Edge of the Apocalypse

"Alan, do you think I am blind? This is a magic weapon. For that amount of money, you can only configure one at most. But you obviously have two here. Then I ask you, the extra military expenditure will overflow How did you fill it up? Do you use your own money? You are cheating, serious cheating!" Webber exclaimed excitedly, pointing his finger to Alan's nose.

This is really hateful, how could this Bethkod collateral kid cheat so openly. If Windsor Bello acquiesces in this way, then I should also give it to the two captains. No, all soldiers are armed with magic weapons! Weber thought excitedly. "Fiction" novel chapter updated fastest

Allen's gaze fell on Weber's finger pointing to him: "If you don't take it away again, I'll cut it off."

He patted his fangs wrapped in gray cloth.

Weber remembered that when Allen tried the knife that day, he shaved seven or eight tin dolls to pieces. He asked himself that no one had a hard finger, and quickly retracted, causing the soldier behind Allen to laugh.

Webber flushed, and every laughter of the soldier slapped his face like a slap in the face. He was just about to have an attack when Windsor Bello's voice sounded behind him: "What's going on."

Windsor Bello lowered his military cap slightly, his voice a little cold. Weber turned his voice and spoke loudly to the marshal of his suspicion. After he finished speaking, Windsor Bello said "Oh", and then said: "If there is nothing else, get on the spaceship. It will take at least five hours to get to the third area."

"Marshal Windsor Bellow, don't you just leave it like that? How can you favor this kid!" The Weber fumbled, and was shocked after speaking.

Windsor Bello raised her purple hair without wind, then drifted down slowly. She raised her head slightly, looked down at Weber with icy eyes, and sneered: "I'm sorry, I didn't hear clearly just now. Are you talking about my favoritism?"

"I, I..." Webber was speechless.

"I've seen the list of military expenses sent by both of you. The Van Vigny family also counted the cost this time and used it below the market price. No, basically sell the weapons to you at the cost price, Master Weber. If not, Seeing that Van Vigny’s house saved us a portion of Sirius’ military expenses, do you think I would really admit that so-called list?" Windsor Bello leaned forward slightly, staring as if to dig out Webber’s eyes: "At least, Alan is much more innocent than you in terms of military expenditures. All expenditures are clear and there is no water. As for his magic weapons, you are not allowed to purchase weapon parts by himself. The sequence of processing and manufacturing Rubik's Cube is not successful?"

"I said that this assessment is to test your overall level. The design/work of the Rubik's Cube sequence is one of Allen's strengths. Of course, it can be applied to this assessment. Or you question my fairness scale. ?"

"No, no, marshal, you must be correct."

"Then stop talking nonsense, and take your team aboard the spaceship." Windsor Bello straightened his body with his hands around his chest, looking at Webber sternly like a queen high above.

Under her prestige, Weber could no longer have any thoughts of protest, and led his team on a lifting deck guarded by a bird of prey. It wasn't until he got into the chair of the spaceship that Weber reacted, and he murmured: "The Rubik's Cube sequence? Can he complete all the preparation/production processes of the sequence independently?"

Looking at the falling snowflakes outside the window, Webber couldn't help but shrank, only to feel that this winter was particularly bleak.

An hour after the Raptor frigate flew out of the harbor, the news that Allen was able to independently make/make a low-level sequence has been grasped by several people. And if this news were admitted indirectly by Windsor Bello, naturally no one would question Marshal Greed's eyes. Everyone who knows her is Zhīdào, and Windsor Bello loves money, but it is far from the point where she can be bought and spread false news.

After learning the news, some caring people quietly raised the danger of Bethkode in their hearts. In Bethkode, Allen's family status has been elevated. With the news of Windsor Bello, even if Alan is not a student of the Marshal, the Presbyterian Church will pass the proposal to add him to the successor sequence. A talent who can make/make a sequence, even if Allen’s achievements are just a technician, Beskod will not extrapolate him from Kěnéng, but will cultivate him as a core member.

What's more, with Allen's talent shown before, it is obvious that his achievements will not stop here!

"Father, are you looking for me?"

When Arthur walked into Heydrick's studio, he saw a torn painting scattered on the ground. Heydrick stood by the window with his hand in his hand, and under his feet behind him, there was a broken paintbrush, a color wheel that had been stepped on to pieces. As for the colors in the color palette, it was naturally splashed all over the floor, spraying out abstract color blocks from the floor of the studio.

Heydrick didn't turn his head and whispered softly: "As soon as I got the news, that kid Alan has already been confessed by Windsor Bello. He...he has the ability to make/make Rubik's Cube sequences."

Arthur shook his whole body as if hit by a bullet, and his eyes behind the lens burst into sharp light. He took a few consecutive breaths before he calmed himself down.

"Last time in the Venus Hotel, how did you contact him?"

"Not so good, he is very wary of me." Arthur said.

Heydrick nodded and said: "Of course, if he acts as if he is not wary of you, it will cause headaches. Arthur, are you confident?"

"Which way do you need my confidence?"

Heydrick turned around sharply: "If it was before I got the news, I hope you could kill him after approaching him. Now it's not the case. Allen is a huge fortune, and I hope that this fortune can be held in In my hands!"

"I will do my best." Arthur leaned.

Heydrick nodded and said, "You can do it, as long as you let Allen work for me, you can do whatever you want. This task is not capped!"

"You are so generous." Arthur gave a sign-like smile and exited the studio.

Walking along the corridor, stopping in front of a stained glass window, Arthur looked out towards the snow-dancing world and whispered, "Perhaps you are too much, father. Alan will be able to hold one head on one. Faithful? I think you are playing with fire."

He shrugged and murmured: "But what does it matter to me? I will still complete your instructions. After all, being his friend is a good thing for me, isn't it?"

"Master Arthur." A soft cry sounded at the turning point, and in the shadow of the curve in the corridor, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl stood with her hand on her back.

"How about, Nana?"

"Our people are ready, and the spaceship is on standby, ready for departure at any time." The girl named Nana respectfully said.

Arthur nodded: "So, has the news I specified spread out?"

"According to your instructions, everything is done."

"Well done, Nana. Remember not to let Zhīdào let the news out."

"Of course not, I have done the necessary processing."

"Well, let's go to the third district to see what my brother needs help." Arthur snapped his fingers and went straight forward.

The girl accompanied him, and the two walked away in the corridor.

At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, the Raptor frigate arrived at the official airport in the third surface area. After landing, a military truck picked up the two teams. At 8 o'clock in the evening, the military truck stopped at the bank of a large lake called Swan Lake. The two teams got out of the car and set up camp on the lakeshore with the marching tent provided in the car. This lake bay is said to have swans in large numbers in spring, hence the name.

But now, the lake is freezing, so I never want to see half a swan.

Walking along the shore of Swan Lake to the southeast, you will enter an unknown virgin forest. Mount Wilton is located in the depths of the forest. There are complex mountain roads and natural barriers such as virgin forests. It has been almost two years since the armed rioters who claimed to be the holy disarmament was infested, but they are still alive and well.

Allen and the others will spend the night at Swan Lake, and they will go to Wilton Mountain tomorrow to fight the bandits.

After a brief dinner, Allen walked out of the camp. From a distance, Weber was practicing swordsmanship in the clearing on the other side. The young master of Fan Weini’s family danced impenetrably with a long sword in his hand, the cold light flickered, and the sword strength was lingering, but he was quite true to learn. Occasionally, the sword might have a few beautiful lines on the body. Obviously, this is a magic weapon.

Hearing footsteps, Weber stopped. Seeing that it was Alan, he frowned and said, "What's the matter with you?"

"About the attack on Mount Wilton, I think we should talk about it." Allen said.

"What to talk about?" Weber shook his head. "Now we are in a competitive relationship~www.readwn.com~ I don't think there is anything to talk about. Are you going to follow my style and work out my strategic layout?"

Allen spread his hands and smiled: "It seems that we really have nothing to talk about. But Weber, we are in a competitive relationship, but tomorrow is also a real battle. Maybe we can compete in some ways. Cooperation. Isn’t communication and cooperation also one of the Marshal’s ability to evaluate us?"

"Let's put it this way, Ellen, I have absolute confidence in myself." Weber raised the sword in his hand and smiled: "So I don't think it is necessary to cooperate with you, what do you think?"

"I think now I have to go to bed every time I go to bed, I wish we each other good luck, good night." Allen smiled and retired.

On the second day, the two teams left the camp. The truck stayed by the lake and waited for them to return. As for where Windsor Bello went and how to observe them during the actual combat, no one knew. After a long day of trekking, finally when night fell, Allen saw the Wilton Mountains, the rolling mountains leaving a dark silhouette under the distant night sky.

On the southwest side of the silhouette, there is a faint fire, and that should be the stronghold of the Holy Disarmament!