Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 806: Is to Find Fault (2)

From Fuding's appearance to his conversation with the two clan leaders, to his jumping down the hill and causing the wind god to attack him. The whole process was neither long nor short. At the very least, the Star Abyss Stronghold should know what had happened, but up until now, no one from the military had interfered.

The Whispering Forest in front of the Star Abyss Stronghold seemed peaceful, but it was actually a part of the defensive area. In addition to the Alexandria and Smith family camps in the forest, the Federal Army's defensive area is also in it. On the west side of the forest, in one of the Smiths' camps, there was a man standing in front of a French window in the only tall building. He wore a blazing robe that was flaming like flames, with a deep armor underneath, black gloves and boots. The man had short, clean hair and a gray hair and beard.

He had a pair of amber eyes. At this moment, they were looking out of the window and into the forest under the night sky.

A graceful woman walked up.

She wore a noble dress that did not fit the battlefield. The skirt cut into the shape of a fish tail was dragging along the ground like a real fish as she walked. She walked to the man's side and hugged him from behind. "Aren't you going to step forward?" She asked softly.

"Of course not, Cersei." The man said. His voice was not pleasant to the ear, nor did it have any magnetism. The man's voice was like the sound of iron sand stirring up friction, stiff, sharp and ear-piercing, "Here, Fudin represents Old Horn to a large extent." This fellow acted without fear, but he was definitely not the kind of person who acted recklessly, and he would not commit an offence against Maine for An Bai. Since he's here, that means Maine did something against the rules and was caught by Fordin. "

"But aren't we allies with the Alexandrian family? If at this time …"

"No, darling." The man gently pressed down on the woman's hand. "I've already said that. That's enough. And Fudin hasn't crossed the line, so there's no reason for me to interfere. Besides, if Maine can't even handle this, then he's not qualified to be my ally."

"Alright, my Lord Randy, you will always be right." The woman leaned against his back, closed her eyes and smiled.

"Of course." The man's tone was filled with self-confidence and pride. He then frowned, "It's just that I don't understand why May would do this."

"You mean what Fuding said?"

Randy pulled the woman back. "I don't like Maine. He's more like a businessman than a patriarch or a warrior. But I don't mind working with him because Vigg got a good deal from him."

"Speaking of which, this was the second time he had attacked a Bescot. Forget it for the first time, but this time, I'm afraid Maine made a wrong bet. That's right. I've heard of that little guy before. The potential was not bad, but it was still too early to support a clan. It would be superficial if Maine couldn't wait to kill him because of that and cut off Bescot's hundred-year-old inheritance. "Randy said proudly," Which family would put a lot of money on one person, and even if that Ellen is favored by Old Horn, I can't help but think that Old Horn wouldn't make any more preparations. Maine was also stupid. He could kill a few of them. Moreover, rather than being busy cutting off the heirs of Beth Cord, it was better to focus on his family's business. Only if he was strong would he truly be strong. Maine doesn't even know that. No wonder Beth Cord kicked him back into his original position once he recovered. "

Cersei held his arm and said, "So he can only be a merchant forever, because the merchant only sees benefits and neglects other things."

"You're right." Randy happily patted the woman's face and kissed her affectionately.

On the other end of the forest, Maine's mood was not pleasant. The smell of gunpowder from the air-borne machine gun was still drifting gently. The dual-purpose rifle in the hands of the Wind God Soldiers could be switched between physical and magical modes. Generally speaking, they had more chances to use physical bullets. After all, the Origin Energy of these soldiers was limited, but they could not withstand the several extractions of magic energy sequences.

Under the situation just now, the soldiers acted instinctively. Most of them were still using physical firing mode, and only a few had activated the magic energy transfer system. As a result, these people were already exhausted. In an instant, more than 80% of their Origin Energy had been converted into bullets. After emptying them, they were even worse off than ordinary people. This round of shooting caused the dust at the foot of the mountain to fill the air.

From time to time, the sound of rocks rolling down from behind the smoke could be heard. No one knew what was going on with Fuding. However, what was certain was that the Spear Demon was still alive and well. If this round of shooting could kill him, then it was impossible for the other party to be Fuding.

Maine was impatient to wait for the night wind to blow away the dust. His eyes suddenly lit up, and a gust of wind appeared out of thin air, cleansing the dust clean. Sure enough, Fuding stood there leisurely. He held the gun in both hands and didn't even lose a single hair. Suddenly, Main's eyes narrowed violently. He saw a drop of blood rolling down Fudin's face, leaving behind a small flower of blood beneath his feet.

There was a cut on the side of Fuding's face. The wound was not deep, but rather very shallow. However, no matter how shallow the wound was, it was enough to bleed out blood. Actually, there wasn't much blood flowing out, but even if there was only one drop, it still seemed abnormal. One had to know that experts of Fuding's level could no longer be treated with the same level of physical strength as humans. By the time he advanced to the Dominant level, his evolving body had actually left the realm of humans.

Fordin or Main. Experts like them only looked like humans on the surface, but in reality, their genes and even their muscles were completely different from humans. Otherwise, without a strong body, how could he support the violent Origin Energy within his body?

Therefore, ordinary physical bullets would not be able to injure Fudin at all. Not to mention brushing Fudin's face, he would probably be shocked into powder by the powerful Origin Energy attached to his body just as he approached. However, Fuding was injured, so there was only one possibility-Fuding did it on purpose.

Maine had instantly grasped Fudin's plan. He smiled bitterly and sighed, "Why?"

Perhaps only Fordin knew what he meant. The Spear Demon shrugged and said, "I should be asking you this. But now, it doesn't make any sense. Hey, Main, this isn't your defensive base, is it?"

Alexander's encampment was not small, but it did not extend to the edge of the Whispering Forest. In fact, even if it was bigger, the edge of the encampment only reached the middle of the forest. Maine, of course, wouldn't make a fuss about it, so he nodded expressionlessly, "No."

"Alright." Fordin smiled and pointed at the wound on his face. "So, this was hurt by your men, wasn't it?"

"Yes." Maine still admits.

"Not within the range of your family's base, but injured by your men. Then the question is, Mr. Main, how do you plan to settle this debt?" Fordin put away his smile, his eyes filled with endless coldness. "Perhaps let me tell you, some people will probably die tonight. As for how many, it will depend on Mr. Main's decision."

"What exactly do you want!" The commander of the Wind God, Borken, finally couldn't help but say something. He could see Maine's shadow on his face. But he was taller and stronger than Main. If Rumaine was a fox wolf, then the commander in front of him was a lion. His dignity was more suited to becoming the head of the clan than Main.

Maine raised his hand, signaling Boccan not to interfere. He slowly looked at Fuding and said, "You've done so much to force me to take action. I repeat, even if I attack Alan, it's not your turn to take revenge. If you want revenge, let Old Horn do it himself!"

"Maine, Maine" Fuding lowered his head and looked at his feet, his face covered in shadows. He whispered, "You know what? If Master didn't agree, I would have wanted to kill you long ago. You cunning, despicable bastard. What else would you do besides shamelessly swinging your hand?"

"Let Master do it himself? Of course, he will definitely come. But before that, let me collect some interest first!" Fordin suddenly raised his head, and a bloody luster gushed out from the depths of his pupils. They quickly condensed into a cross-shaped star.

Maine's head was on the mark, and Fudin's hand moved. Actually, his range wasn't that big. He only lifted the gun in his hand, but his aura soared to the sky with this action. Maine's mind immediately went blank. When he reacted, he discovered that he had been forced to activate the Seal Armament by Fudin's actions and aura. However, when the crystalline armor that had been plundered from the void was restored to his body, a layer of incompatible dark mist flowed through the armor. As they passed through the end of the armor, they spat out a few tiny black flames.

Maine's expression immediately turned extremely ugly.

Behind him, Boccan's expression was a little ugly. Fordin smiled, "It's not your turn to deny it. Main, if you didn't fight me, why would you leave behind the Origin Energy of my Black Sun Shattering Bomb?"

To Maine, denial was incomparably pale at this moment. As for admission? This kind of slap on his mouth made him even more embarrassed. His eyes no longer concealed the killing intent in his heart. He dodged forward and punched at Fudin's chest.

Fording sneered, "Didn't you say I was here to pick a fight? That's right, I'm here to pick a fight!"

After spinning, Fuding's figure was drowned by the sparkling red flames that shot out from his body. Like a volcanic eruption, dazzling flames soared into the sky, not only drowning Fordin, but also engulfing Maine. Then, a small and complicated voice sounded from the strong light. From the sound alone, it was impossible to judge the situation in the flames. In the ears of ordinary soldiers, it was probably just some monotonous sound, but in Boccan's ears, each note could be split into hundreds of different frequencies of sound waves. In other words, the two people in the flames were fighting at an unimaginable speed!