Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 694: An Opposite Script

Hubble's voice still echoed on the battlefield, and Alan had already appeared beside Comon. The black saber was as light as a feather as it was handed out, as if the blade of a thin gauze was easily submerged into Ke Meng's general clothes. The major general's entire body trembled violently. The Origin Energy he used to protect his body and his tyrannical fleshly body did not even have the slightest effect of obstructing him. The black saber seemed to have no substance at all, and it could not be more easily pierced into his body.

With Comon's control over his body, he instantly knew that several of his ribs had been severed, including an organ. The black saber was like an ice-cold snake in his body. When Alan wanted to stretch the saber horizontally and cause more damage, Comon unreservedly burst out with all his Origin Energy.

Alan's eyes lit up, and in the next moment, he was lifted into the air by the explosion of Origin Energy. The intense shockwaves almost caused him to lose control of his Origin Energy, and he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood. The Catus who suppressed Comon were even more seriously injured. He withstood even more shocks. His small mountain-like body flew backwards, and nearly a hundred wounds all over his body sprayed out blood at the same time. Hubble fell to the ground, and his blood quickly gathered beneath him into a pool of blood. He couldn't get up for a moment.

"You brat! How dare you do this to me!" Comon shouted. He had indeed sensed the danger of death just now. Even against the Dark Titan, he had never felt that his life was hanging in the balance. But today, he actually had such a feeling towards a kid who wasn't even Level 20. Just this matter alone made him feel extremely embarrassed.

The black saber was still hanging on his body, and Comon reached out to pull out the pitch-black saber. However, when his hand touched the blade, the black saber twisted and continuously poured into his body like a liquid from his wound. Comon was shocked, such a phenomenon was definitely not a good thing. He instinctively activated his Origin Energy, wanting to force out the foreign body that had invaded his body. However, the Origin Energy rumbled in his blood vessels, and he didn't feel any foreign matter invading his veins. It was as if the black blade had disappeared without a trace.

Alan spat out another mouthful of blood and swayed to his feet. Comon saw him and immediately rushed towards him, "Bastard, what did you do! I..."

Halfway through, Comon suddenly shook. He staggered and almost fell to the ground. An indescribable pain made him scream. He reached out and covered the wound. Suddenly, an unnatural black aura appeared on the back of his exposed hand, and this aura surged like a living creature.

There was something inside his body!

Comon was shocked. He tried to use Origin Energy to sense it, but he didn't notice it at all. He only felt that his entire body was emitting a dense aura of death, almost like a corpse lying on the battlefield.

"How could this be?" He shouted and looked at his hands again. This pair of arms, which should have been young and powerful, seemed to have shrunk by quite a bit. His skin turned pale and lusterless, veins floating on it like ugly insects. Comon wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black blood. There were pieces of internal organs in the black blood. Those were the organs that had been sliced open by the long blade just now.

These things fell to the ground, and strands of black mist wrapped around their surfaces. Under the wrapping of the black gas, the fragments turned from crimson to pale white, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into a pile of gray powder scattered in the blood. Comon's pupils shrank as he watched. In that short moment, he saw the entire process from life to death!

These fragments came from his body, and there was no doubt that this kind of change was happening in his body as well. Curmon could no longer hold the flower sword, and even the projection of the ancestor behind him could not be maintained. Life was rapidly leaving him, and even a general could not stop the fog of decay from leading him to death.

He never imagined that the script would develop like this. Only then did he think of escaping. What Alan, what power, had become completely unimportant at this moment. Right now, the only thing that mattered was his life. Just as Comon turned around, his back suddenly turned cold. The cold snatched away the last trace of heat in his life, and he heard Alan's voice behind him.

"I don't remember allowing you to leave, General."

"Who needs your permission … ah!" Comon couldn't help but scream, as if there were tens of millions of steel needles rotating and stirring in his body. This was the first time he hated his nerves for being so sharp that if they were slower, he wouldn't have to endure the pain.

The red blade Alan stabbed into Comon's back was flickering with a regular light. It was like a signal that the "steel needle" in Comon's body exploded in the next moment. They tried to rush out of Comon's body, and countless tiny lumps appeared on the general's skin. Comon hugged his head and screamed miserably. Finally, countless black lines rushed out from his mouth, nostrils, ears, and pores on the surface of his body. Each black line was a wisp of rotten mist.

The black mist flew out of Comon's body and gathered in midair. The mist continued to churn, retract, and condense, eventually forming a pitch-black saber that fell from mid-air and stabbed into the ground beside Allen's feet.

With a thud, Comon fell to the ground. At this moment, he was no longer young, his skin was pale and wrinkled, covered in dark spots, and his hair had become sparse and gray. Even if they knew Comon, they wouldn't recognize the old man on the ground as Comon Grant. He looked weakly at Ellen and stretched out his hand, his thin, bloodless lips open like a fish ashore.

He wanted to say something, but in the end, his hand fell to the ground. Comon opened his eyes wide, but he stopped breathing forever.

After Alan confirmed that he was dead, he also fell to the ground. The black saber and red blade turned into two-colored rays of light, gathering together to form a devil's salute. But at this moment, Alan didn't even have the strength to collect the Origin Tool. Belmond came to his side and sheathed the dagger behind him. He inserted another stimulant into Allen's neck and the drug went straight into his blood vessels. Alan closed his eyes. After a while, he regained some strength.

"Help me up." Alan said. At this moment, his muscles were aching, and blood oozed out of his wound with a slight movement. It was his weakest moment, but he still had Belmore carry him to Hubble's side.

Hubble lay on the blood, unable to move a single finger. "I'm going to die. Come on, give me a good time. Then take my head back. Maybe you'll get a good military credit."

"It's at least a fourth-grade merit." Said Alan.

"It's only a fourth-grade merit! It's a loss." The Catus were filled with indignation.

Alan shook his head. "I still have some medicine here. Perhaps …"

'"Don't be silly, I know myself. Right now I'm a mess and my heart is dying. Come on, don't be a mother-in-law. At least I feel better if I die at your hands. But …" Hubble's eyes flashed with hatred. "I just can't get revenge on Vasak anymore!"

Ellen looked at him and said, "If there's a chance, do you still want to take revenge on him?"

"Of course, but it's useless to talk about this now. I can't …"

Alan nodded. "Then I know what to do." He reached out and touched his waist. When the devil praised him again, it turned into a short-barreled pistol wrapped in red lines. Seeing this pistol, Belmond came to a sudden realization.

"Use a gun? That's good. Please aim for it. Don't make me feel too uncomfortable."

Alan raised his gun and said, "It won't hurt. You'll have to thank me later."

"What are you talking about?" Hubble looked at him and saw that Alan had pressed down the trigger. A bright red origin bullet spat out from the muzzle of the gun. Immediately, the world in Hubble's eyes was illuminated by the color of the bullet. He closed his eyes and waited for death to come.

The entire earth lit up, and a bloody light shone on this space. They were all pervasive, illuminating every corner where the light could reach.

A moment passed.

Hubble opened his eyes again. Strangely, he could see both of them now. The frosty sky was never as clear as it was now. He sat up in surprise and discovered that all the wounds on his body had healed.

"Look, I told you it wouldn't hurt." Alan looked at him with a faint smile.

Hubble jumped up and waved his fist a few times before looking at Ellen in disbelief, "What did you do to me?"

"Let's talk about this after I wake up." Alan smiled and fainted irresponsibly.

Belmond looked around, picked up Ellen and headed towards the woods. Arriving at the edge of the forest, he looked at the stunned Catus and shouted, "Do you still want to come?"

Hubble cursed in Catoan, retrieved his axe, and reluctantly followed behind Belmond. They quickly disappeared into the forest. The complicated terrain of the chaotic canyon could be concealed for half a day wherever they went.

As soon as they left, the sound of an engine rang out. On the battlefield, a few rays of light appeared in the empty sky. As the light flowed, a dark starship disappeared from its invisibility mode and appeared in the air. The starship descended to the ground, the cabin door opened, and a figure flashed to the ground. The sun shone on two different colored ponytails. Catherine scanned the surroundings and finally her gaze fell on Comon's body.

But when she saw Comon's corpse, she wasn't sure what she was thinking. She squatted down and found the silver flower sword. Only then did she confirm that the old man's corpse in front of her was actually Ke Meng.

"How could this be?" Catherine flipped through his corpse but found no fatal wounds. She only found a thin wound on her waist. Obviously, such an injury was not enough to kill a Federation major general.

If the wound hadn't been so thin, Catherine would have thought that he had been killed by Alan. But when he thought of Allen's heavy saber, no matter how well he concealed his blood, he couldn't open such a small wound. That was no longer contrary to material property, but simply unreasonable.

But if it wasn't for Alan, who did Comon kill him? Also, Comon died in the place where Allen's signal source disappeared. What exactly happened here? These questions caused the beautiful female major general to frown, but she did not have an answer in her heart.

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