Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 493: Abyssal Scaled Concubine

The night at Ark Harbor was still peaceful and peaceful, but tonight, there was another element, and that was joy.

Several important streets in the city were filled with colorful flags. That night, the wind blew by, and the colorful flags fluttered in the wind like rainbow ribbons. People rushed into the streets. At this moment, a strange howl came from the direction of White Castle, followed by a firework explosion in the night sky. Bright fireworks lit up people's faces.

Even during the triennial harvest festival, no fireworks had ever been set off in White Castle. However, today was different. It was an event held by Earl Oban to celebrate the expansion of his territory. As citizens, they were naturally proud of such a lord. Moreover, the expansion of the lord's influence was of vital interest to their lives.

Activities were held in several plazas in the city tonight, attracting the attention of countless citizens. However, what attracted the most attention was naturally the cruise of the Deep Sea Scaled Concubine. Deep Sea Scaled Belle was Ouban's direct subordinate force, and the person in charge of commanding this force was Ouban's younger sister, Jorah. The troop was small in number, but it was always talked about as luxurious in terms of equipment. Of course, with the financial resources of the Ouban Clan, they were able to support such a thousand-man team. Moreover, they would use it on their favorite sister, so Ouban would not frown.

Deep Sea Scaled Concubine set out from the city's barracks base, passing through the city's main streets and finally entering White Castle. People had already occupied several important positions in the city square, and they could only see the elegance of this army and the beauty of Jorah.

At exactly eight o'clock, the Deep Sea Scaled Concubine left the barracks on time. The first to leave the camp were a series of neatly paced infantry soldiers wearing light blue armor. Even though it was light armor, the coverage of each armor was as high as 80%, which was 30% more than the protection of normal light armor. It was rare even in the private army of the Earl of the Empire.

Each infantry had a saber hanging from his waist, a shield and a rifle on his back. No matter which weapon it was, it was of excellent grade. After equipping these equipment, even ordinary infantry would radiate the aura of an elite empire.

After a total of 500 infantry troops formed a square formation and walked out of the barracks, everyone saw a red cloud floating out of the barracks. There were a hundred firemen. They were wearing dark red leather armor. The leather armor was light and convenient for movement. Although it was leather armor, the lining was fitted with steel mesh, so it also had good defensive capabilities. It is noteworthy that the firearms used by these special soldiers are not of a standard variety in circulation, but of a fortified version known as the "fire dragon". The Fire Dragon Spear was the standard equipment for the main forces of the empire ten years ago. Ever since the Flame Dragon Type Flame Spear was updated, this batch of flame dragon spears had been withdrawn, but most of them were restricted to the use of the local Imperial Army.

There weren't many troops like Deep Sea Scaled Concubine who could equip a Fire Dragon Rifle. It could be seen that Ouban had spent a lot of money on these hundred gunmen.

After the red clouds floated out of the barracks, the welcoming crowd suddenly saw a forest of guns! Yes, a forest of two hundred high dragon spears. After Fire Gunner, the Deep Sea Scaled Concubine's third soldier was heavily armored. They wore heavy armor that was difficult for ordinary people to carry, and carried a two-meter-long dragon spear in their hands. Although this kind of spear was called the Dragon Spear, it was a pity that there was no such thing as a dragon in this world.

The Dragon Spear was mainly used to deal with all mobile units, including heavy cavalry. The two-meter long spear was made of fine iron, and they could withstand the impact of heavy cavalry without breaking. At the end of the spear, there were ripples on the spear palate, and the enemy's blood would not reach the hands of the warriors. These metal cans were also moving vaults, and the cost of each heavy rifle soldier was in the thousands of gold coins.

Finally, the crisp sound of horse hooves rang out behind the cans. It was the cavalry of the Deep Sea Scaled Concubine. Two hundred cavalry were riding Lansen white horses. This was a high-grade warhorse with a noble bloodline. Every hair on their bodies was snow-white. These warhorses had excellent endurance and stamina. They could carry a heavily armored cavalry. The white warhorse and platinum harness made it look even more luxurious.

The warhorse knight wore a dark green background, and the outer layer was a chain made of gold and copper that passed through a lock made of silver armor. These cavalry were equipped with two-handed greatswords and knights' spears, allowing them to have outstanding combat abilities under horses. Cavalry helmets are very special, their crown is like shark's dorsal fin, extending from the helmet to the back of the head.

After leaving the camp, all the soldiers of the Deep Sea Scaled Concubine stopped and separated to form a passage. Two knights appeared in the innermost part of the passageway, one in front and one behind, one woman and one man. The woman was naturally the commander of this unit and Ou Ban's younger sister, Jorah. Ruo La had just turned twenty-two this year, and her outstanding talent in Origin Energy allowed her to possess a strength of Level 20 at such a young age.

Her facial features allowed her to see Ou Ban's shadow. She had very rare long black hair, and her eyes were as blue as a blue sea. She was dressed in a blue armor with beautiful wavy patterns on it. A white cloak hung behind his shoulders. The interior of the cloak was bright red, and the contrast was extremely strong. It was also in line with Ruola's personality. She rode on an exceptionally tall snow-white war horse. After leaving the camp, Ruo La pulled out a sword decorated with gemstone crystals. As the origin energy was activated, blue flames surged out like a tide of blue water. In the end, they converged into a pillar of light and soared into the sky, welcoming the cheers of the people on both sides of the market.

Compared to Zora's grand appearance, Abel, the aide behind her, was much more low-key. Abel was Viscount Grayer's nephew, and Marcus, who had run into Alan at dinner, was his brother. However, he was much calmer than Marcus, and his level 17 combat strength made him even more dazzling among the younger generation. He had chased after Ruola for many years, but it was a pity that he had failed. This was also a pity for Grar. Otherwise, if Abel could marry Zora, then the relationship between their family and Oban would be even closer.

Ruo La retracted his sword and rode his horse forward. Abel hurriedly followed, and the army began to move and patrol the main streets in order to receive the baptism of the gazes.

"I heard from my brother that Baron Allen will be attending the banquet this time. Good, I can finally meet the person who killed Duruf and caused Daniel to lose more than half of his territory," Ruola whispered to the adjutant beside him.

Ruo La couldn't hide the smile on her face, causing Abel's face to feel as if it was enveloped in a haze. He forced a smile, but did not reply. A strong hatred rose in his heart. Ever since Alan killed Duruf, Jorah had mentioned this baron from time to time. The frequency of mentioning this name increased with the number of territories Alan had taken down. Inadvertently or unintentionally, Abel could hear the inadvertent admiration in Jorah's tone.

He thought that if he had chased after the goddess in front of him for many years, he had never been so often mentioned by Ruo La. This Allen had only joined Oppen for a few months, and Jorah kept recalling that Abel was filled with hatred and jealousy. Not long ago, his brother Marcus had run into Alan at a cocktail party, and he had been taught a hard lesson. Every time Abel heard the name Alan, he felt very unhappy.

"Abel, you said that if you see him this time, I wonder if you will have the chance to spar with him." Zora said carelessly.

Abel could only push and laugh, "If I had the chance to spar with you, I would naturally be impressed."

This was the truth.

Ruo La laughed and said, "I'm afraid that they won't put me in their eyes at all."

"How is that possible? This subordinate has heard that Alan's strength is only at level 17. It would be his honor to receive Miss Ruola's guidance."

"This is what I can't figure out. He's only at level 17, but how can he kill Duruf? Even if I ask myself, it's hard to do so. Duruf's ability is very strong. I can only protect myself at most, but I can't kill him." Jorah's eyes glowed like pearls, "So this is what attracts me the most. If I have the chance, I will definitely ask him how he did it."

Abel sighed. He was no longer young. Before he pursued Ruo La, he had also had a period of romantic deeds with a few noble ladies. He knew very well that when a woman had an interest in the opposite sex, regardless of what kind of interest, the opposite sex had left a deep impression on the woman's heart. At this time, as long as a man put in some effort, he would be able to take a woman into his arms.

After all, he had done the same thing before. Seeing that Ruo La was very interested in Alan, Abel felt that his position was very dangerous.

As the army turned into the windy avenue leading to White Castle, a group of soldiers rushed out from the other side of the street at the same time. In front of that troop was a luxurious carriage pulled by two Gauls. The Gauls were also high-grade warhorses of equal value, on par with the Lansen White Horses. To be able to use them to pull the carriage, the people in the carriage must also have a high status.

Behind the carriage was a group of cavalry. They wore simple armor. The armor was matte, and the materials were very special. The most special thing was that they should be the gunners, but the firearms behind them were extremely rough. Even with Abel's eyes, he could not tell what type of firearm it was.

There was a horse on each side of the carriage. One of the two warhorses was young and tall, while the other was burly like a mountain. His temperament was very different, but all of them were experts. Especially the big man on the right, who was holding a non-steel and non-iron warhammer in his hand. Under the darkness of the night, a strange light flashed past the warhammer puppet, and it was obvious that it was no ordinary weapon.

Just by looking at the martial artifacts and strength of his followers, one could deduce the identity and status of his master. Seeing this group of horses, even Ruo La cried out. Apart from her brother Ou Ban, Ruo La thought to herself that even Viscount Grar would not be able to use such power.

Deep Sea Scaled Concubine and the other party's horse team met in the road, inevitably causing chaos. "Whose horse is this? Do you know who we are? Everyone in the carriage, get out of here!" Abel snorted and rode on his horse with his whip. "Whose horse is this?" He shouted sternly. "Whose horse is this? Do you know who we are? Get out of the carriage!"

Immediately, the knights on the left and right changed color at the same time. The tall youth on the left released a high and surging aura, while the big man on the right let out a muffled snort. His aura was rough like iron, and he pushed it over, causing Abel to crash into an iron mountain, causing his face to immediately turn pale.

At this moment, someone in the carriage said indifferently, "Very loud. Who are you? Tell me and see if I can afford to offend you."

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