Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 435: Storm

Rumble!

The loud sound of thunder resounded throughout the world. The dazzling lightning illuminated the world, drawing out a clear black and white outline.

The storm affected the land from the sea, even Ark Harbor was no exception. Fortunately, the harbor in the middle of the mountain was a natural harbor, so no ships were damaged. The heavy rain lasted from afternoon to night, and then to dawn before gradually weakening. However, the rumbling thunder and rain continued to envelop this world.

Another huge bolt of lightning flashed, illuminating the jungle below. In the blue and white lightning, one could see figures piercing through the edges of the forest. Soon, the figure in the rain left the forest and appeared on a high slope. Below the slope was a small village. On the village's clock tower, a flag was drenched by the rain and hung down.

The occasional flash of lightning illuminated the flag, and it was barely visible as a sign of a wolf's head.

"We're here." Ellen gestured and whispered, "Let's go."

Several figures behind him flashed and dispersed. Following that, the Mountain King, Inch Fire, and Dark Blade members also descended the slope one after another, heading towards the village occupied by the Hungry Wolf Baron according to their previous plan.

After leaving White Castle, Alan had received information about Sir Daniel and his subordinates. Sir Daniel was a viscount of strength. To be able to prefix the title with the word strength meant that the viscount's personal strength was equivalent to that of a count. In fact, Daniel was indeed a Level 27 expert. However, his background was not as prominent as Ouban's. His current territory was far from the level of a Count, so he still did not have enough conditions to become a Count.

As for Daniel's subordinates, Baron Hungry Wolf Duruf was definitely a noteworthy fellow. He also had a strength prefix before his title. Although he was still a baron, Duruf was a Level 21 expert. No wonder Sir Oban had so many followers, but no one was willing to stand up to the hungry wolf. After all, Duruf's strength was there. He was an expert below Daniel, and even if he closed his eyes, he could sweep through Ouban's votes of subordinates.

According to the information provided by Steward Mace, Duruf was a person who highly valued personal force. His army numbered less than a thousand, and only a few hundred of them were made up of slaves from the territory. In terms of combat strength alone, Duruf's army was extremely weak. However, he had two Level 15 warriors under him, which made him a good helper.

In some of Duruf's battle cases, it wasn't hard to see that his style of battle was dominated by strong assaults, and the army was in charge of finishing the battle. Such a person was very suitable to be a striker, otherwise Daniel would not have sent him to lead the way. Although Duruf was strong, his weakness was obvious. The shortage of troops and their low quality gave Allen, who had just arrived, an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

Alan wanted to drive the hungry wolf out before Daniel's follow-on army arrived. Otherwise, just the advantage of numbers alone would be enough to eat him to death.

Fighter jets always flashed by, and the sudden storm yesterday had undoubtedly created an excellent opportunity for Alan. Using the cover of the storm, he led his men overnight and finally arrived at the village occupied by Duruf before dawn. Also due to the storm, Daniel's reinforcements had to be delayed for at least a day or two.

The time difference between them was Allen's excellent fighter jet.

The world before dawn was the darkest, and darkness was Belmond's stage. With the advancement of his level and the increase of his Origin Energy, Belmond's movements became more and more rapid. He floated like a ghost under a sentry tower in the rainy night. The temporary sentry tower made of wood was less than three meters tall. This height was not even an obstacle for Belmond. He floated in like a black cloud. A moment later, blood flowed out of the gap in the sentry tower.

Regis, Wilick, and Chila silently passed the sentry tower that Belmond had taken down. The three of them scattered and rushed into several houses. Alan had already received accurate information. After the village was occupied, the villagers had temporarily left and were taken in by the nearby town. Therefore, the only ones left in the village were Duruf's soldiers. He didn't need to worry about accidentally killing them.

With the skills of the three of them and the unexpected attack, the soldiers in the dwellings didn't even react and were mercilessly killed by them. After a while, a miserable scream sounded. However, the scream suddenly stopped, leaving behind a faint final sound. Only then did the soldiers in the village realize that there were intruders.

Belmond floated down the sentry tower and dodged towards a wooden house. The door to the room opened, and a soldier was rushing out in panic with a saber in his hand. He didn't even have time to put on his armor. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, and the soldier felt a chill down his neck. Then, all of his strength dissipated. When he fell to the ground, he realized that his throat had been cut.

A black cloud circled the room, and the dozen soldiers who lived in the room died.

The smell of blood was spreading throughout the village.

The soldiers who reacted rushed out of the house and looked for the enemy in the rainy night. Suddenly, someone saw the light of the fire and raised his saber to point. Before he could shout, he heard the muffled thunder. His body trembled violently and he kept retreating. When he fell on a low wall, the soldiers beside him discovered that there were several bloody holes in his body.

Following that, the violent sound of the fiery rifle rang out in the village. The sound of gunfire suppressed the sound of thunder. The bright line of fire pierced through the rain. When the soldier's eyes were illuminated by the fire, it was as if he saw the sinister smile of the god of death. This time, there weren't many Inch Fire Warriors leaving with Alan. There were only about ten of them, but their configurations were top notch. Not to mention anything else, the Fire Fighting Rifle that far surpassed this era was a great killing weapon. Especially when it came to harvesting ordinary warriors, it was definitely a weapon of war.

Ten Inch Fire Warriors suppressed them from a long distance, and the fierce firepower knocked down the soldiers who ran out of the house like straw. The soldiers who reacted screamed and ran back into the room. The Inch Fire Warrior silently activated the Magic Cube sequence of his rifle. Then, a round of fire missiles crossed the space of the village and crashed into the houses with civil structures, causing waves to explode.

The explosion caused rain powder to fly everywhere. Seven or eight houses were razed to the ground. The soldiers inside were burned to death by the explosion and the superimposed energy. Only charred corpses remained.

"What's going on!" A loud roar rang out in the village. Duruf knocked on the door and walked out. He was wearing only a pair of narrow trousers and his wide eyes were filled with a fierce light as he looked at the village illuminated by the fire.

Duruf was in his prime, and his muscular body was like iron. His silver hair pointed straight towards the sky like a spike, and the same colored beard on his chin made him look even harder than before. An ugly scar on his cheek was Duruf's clearest sign, and he was looking for the intruder with a furious gaze.

A mournful scream suddenly sounded from a house a hundred meters away on the left. Hearing this voice, Duruf felt a sense in his heart. He recognized the voice of a capable general. From the sound of his voice, even if his subordinates didn't die, they would still be doomed. He let out a beast-like roar and turned around to charge forward. Suddenly, a figure appeared in the rain.

That slender figure and this village that had already become a battlefield seemed quite unique, especially the young and handsome face of the other party. It seemed that they were more likely to come from the banquet of the upper nobles than from the battlefield that was filled with blood and flames.

Duruf stopped and said in a low voice, "Who are you?"

"Alan."

"Never heard of it!"

Alan shrugged his shoulders and smiled, "It doesn't matter. All you need to know is that I represent Earl Oban. I have the authority to kill you because of your evil deeds in the Count's territory. Of course, you can choose to surrender. That would be a happy thing for everyone."

Duruf seemed to have heard the biggest joke of his life and immediately burst into laughter, causing the corners of his eyes to sparkle with laughter. "Little brat, isn't that too much to say?" He laughed.

"I was just trying to persuade you kindly."

"It's a pity that I'm stubborn, so surrendering is impossible!"

"Then I'll have to give your corpse to Sir Daniel. Perhaps I can give him a warning."

"I want to do the opposite," Drouf snorted. "I'm glad Earl Oban remembered his honor and dignity. Unfortunately, he shouldn't have sent a brat."

As he finished speaking, he rushed towards Allen. His speed wasn't slow, and he charged forward. Duruf reached out and grabbed Ellen's chest. That iron hand was filled with Origin Energy. If he grabbed it, he would definitely dig out his organs from Ellen's body. Ellen shook his head and slipped away, aiming straight at Duruf's waist.

Duruf felt as if he had been struck by an electric shock, and his entire body jumped non-stop. Alan knocked Duruf's blood and qi through the Origin Energy that invaded his body. He took five or six steps back before looking at Alan seriously.

Alan smiled and said, "Maybe you shouldn't underestimate me."

"It looks like that. Then let me kill you with all my might!" Duruf let out a long howl, and a huge engraving appeared on his chest. It was the pattern of a demonic wolf. When the engraving appeared, dark red bristles continuously emerged from his arms and chest. His hair was like needles, shrugging, and Duruf's hair turned dark red. However, his eyes turned as golden as a wolf's.

He stretched his arms a little, and his fingernails stretched out, turning into black claws. Origin Energy surged, and Duruf let out a wolf howl. When he lowered his head, a pair of snow-white fangs even extended from his upper lip, resembling a werewolf.

Alan's expression turned solemn. Duruf finally showed his true strength. He did not dare to underestimate the other party. Qianjun pointed at the space between Duruf's eyebrows. Waves of powerful saber Qi flew out, causing rain to splatter everywhere and vaporize into mist, forming a dense mass of water vapor around the two of them.