smiled. In the past few days, he had added another move to his combat skill, the Ten Styles. However, destroying was not a specific move. To be exact, it was a way to circulate Origin Energy. However, with the help of his fists and swords, the Origin Energy would not spread out. Instead, it would concentrate in a single region and continuously collide with each other, producing the power to completely destroy the interior of the object.

All Alan could control was the size of the stone. The smaller the accuracy of destruction, the greater the destructive power. If that finger struck Felius, the Custodian Sovereign would also have to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Of course, the premise was to hit, but also through Frius' defense. However, no matter what, this type of destruction already possessed the power to threaten a supreme being!

Another night, Alan roasted five exotic beasts for the Holy Lord. The big fellow happily finished two of them and was about to attack the third one, but he gave Alan a stone to bounce his giant claw back.

The Holy Lord stared ferociously at Allen, then seemed to recall how terrifying Allen was. His gaze fell, and then he looked at Allen with some grief. '"I'm leaving tomorrow," Ellen said unhappily, "and probably no one will bake for you in the future. So you can keep the rest for tomorrow, understand?"

Whether the Holy Lord understood or not, Alan fell asleep. Looking at the light emitted by the crystal cluster above his head, he thought that he would fight with Felius tomorrow. He felt that he was well-prepared, but he didn't dare to say what the outcome of the battle would be.

In the end, Alan decided not to think of anything and closed his eyes to sleep.

At six o'clock the next morning, Alan woke up from his slumber and found that only the skeletons of the exotic beasts were left. He shook his head. Ellen stretched and walked to the beach. He intended to dive into the water and follow the original path. He didn't know if the cave had collapsed or not. If it collapsed, he would have to dig a tunnel by himself.

At this moment, the sound of water rang out. The Holy Lord poked his head out of the water. Allen said unhappily, "There's nothing to eat today."

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The Holy Lord actually nodded his head and made a gesture for Alan to climb onto his head. Alan Dazzle said, "You want to send me out?"

The giant beast let out a series of grunts from its throat. It didn't know what it meant, but Allen decided to give it a try and jump onto its head. The Holy Lord waved his tail and swam towards the center of the lake. He did not dive into the lake, just exposing his head and half of his body on the surface of the water. He broke through the water like a large boat.