Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 767: Miscalculation

"Yes, I saw it." Roddy's voice rang out from the headset and behind Alan, forming a strange combination.

Alan turned around and saw Roddy coming out of the woods behind him. "Looks like our Lord Spear Demon is already old. Otherwise, why would he be so cowardly? He can't even handle a Level 20 beauty. Hey, he's really big. That chest and butt, tsk tsk." He bit a cigar that had just been lit and puffed out a cigarette ring and said, "It looks like our Lord Spear Demon is already old."

"Shut up, bastard." Fuding's voice rang out.

If one drew a straight line from where Karin had been shot to the west, then after a distance of 1800 meters, one would see a lonely peak. There was a natural rooftop halfway up the lonely peak, where Fuding sat. He put the sniper rifle at his feet and said to the headset, "That's right, I missed. But if it was you, you bastard, I'm afraid the other party would have noticed before you even fired."

The "bastard" in Fuding's mouth laughed dryly. The nickname "Gun Demon" was not for nothing. Fording's sniping skills were not ranked in the top three in the Federation, even if they weren't ranked in the top three. If even he couldn't blow Karin's head off, then Roddy naturally wouldn't need to say anything.

Roddy's marksmanship was notoriously stinky.

They planned the operation after Karin attacked the camp. Alan lured Karin over and had Fuding kill him. Roddy was hiding on this side of the mountain stream to prevent Karin from going crazy with her serious injuries and attacking Alan crazily. This plan wasn't very detailed, but with people like Roddy and Fordin in charge, it could be said to be a certainty.

However, he didn't expect that the entire plan would be ruined by the strongest Fuding. Fuding had a gloomy expression on his face. He could clearly see the intense battle between Alan and Karin in the forest. During their battle, Fuding made accurate estimates of Karin's height, weight, agility, speed, and ability to react. However, just as he was about to send out a fatal shot, Fuding could clearly feel that Karin's data had changed significantly in all aspects of her body at that instant.

The biggest change was her sudden change in weight, becoming very light, losing at least two-thirds of her weight. That was why he was able to skid sideways in time to avoid the shot that Fudin had aimed at her head. Fordin had never seen an opponent adjust his body weight at high speed, and Karin did not experience any Origin Energy fluctuations at that time. In other words, it was not an ability, it was more like a natural ability.

Also known as talent.

Each race's talent was different. However, the Grai race's talent was always known for its rough skin and tough body. This was the first time Fuding knew that they could lose weight instantly. Perhaps that was only Karin's unique talent?

"Anyway, Ellen, be careful the next time you hit her," Fordin said on the headset. "That woman is weird. She can instantly lose weight, so I misjudged her reaction time and speed. That's why I missed."

"I see, Mr. Fording."

"Forget it, that woman is also seriously injured. At least she won't come back for trouble in the near future. Let's go back." Roddy carried the axe on his shoulder and spat out a mouthful of smoke.

He didn't seem to intend to ask about the relationship between Alan and Karin, which made Alan breathe a sigh of relief. He didn't want to lie, but he didn't want Roddy to know about the Burning Blood Road. There were some things that were destined to be impossible to deal with.

It was late at night.

It was like a capital city's Blood Gate Stronghold, without the bustling scenery of the day. It was like a man who had washed away all his luxury. After removing the passion of his blood, Ning He was left with only the years to settle. Within the stronghold, only those high-rise buildings were flashing red warning lights. Those flashing red lights were like blinking eyes. Only sporadic buildings still had lights on, just like the top floor of a command building. Each window emitted bright light, attracting the attention of many nocturnal creatures.

A few pointy bat-winged, featherless birds landed on the outer edge of the building's window room. They pecked at the high-strength fiberglass in the window, and with their strength, they were naturally unable to break through the glass that even Origin Energy bullets could not break. So the strange birds tilted their heads and made a sound that only they could hear from their mouths.

One of the strange birds looked at the hall inside. There were only a few people on duty in the hall, monitoring the situation of the stronghold and even the entire highland. At this moment, on the command bridge above the hall, a figure suddenly appeared behind a metal railing. That figure carried an indescribable pressure. The bird only glanced at it and suddenly lost consciousness and fell straight down. Its two companions cried out and opened their wings to catch up.

Seeing that he was about to fall to the ground, the strange bird regained consciousness. He flapped his wings and flew up again, merging with the other two strange birds. Then, he left the command building and flew in another direction in the darkness.

Russen waved to the people in the hall below, "You guys go out first."

The few of them looked at each other and didn't dare to ask any more questions as they left the hall. "Connect me to Marshal Capullo's private channel. The access code is X3178EP," Russen said to the empty hall.

"Sound sampling complete. Good evening, General Russen Downan. Your authority has been confirmed. Please wait a moment."

The screen in the middle of the hall lit up, clearly showing a progress bar. The progress bar was quickly filled with blue light. When the progress bar completely turned blue, a picture appeared on the screen. On the back of the picture was a bedroom with an oil painting hanging on the wall of the bedroom. It was a portrait of Capullo. The marshal in the portrait was in his prime, and the edges and corners on his face were sharp like knives, causing people to feel a sharp pain when they saw him.

Unfortunately, he was old. Russen thought.

At this moment, Capullo's figure crashed into the scene. He was wearing a nightgown, and the collar of the nightgown was open, revealing the tangled black hair inside. The marshal held a glass of wine. In Russen's memory, Capullo rarely touched the contents of the cup before going to bed. He often said that adequate sleep was the foundation of winning a war. But now, not only did he drink, he also smoked. The uneven lower abdomen and loose skin at the corners of his eyes told Russen again.

He's old!

"Marshal Capulo!" Russen stood upright, clenched his fists and slammed them into his chest. This was a federal standard military salute.

Capullo shrugged. "Alright, Russen. You meet me on a private channel and you don't have to bow. It's so late and you haven't rested yet? No, you're an important pillar of the Blood Gate Stronghold. Work is important, but you need to rest, old friend."

An old friend's voice caused Russen's eyes to fluctuate slightly. He lowered his head slightly and used the brim of his black hat to block his gaze. "This should be what I said, old friend. Tobacco and alcohol will only empty your body. When did you like these things?" He said.