Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 922: Bao Lu Is Old

Rackett was shocked.

From the moment the guards charged into the formation to the moment Alan killed his enemies, it only took him a few breaths of time. It wasn't until his long scarlet saber was unsheathed that the old count came into contact with Allen's aura. One must know that although an object's aura was born from Origin Energy, it also depended on one's temperament. The murderous auras were filled with cold killing intent, as if ice water had pierced through the bones in winter. A fiery person's aura was mostly rough and violent, like a lion, tiger, and fierce tiger that caused one's heart to palpitate. There were also some that were deep in the city, and their auras were mostly gloomy and cold-blooded, like poisonous snakes. Apart from that, the aura of the elders naturally carried some dignity. The aura of a hot-blooded person always carried with it a vast amount of righteous energy; The top experts in the killing intent profession had no imposing aura at all.

The aura that Rackett felt from Allen was extremely grand and strict, as if the void was a furnace, everything was rewarded, everything was refined into a furnace for its own use. Rackett had never heard of such a vast and far-reaching aura.

On the side of the mountain path, Ellen said, "Does the Count want to go on the battlefield himself, or do you want the commander of the guards behind you to come over and test the water? It's getting late. I have other things to attend to, or do you two go together?"

Kant blushed, saving himself from standing behind Rackett. '"Forget it, you're no match for him. It's just a waste of his life. I'll do it."

This was the first time Kant felt that this harsh old man was so cute.

Rackett's beard was wide open, and a ball of green energy rose in his eyes, his aura surging!

Jade flames surged out and formed a projection above Rackett's head. It was a stag with a pair of horns as complex and dignified as a crown. Its entire body was covered in snow-white fur, and it stepped on and kicked circles of jade flames like ripples of water. This was the projection of Rackett's ancestor, the Treasure Crown Deer King. When it appeared, Rackett's speed and regeneration were greatly increased.

When he was young, the Earl relied on this projection to carve a path from the battlefield to the peak of power.

However, Bao Lu was still the same, but the Count was getting old. After many years of fighting, the battlefield that the swords and swords used to face had also turned into a dark battle without gunpowder. As a result, the Precious Deer and its sword horn lost their previous sharpness, and the green flames in its eyes became more gloomy than before. With his old age and his ability to cross the 30th level, Rackett was unable to escape from the laws of nature. Even though the Origin Energy had not fallen, the projection was no longer as clear as before. At the peak of his strength, the four hooves of the Precious Crown Deer King were not only filled with green flames. The rising green flames even gave birth to vine flame flowers, making the Precious Deer even more impressive than before, instead of the current late twilight.

Rackett sighed in his heart. He had never thought that he would be able to defeat Alan. As long as he could delay the arrival of the outsider Gonzalez, the count took a deep breath and raised his sword to Ellen. "Since you're courting death, I'll give you a ride!"

Alan narrowed his eyes and looked at the count and the old deer. He sighed and said, "It's all up to you. You're still deceiving yourself. Why bother?"

Knife up.

Feng Yunsheng!

At first, a circle of dust and smoke fluttered, instantly pulling up two dragon alleys and forming a storm. In the storm, Allen's clothes twisted, and a flame burst out from the sky. Amidst the flames and mist, Alan's figure became blurry.

Rackett didn't dare to be careless and stared at Alan with his eyes wide open.

The storm flames suddenly disappeared, and the Qi that Alan had been gathering burst forth. The entire Coiling Snake Mountain Road shook, and countless rocks tumbled down. However, Alan disappeared from the mountain path, and Alan whispered in Rackett's ear, "Don't worry. Remington will take care of Mountain City for you after tonight. Although he's useless, it's enough to guard the gate."

A bolt of lightning flashed through Rackard's mind, and he instantly guessed that Allen's plan was about seventy to eighty percent. He even guessed that Alan would kill Yopuni. He wanted to warn, but in the end, he spat out a string of blood foam from his throat.

Kant, who was sitting beside him, fell to the ground with a thud of his sword. He widened his eyes and watched in disbelief as the old count's precious deer projection twisted rapidly. The jade flames beneath his hooves revealed a few vermillion red spots, and then the jade cremation turned red. The Vermilion Skyfire roared as it burned the deer's body. The Precious Deer struggled and wailed, twisting a few times before exploding into a ball of Origin Energy that dispersed with the wind.

The broken sword on Rackett's body was broken, and a blood fountain sprayed out from his chest, spraying out several meters.

Only then did Allen's figure appear ten meters behind the count. Then, an extremely thin but incomparably bright red light flashed past. The red light pierced through the old count and faded from Alan's Red King blade, outlining the trajectory of the slash. Following that, a ravine split open on the mountain path, and more than a dozen street lamps tilted and tilted, falling along with countless mountain stones, smashing into the city below the mountain.

The old count shook his head and fell into the cracked ravine beneath his feet, disappearing into Kant's eyes. Only then did the Guard Commander know how to scream and run up desperately, finally escaping the danger of being sucked into the collapsed rocks.

Driven by Skyfire, a type of lightning slain Rackett. Alan put away Red King and looked back if he felt anything. Suddenly, a black shadow floated out from the entrance of the mountain path below. The black shadow stopped in front of the path and confronted Allen.

Allen tapped Red King with his fingers, creating a faint circle of flame patterns and said, "Come up if you want to."

The black figure obviously hesitated for a moment, then floated back as expected, disappearing at the corner in the blink of an eye. Ellen shook his head, "Well, since I can't lift this big fish, I can only find some small fish and shrimp to make do with."

Red King returned to his sheath and the blade flashed a wisp of vermillion red as if he was unwilling to accept it.

Remington sat down in his bedroom.

His entire body trembled, not knowing whether he was afraid or excited. After a while, he laughed, "The old man is dead. Is he really dead?" He laughed and cried, but just as he cried, he slapped his cheek. Remington stood up, silently pulled out a long saber, and turned around to leave the room. When he appeared in the corridor, his face was filled with violence.

He walked to Parson's bedroom.

Remington was no longer waiting for Alan to kill Yopuni, even his Level 25 father could be killed with a single blade. Yopuni, who had yet to climb to Level 20, could not be the opponent of the God Killer.

Remington murmured to himself, "This business is not at a loss!"

Then he kicked open Parson's bedroom door.

Parson was wrapped in blankets and hiding in a corner. He also saw his father being sliced by Allen's knife. He was so scared that tears and snot flowed from his eyes. Suddenly seeing the door being kicked away, he was shocked. Seeing Remington come in again, he seemed to have caught a life-saving straw. Parson jumped up and cried, "Second brother, father is dead."

"That's right." Remington stood at the door. The shadow fell on his face and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

"Let's go," Parson ran to the door. "The murderer is coming in."

"Let's go? Why should we go?" Remington rushed forward fiercely. He suddenly smashed into the light of the room with a sinister smile on his face, causing Parson to be stunned. Remington raised his saber and slashed at Parson.

Parson screamed and instinctively retreated. He narrowly avoided the attack, but he still left a red line on his chest.

Blood oozed out of the red line very quickly.

Parson fell to the ground. "What are you doing?"

"Bullshit, of course I'm going to kill you. You trash, I didn't like you anymore. And Yopuni, you always put on a high and mighty face in front of me. Now that you guys are going to die with the old man, this mountain city is mine!" Remington shouted loudly, and his ambition was clear.

He was about to slash Parson with another knife.

Remington's eyes suddenly darkened, and he didn't know what was covering him. He shouted and chopped randomly. After several slashes, he discovered that it was a thin blanket covering his body. As for Parson, he had long since disappeared. Only the windows of the room were open, and the night breeze was blowing backwards, causing the curtains to flutter unsteadily. Remington shouted angrily as he rushed to the window and shouted Parson's name. Of course, he didn't need to expect Parson to respond to him.

Hearing Remington's roar, Alan smiled. Knowing that Parson must have been rescued by Belmord, otherwise, Remington's cries carried such unwillingness. He gently pushed the door in front of him. The door was actually unlocked and he pushed it open.

Lecter's eldest son, Yopuni, was neatly dressed and even had time to tie a necktie for himself. He looked at Alan with a smile, as if he had guessed that Alan would come looking for him early in the morning.

"You really surprised me. Aren't you running?" Alan smiled as if he was chatting with a good friend.

Yopuni shrugged his shoulders, "Where can I go? A rank 25 count can't even take a single blade from you. Gonzalez, who was supposed to have come to the rescue, hasn't shown up yet. I'm afraid he'll scare you back even if he gets there. Where can I go unless I have wings on my back if someone like you keeps an eye on me?"

"I know a bit about myself."

"I want to make a deal with you."

"Tell me."

Yopney said with his hands behind his back, "I heard that you were in contact with Remington and Parson before, and you came to me with killing intent after killing my father tonight." Needless to say, he was definitely going to kill my father and son and hand Mountain City over to one of Remington and Parson. Previous contact was probably to consider who is more suitable to sit in this position, Parson is sick, I think your choice is Remington.

"No wonder Earl Rackett thinks highly of you," Ellen applauded disingenuously. "Young Master Yopney has some insight."

Yopney smiled faintly and said, "Remington is not fit to sit in this seat, or you can consider letting me kill Remington. I promise that Mountain City will bow down to Sir Alan in the future."

"Yopuni, fart!" Remington's voice rang out from outside the room. A moment later, he rammed into the bedroom with his saber in hand.

He glanced at Alan and gritted his teeth. "Sir Alan, Yopuni has a lot of connections in Mountain City. The old man has already paved the way for him. If you let him go today, he will betray you tomorrow!"

Yopney snorted, "Can a mad dog manage Mountain City well? Maybe Ellen will give Mountain City to you today, and you will lose it to some big shot tomorrow!"

The two brothers faced each other head-on. For the sake of power and life, they had to tear apart the friendly faces that they had painstakingly maintained in front of outsiders in the past. Alan smiled and said indifferently, "I'm the most trustworthy person in business. Since I promised Remington, I won't go back on my word. So I'm sorry, Young Master Yopney."