The Desert Boat Shop on 27th Street was also closed early today. In the back room of the shop, Morocco stood with his hands clasped behind his back in front of a mural. This mural depicted the scene of Moroco pulling a cart of green crystals back to Mokedan. One could see that Moroco was still very young in the painting, and his clothes were old and tattered. Both sides of him were filled with astonishment. Although the frescoes were not artistic, and were painted by a third-rate painter, they were priceless treasures to Morocco.
Because this mural was his life!
"So I won't let anyone ruin my life, no one," he said to himself, clenching his fists.
There was a knock on the door. His confidant Yuga entered the room and said to Morocco, "Boss, 34th Street has been sealed off. Although I can't enter, I can feel the aura inside. It's obvious that Lord Gulant's subordinates are fighting with the people of the Forgotten Realm. Apart from the army, I also saw the Hellhound, the black cat, and the Lion of Hell entering the main street. With so many experts, I think that so-called King of Darkness is going to die in Moke Dan this time. "
"That would be for the best, but the matter is not over yet. We should still be careful."
Yuga asked, "Do you want me to keep an eye on them?"
"There's no need. If we're recognized, we'll be in trouble."
Yuga nodded and did not insist.
Across from 27th Street, Bali was standing in front of the window of the City Lord's office building in the Central Block. His nose twitched and he chuckled. "The smell of blood in the wind today is really heavy."
The adjutant, Angelica, walked to the Grand Warlord's side and said coldly, "Sir, are you just going to stand by and do nothing? Thirty-fourth street was about to be demolished. The Master of the Wasteland, Gulant's trusted general, the presidents and elites of the three unions were all there. It's not good for us to just stand by and watch, right? "
"What's wrong with that? Do you think I don't know what Grant is thinking? If that fellow wanted to use this contribution to exchange for a transfer document with the Empire, then let him do as he pleased. If he succeeds, that would naturally be for the best. If he fails, then I'll settle the score with him. "
"That's not what I'm talking about," Evangelica said with a frown. It's the Common Lord of the Wasteland. Like you said, success is the best. What about failure? Are you going to watch him escape from the city? "
"Can't I? Come, Angeluca. Let's put it this way. His Majesty asked me to come to Mokedan not to keep an eye on the common lord of the wasteland, nor is it some bullshit Forgotten Realm army. In His Majesty's eyes, there is only one person he needs to pay attention to … "Bali rubbed his hands together." That woman, the woman His Majesty is afraid of. She was the only one worth paying attention to. As for the common master of the wasteland, what was that? It didn't matter if he came or left, even if he led the army to the gates of Mokedan the next day. His Majesty doesn't care, and neither do I. The reason is simple. If he does that, I will crush him like an ant. "
The adjutant shrugged. "Do whatever you want. Don't blame me for not warning you if something happens. But it's a pity, I heard that the master of the wasteland is a handsome man. "
Bali laughed, "Is it useful to be handsome? Get over here, whore. Other than my big guy, who else can feed you? "
The woman snuggled up to the Grand Superintendent, and Bali did not hesitate to stretch out his claws to touch her. Very quickly, Bali's hands were wet.
On 34th Street, a storm was coming.
Allen stood among the corpses of the Hellhound Killer, calmly looking at the Hellhound Guild Leader, Keschi, who was constantly accumulating power. Keschi's long, bright red hair fluttered without any wind, and his aura surged. To be able to sit in the position of guild leader, and the Hellhound was ranked in the top ten of Mokedan's many guilds, Keschi had a certain level of strength. In the eyes of others, Keschi's hair was probably raised and his clothes and pants were moving. In the eyes of experts like Kratt and Jia Ya, they could feel the magnificent aura of a Level 30 expert. As for Allen, his eyes that were looking directly at Origin Energy saw a dark red pillar of Origin Energy rushing into the air from Keschi's body. It connected with the thin clouds in the sky and continuously absorbed the Origin Energy of space to strengthen itself.
Keschi was like a pool of water that was constantly being poured into it. When the water level was full, the guild leader finally made his move.
He raised his arm and waved his whip. A clean whip swept over. The whip carried boundless Origin Energy, and it was like a thick red flame that wrapped around the whip. Just as he was about to hit Allen, a figure suddenly flashed and someone stood in front of Allen.
Belmond!
Belmond, who had already activated his armor, raised his hand and swept it across. A Blade of Chaos bounced Keschi's whip away. With a "pa" sound, the sound was exceptionally crisp. In the distance, Kratt and Jia Ya, who had already climbed onto the roof to watch the battle, looked at each other. Black Cat President Jia Ya licked her lips and said, "Another expert."
"Sorry, I'm late, Young Master." Belmond stared at Keschi and said softly.
Allen smiled and said, "It's not too late. It's not over yet."
As soon as he finished speaking, a miserable scream sounded from behind him. Allen turned around and saw Smoker throw away his sword and retreat into a shop. On the path of the imperial general's retreat, beads of blood were scattered all over the ground. Trisley was gasping for breath. There were sword wounds on her face and arms, but it didn't seem to be a big deal. She didn't chase after Smoker. Instead, she turned her gaze to the killers surrounding Allen.
Everyone who was swept by her gaze felt as if they had brushed past the edge of the blade.
On the roof, Jia Ya sighed and said, "I'll go greet that sister. Big guy, can you take down that wasteland's common lord?"
"If I can't take it down like this, my Lions of Hell should close their doors as soon as possible." Kratt put down his axe and felt a huge pressure.
President Black Cat smiled and said, "Remember the reward. As for Keschi, do you want to …" She stretched out a finger and wiped it back and forth on her neck. Then, she chuckled and flickered. When he reappeared, he had already landed in front of Trisley. As if her momentum was too fierce, Jia Ya's body swayed left and right, full of flaws, but Trisley didn't make a move. It wasn't until Jia Ya had stabilized her footing that Trisley said coldly, "Put away your tricks. You can't fool me with these little tricks."
Originally, she wanted to lure Trisley into making a move. Jia Ya, who was good at making a move later, smiled foolishly, just like the pure girl next door. She giggled and said, "Big sister is really amazing. You're not fooled at all. That way, I'll have to go through a lot of trouble."
"Is that so?" Trisley suddenly laughed. Her smile was exceptionally charming. "Actually, it's not easy for you to think it's simple. Just stand there and don't move. Just let Big Sister chop you down."
"Alright." Jia Ya said innocently. At the end of her sentence, Trisley was no longer where she was. The woman who appeared on the left side of President Black Cat raised her hand and lifted Jia Ya's chin. The latter's feet immediately floated up. The dagger in Trisley's hand trembled slightly as it ruthlessly sliced towards Jia Ya's lower abdomen. Jia Ya was still looking up, but she laughed, "Sister is so ruthless." As she spoke, she suddenly flipped over in the air, turning her head upside down. With one hand, she used the sharp blade on her cat's claws to insert the teeth of ravaging, while the other claw grabbed Trisley's face. If she was caught, Trisley would be disfigured even if she didn't die. In terms of ruthlessness, she wouldn't be inferior to her.
Trisley grinned, and the ravaging teeth suddenly shone brightly. With a shake of Trisley's wrist, the dagger slid between the cat's claws, and Jia Ya's "claws" immediately broke off. The black cat's president's mouth turned into an "O" shape, his expression surprised and cute.
The two women started to fight. On the other side, Bescot was also facing the president of the Hellhound. There were experts fighting at both ends of the street. The Union Assassins did not dare to approach the battle circle of the two sides easily, so they forced their way towards Allen. Unexpectedly, a rough voice sounded, "Idiots, if you don't want to die, get lost."
Allen looked up and saw a building collapse. Amidst the collapsed rubble, a burly figure landed heavily on the ground. The president of the Lions of Hades dragged his axe over. As soon as he charged forward, the killers all stepped aside, and Kratt began to charge. His speed wasn't fast, but his might was extraordinary, and his axe cut a deep ravine in the ground. That unyielding aura caused the killers of the Lions of Hades to cheer for him.
However, the next scene left the killers dumbfounded.
They saw Allen disappear from where he stood, and then appear in front of their president. Kratt seemed to be stunned as well. Then, he saw Allen raise his hand and clench his fist, smashing it into Kratt's nose. Just like that, the guild leader flew backwards with his axe in hand, crashing into the ruins of the collapsed building that was still tumbling with rocks.
Allen shook his hand and said, "I don't have time to play with you."
He pulled out the Devil's Praise.
At this moment, the ruins of the building suddenly exploded. Kratt raised his axe and swung it around, sweeping away countless rocks. With another roar, he ran towards Allen again.
Allen raised his dagger and welcomed him.
Knife versus giant axe.
That scene was as funny as it could be. Even though they knew that the current situation was not appropriate, the spectating killers couldn't help but laugh. But soon, they couldn't laugh anymore. In their eyes, the dagger in Allen's hand first shone with a bright red light. After the dazzling red light disappeared, the dagger in Allen's hand disappeared, turning into a large saber that was not much inferior to Kratt's axe.
Allen swept his saber across.
In the next moment, a sharp and penetrating howl rang out. All the killers subconsciously covered their ears with their hands. Then, they saw the axe in Kratt's hand break into two pieces, followed by a stream of blood arrows spraying out from the guild leader's waist. In the end, the row of buildings behind Kratt seemed to have been cut by an invisible blade, slipping and collapsing one after another. The splashing rocks fell onto the street with a crackling sound, producing a series of torrential sounds. The buildings within a hundred meters of the street were cleared out by Allen's saber, as if he had carved a gap in the heavy array.
Allen shouted, "What else are you fighting for? Let's go!"
When Belmore and Trisley heard this, they both smiled. Then, he forced his opponent away with a fierce attack and followed Allen across the ruins of the building, leaving Long Street 34!
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