Edge of the Apocalypse

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters on Edge of Doom!The next day, before dawn, Barwent and Allen left the town.

The corpses and locomotive wreckage on the clearing outside the town were cleared away. With this lesson, the iron wolf gangster should not dare to come to the town to make trouble again in a short time.The two walked for two kilometers on foot, and Alan had to forget it. His current source of energy had already been exhausted into the Void Skyfire.Wherever he went, the snow melted naturally, and even before the water was turned into a white smoke.Along the way, the snow gave way, and the smoke and dragon flew far away, how domineering it went.

But Bavent honestly followed Allen, borrowing his light to walk on the flat road that was constantly melting in the snow.But this old blacksmith dressed in a single coat, only carrying a hip flask to drink from time to time, is obviously not easy.Allen thought this was normal, where ordinary blacksmiths could pick up Qianjun, and wherever they could move the hammer made of meteorite iron.It's just that Horn never talked about the identity of the blacksmith. Allen was a caring person. Knowing that Bavent certainly didn't want too many people to know him, he didn't ask.

The two came to an ice lake, the surface of which was frozen.The wind blew, bringing endless chill.Allen didn't notice anything, the heat was rising around him, not afraid of the cold.But if ordinary people are standing here, they are afraid that their calves are trembling to death.

Bavent took another sip and carefully put the jug away and murmured: "There is not much left, I hope I can drink it on the way back." Then he said to Allen, "Boy, take the knife out."

Allen obeyed, put the long box on his back on the ground, and opened the box with one hand.There was a fiery enthusiasm immediately inside, the blade embryo lying in the box faintly glowed red, and the blade body continued to radiate heat.Ordinary people don't say killing the enemy with a knife, I'm afraid they won't even touch it.Allen held the handle that was integrated with the blade, and the blade immediately flashed a complex dark red pattern like a tree root.

"Throw it into the icy lake." Bawent said to the lake.

Allen didn't say a word, treating the blade as a javelin.With force, the blade blade immediately pulled out a dark rainbow light and threw it towards the center of the ice lake.With a plop, the blade of the knife hit the ice surface, breaking the ice surface without any suspense.There was a crackling sound of ice breaking on the lake surface, and the frozen lake surface gave rise to a gap of more than ten centimeters wide, and the knife embryo naturally sank into the uniced lake below.

The next moment, a stream of hot smoke rushed from the gap, and the impact of the air flow was so strong that it even expanded the gap a bit.Then the hot smoke continued to rise, and the sound of water continued to be heard under the lake.Alan squinted his eyes, knowing that the water of the lake was hardly evaporated by the blazing heat continuously emitted by the blade embryo, and the sound and heat of the water came into being.He glanced at Bavente, who no longer concealed it, and said directly: "The heart of the fire god you brought is very domineering. I guess that crystallization is mostly there. In the depths of the earth or volcanoes, it has absorbed geothermal energy and stored it for many years. The pupil of Hellfire is a thousand miles worse than it. In order to melt it into Qianjunli, I did not spend much time."

He waved his hand, causing Allen to say "Thank you" in his mouth and swallow back into his stomach.The old blacksmith sighed: "When the old master built this handle Qianjun, he often lamented that there was no excellent material that could be blended with Qianjun, and Qianjun eventually fell short. The reason why Qianjun maintained its rough appearance like a blade, It's not that the master couldn't sharpen it into a knife, but that it is more in line with Qianjun's nature."

"Until now I saw the Heart of Vulcan, and knew that Qianjun's opportunity to reincarnate was right before me. Only with this kind of material can the broken Qianjun be reborn. If it weren't for it, I would not dare to rashly agree. Mr. Horn’s request.” The old blacksmith rolled his eyes and said, “Don’t stare at me, you don’t even bother to mention who I am. You only need to know that I have worked under General Mesling for a while.”

Allen shrugged.

Bavente continued: "Although the Heart of Vulcan can be integrated into Qianjunli, it is too overbearing. You have also seen that even after integrating into the new sword, it still emits heat continuously, which is too sharp. It's clear. So in the end, you have to throw it into this ice lake to cool down, and press its sharp edge back into the blade. Only when the sharp edge is restrained, you're done."

Looking at the ice lake, the ice on the lake surface is not broken, and the heat is no longer just the same.Streams of hot smoke erupted from the cracks in the ice layer, making a huge cloud of white smoke enveloped the entire ice lake.Allen walked to the lake. The ice surface was level with the lake shore before, but now the ice has fallen, and there is a drop of tens of centimeters from the lake shore.And this drop was declining at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Alan couldn't hide his surprise.

After more than an hour, the ice lake had bottomed out, leaving only a shallow pool of water.White smoke rose in the lake, and the long knife that Allen threw into the lake was inserted diagonally into the bottom of the lake.Barwent gave a wink, and Allen swept into the lake and came near the long knife.I saw that the outer iron clothes on the long knife were all falling off, revealing the smooth and dark red blade inside.Allen stretched out his hand and slapped the long knife. The long knife bounced and vibrated in the air, completely shaking away the iron clothes remaining on the surface.

Alan reached for the knife, and a red light suddenly lit up in the depths of the knife.

The sun seemed to rise from the bottom of the lake.

The sword is so powerful!

The last pool of water in the lake was finally urged by the heat, and the sun on the lake gradually reduced its arrogance, and finally turned into strands of flame lingering around the blade.Alan looked at it with a sigh, that the previous blade embryo had completely transformed, and now the long blade he held in his hand.The handle of the knife is dark, just like a thousand.When the blade rises, the color changes from black to red.At three inches from the blade's edge, it was red near red, like an iron block that was burned red by fire, but it felt cold to the touch.There are several golden lines on the spine of the knife, which flicker occasionally.Whenever it lights up, the long knife is amazingly hot.

Holding Allen in his hand, he can clearly sense the various changes in the knife's internal force, and he can feel connected with the long knife.This feeling was even more comfortable and natural than before Qianjun was in hand, and immediately cut through the emptiness with a knife, and there was a scarlet sword air from the blade.The bottom of the lake vibrated, and a crack appeared quietly from Alan's feet, extending straight up to 100 meters.There was scorched black on both sides of the fissure, with red glow looming in it, and green smoke rose from the black groove, as if it was struck by the beam of a high-energy cannon.

With a single knife at will, there is such a power!

Barwent nodded happily, as it should be.He couldn't help taking out the wine jug, drank the wine in one sip, then wiped the wine stains and said: "Boy, this knife in your hand is already qualified to be a famous utensil. Although it came from Qianjun, But it's not Qianjun anymore, so let's name it."

Allen thought for a while, saw the flames of the sword lingering like fluorescent light, and muttered to himself: "Red Firefly? No, it's too weak to be worthy of the sword's dominance. Then... call it the Red King."

Knife cried endlessly.

On this day, Allen left the town with his newly-born Sword King and Lucy.The mayor’s granddaughter stood at the old pine tree outside the town and stayed away for a long time. That night, Bavente had a long conversation with the mayor.The next morning, with only a patched rucksack and the hammer, the blacksmith who had been in the town for many years also left the town. No one knew where he was going.

This world is like this, coming and going, gathering and scattering.

late at night.

Mobit opened his eyes, frowned and looked at the wound on his chest.There was a bandage tied around his chest, and the white bandage was bleeding, which was abnormal.Logically speaking, even if Horn's Qiuyan's sword aura is no matter how overbearing.Give Mobit three days, which is enough to clean it.But he has stayed on the surface for almost a week, and instead of healed, his injury has worsened.

The president stood up and decided to return to Babylon tomorrow, no matter what.

He has been away from the floating island for too long.

Even though news comes from the floating island every day, it is full of details, allowing him to remotely control various decisions on Babylon.But leaving the political center like this for many days is unique for Mobit.I don't know if it's because of the weird injury that he feels uneasy.

For confidentiality reasons, Mobit cannot accept detailed inspections.Alifant can only find trusted doctors to treat the President's injuries, but those doctors can't tell why the President's injuries are not reduced.Even the violent Allifant killed two or three, but Mobit saw it in his eyes, but couldn't stop it.

Allifant is a chess piece he placed on the surface, and many dirty jobs that Mobit can't show up are left to this fat man.Mobit knows Alifant's unseen activities very well.Even the predators are big, the president has his eyes closed.But that doesn't mean he trusts Alifant. In fact, all ten fingers that can gain the president's trust can be counted.

He also suspected that his unhealed injury was related to Alifant, but Mobitt had checked everything sent by the fat man, including food and clothing, and found no clues.So now, he can't tell why the injury is so weird.

Mobit walked to the window.

The manor of Alifant was showering under the cold moonlight, and the fat man was obviously a very life-conscious guy.He set up an army of a hundred people in this small manor. Not to mention the open guard and secret post, this guy even arranged a defensive heavy artillery on each of the two commanding heights.Even if the heavy artillery model is outdated, if the object of defense is a small manor, it is more than enough.

The atmosphere of the manor tonight is still out and out, but if anyone dared to step into the thunder pond carefully arranged by the fat man, it would probably die quite ugly.In the past, it wasn't that there were no overnight visits, or the presence of hostile forces.But no matter who, once entered this manor, he fell into the sea like a mud cow.Over time, this manor is no different from the magic cave in the eyes of the locals.