Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 575: Spear Demon

Reina was wearing a dark armor, and there were fiery red lines on the surface of the armor. As he breathed, the veins began to emit a blazing aura. They were as close to him as if they were standing in the crater of a volcano. The name of this armor was Volcano. It could activate the Lava Shield, which was an offensive and defensive ability. Among the sixth-grade protective gear, the volcano was considered a good quality product.

After being urged by his father, Reina hesitantly walked forward. He looked at Horn and didn't know what to say, but he was already hugged by Horn. "Grandpa, my armor is very dirty. You …" Raynor's resolute face instantly became a bit more gentle, and he hurriedly said, "Grandpa, my armor is very dirty. You …"

"Silly child, how can you be considered dirty if you risk your life for your family?" Horn let go of him and gently stroked a crack in the volcanic armor with his hand. "Every wound here is glory!"

"As a direct descendant of Beth Cod, I am willing to shed my last drop of blood for the family!" Raynor's breathing became heavy.

"Very good, Rainer. You've grown up and matured a lot. Grandpa is very happy." Horn patted Reina's thick arm and said, "You inherited Roddy's courage, but Reina." It's not enough just to be brave on the battlefield. Don't be like your father, who only knows how to rush forward. Use your eyes to observe. Every good general has a pair of eyes that are good at discovering things. Those who only knew how to charge were only martial artists at best. Grandpa doesn't want you to be a martial artist, Rainer. You'll be a good general. "

Reina's face flushed red. Obviously, he was so excited by Horn's encouragement that he could only nod his head in excitement. Roddy complained, "Father, can you stop lecturing me every time? Isn't that impulsive when you were young?"

The people beside him all had smiles on their faces. Of course, no one laughed out loud.

A chill suddenly swept in, diluting the volcanic aura of Roddy and his son. A slightly cold voice sounded, "Father, don't listen to his nonsense. If it weren't for me watching him every time, this stupid bear that only knows how to charge at enemy positions would have been chopped down long ago. How could he come back to see you?"

Roddy immediately roared, "Bell, you monkey, this daddy is your big brother. If you're so big or not, I'll beat you up!"

Behind him came Horn's three sons. Bale was dressed in a light blue armor. The armor had sharp spikes at some key points. The dark blue lines on the surface of the armor stomach were like the volcanoes of Rena, constantly emitting dense cold energy. This set of ten-grade armor, called Deepblue, provided Bell with the ability to freeze and freeze.

Horn smiled and wanted to give him a hug. A strange expression flashed in Bell's eyes. The spikes on his armor suddenly retracted, making his stomach extremely smooth. Although the spikes condensed from the cold might not be able to pierce through Horn's skin, Bale didn't want him to think that he was holding a ball of ice thorns in his arms.

"It's always reassuring to have you looking at Roddy." Horn patted his son on the shoulder.

Bale nodded and asked, "Where's Regis?"

"He and Alan went to Planet Heaven. I've already informed them that they should be back in these two days."

"Alan?" Bell whispered, "How is he now, kid?"

'"Not bad. This little fellow has benefited from his misfortune. He has already stood firm on Planet Heaven. He can be considered to have achieved some success. I wanted him to broaden his horizons when the Federation opened the Star Battlefield this time, so I called him back."

Upon hearing Alan's name, an unnatural expression flashed across Rena's face. Hearing how much Horn appreciated Alan, he couldn't help but snort. Just as he was about to say something, his face suddenly hurt like a needle. However, Roddy cast a sharp gaze and suppressed the words in his stomach.

"Alright, you're all back. It's been a long time since we've been so lively. When Alan comes back, it's time for us to have a banquet." Horn looked at Helsing and said, "As for the details, I'll leave them to you, Mr. Helsing."

Then he said to the others, "You've just returned. Go rest first. Time lag. Let's host a private banquet for our family tonight to welcome everyone. Roddy, remember that all the officers of the Fierce Vulture will be rewarded with a third-class family battle merit. Send the reward over these two days."

The Blazing Fire Griffin. It was the Bescot family army that had traveled to the Outer Realm. In the early years, they had followed Horn into Nether Realm, but now they were under Roddy's control. With the opening of the Interstellar Battlefield, Horn had brought this family army back so that Roddy could earn some military merits on the interstellar battlefield with this army.

The Fierce Vulture had a force of 20,000. Apart from leaving behind a portion to guard the Colonial Star, Roddy had brought back more than 5,000 people. Naturally, it was impossible for so many people to settle in Babylon, but in a family base on the surface. According to Bethcodt's classification of the clan's battle merits, a third-grade battle merit was equivalent to a reward of 100,000 Federation dollars. And this time, there were fifty to sixty officers, large and small. In other words, the intensity of the battle had cost Horn millions of dollars. Not including the rewards for ordinary soldiers, war supplies, and a series of other budgets.

After letting Roddy and the others go back to rest, Horn came to the study. As soon as he entered the study room, he felt a fierce aura pounding towards his face. That aura was like an invincible battle spear, carrying endless sharpness. Horn smiled faintly and said, "The aura is too obvious, Fuding. It has been so many years. When will your gun be able to wear off this last bit of energy?"

"As long as I haven't left the battlefield for a day, I won't be able to wear off my spirit." A tall and thin figure in the study responded.

It was a gray-haired man with long gray hair tied to his waist like a ponytail. On the handsome face of the sun, there was a hideous wound that passed through the bridge of the nose from the left cheek and almost touched the eyeball on the right. He wore a dark red leather trench coat with rows of leather buttons on both sides and cuffs and spikes all over it. Inside were black shirts and leather trousers, and they were wearing the same pair of black leather boots. On each side of the belt hung a holster, two old revolvers.

As he walked out of the shadows of the study, the sunlight from the window turned pale and feeble. The man smiled faintly and his eyes lit up with an incomparably resplendent light. The light carried endless determination, as if it would pierce through the hearts of the people. He bowed to Horn and said, "Fordin is reporting, my lord."

Only three of the secret warriors who had followed Horn into Nether Domain Star were left. The person in front of him was Spear Demon Fordin, who was the same as Anna as a secret warrior. He was also the strongest of the three secret warriors.