Torre\'s blood and energy surged, and his arm was numb from the recoil from the explosion of Lanchi\'s Origin Energy Sniper Bullet. /His heart jumped twice, and what he inhaled into his nostrils seemed to be not air, but flames. Torre felt his mouth and nose dry, knowing that it was a sign that his Origin Energy was about to run out.
He landed on the ground.
At this moment, the soles of his feet rose. He looked down in shock and saw a flaming moon rising from the ground, sticking straight to his heels!
First, he was forced to jump up by Shawton and the soldiers\ 'firepower net. In the special environment of midair where he was unable to move, he was forced to fight head-on against Lanchi\'s sniper bullets. Torre was currently at his weakest. How could Allen let go of such a good opportunity? He circulated his remaining Origin Energy and drew his fanged blade, slashing out an orange flame crescent moon to take Torre.
Torre cursed helplessly in his heart. He barely managed to circulate his sore and painful wrist, and the sword pressed down, colliding with Flaming Moon.
Flaming Moon exploded a bit faster than he had imagined. The shockwave caused Torre to cough out blood with a muffled groan, and he flew out with his sword. Torre was not shocked, but happy. He only needed to land on the ground to escape through the night and the mountains.
Flowing flames flew everywhere in midair, and a cold light flickered within the flying flames.
A ball of flames suddenly exploded in Torre\'s eyes. After the flames, a sharp howl came. The saber qi was oppressive, and something flashed towards him.
This was Allen\'s true killing!
Unfortunately, it was already too late to understand this. Torre\'s chest turned cold as he watched a dagger pierce through the air and stab deeply into his heart. The astonishing energy carried by the dagger shattered his fragile protective Origin Energy, sending the coldness of death into his heart/organs. Torre felt the last trace of Origin Energy in his body being sucked away by something, and then his entire body became light.
After the starry sky above his head circled for a while, everything returned to darkness.
With a thud, his corpse, which was still warm, fell to the ground. The devil\'s praise stabbed deeply into his chest, continuing to taste the blood essence in his ventricle.
Shawton\'s knees softened and he knelt on the ground, gasping for breath.
A Level-15 Sealer had finally died in the hands of their combined forces.
After a while, Allen recovered some strength and walked over to pull the Demon Praise out of Torre's corpse. Only a pitiful amount of blood mist sprayed out from the wound. As for Torre's blood essence, it was half sucked away by the devil's praise. Although it could not compare to the King Snake's Blood, it made up for the consumption of the Blood Blade Burial last time.
"Let's go." Allen said in a slightly hoarse voice. He had consumed too much Origin Energy, and now his mouth was dry and his tongue was irritated. He just wanted to fall to the ground and sleep for a while.
Of course, that was not the case.
When the team left the hill, a ray of white light gradually appeared on the eastern horizon.
Before the sky was completely bright, a person appeared beside Torre's corpse. A sword light fell, and Tuo Lei's head was chopped off. That person held his head and didn't leave.
It was already night when they returned to the rendezvous point by Swan Lake. The military truck was still parked by the lake. The difference was that there was an extra Windsor Bellow beside the truck. Seeing Allen and the others return to the camp with tired faces, the female marshal crossed her arms around her chest and said, "Look at you. You just killed an armed bandit and you\'re in such a sorry state. Don\'t say that you\'re the soldiers and students that I, Windsor Bellow, brought out."
Allen smiled bitterly when he heard this.
Windsor Bellow finally revealed a smile, "But I still have to congratulate you. You\'ve completed your mission. Especially you, Allen. Well done. With your outstanding performance in this examination, you are fully qualified to be my student. "
Hearing this, Lancey and Shawton winked at the soldiers. Seven or eight soldiers immediately stepped forward and lifted Allen up and threw him high into the air. Allen used his strength to win the approval of the soldiers. Now that he was able to pass the test smoothly, the soldiers were naturally happy for him. Hearing the cheers of the soldiers, Windsor Bellow also smiled. But at this moment, a voice interrupted, "No, I\'m the real victor!"
It was Weber\'s voice.
Weber returned to the camp with four or five soldiers. He looked proudly at Allen and the others with the expression of a victor. Respectfully walking to Windsor Bellow\'s side, Weber raised something high and said, "Look, teacher, this is proof."
It was Torre\'s head!
The soldiers put Allen down, and Lancey and Shawton frowned. Seeing the head in Weber\'s hand, Shawton coughed dryly and said, "Marshal, we can prove it. This bandit leader was indeed killed by Young Master Allen. "
"Are you questioning me for stealing Allen\'s credit?" Weber looked at Shawton and shouted sternly.
This damned junior sergeant actually dared to jump up and stop me. It\'s unforgivable! A voice roared in Weber\'s heart.
Allen didn\'t say anything. He just looked coldly at Weber. He didn\'t expect the young master of the Van Weeny family to be so shameless!
Shawton looked at him without fear of Weber and said, "Yes, I can clearly say that we worked together and spent a lot of effort to stop and kill this Level-15 sealer."
"I can testify to that," Lancey stepped forward.
The rest of the soldiers also stepped forward to testify, and everyone looked angrily at Weber. Weber only felt that his face was burning, but now he couldn\'t back down. After the battle in the stronghold ended, Weber led the remaining people into the stronghold and killed many of the remaining soldiers. After that, Weber heard the sound of Allen\'s men fighting Torre and followed the sound.
By the time he arrived, Allen and the others\ 'battle was already over. Seeing that Allen had killed Torre, Weber was extremely jealous. Killing the enemy leader was enough for Allen to pass the assessment smoothly. Moreover, they had caused a ruckus in the stronghold and killed many personal guards and enemy soldiers. Weber didn\'t pay attention at the time, so he was naturally unwilling to lose the election.
In the end, Torre\'s corpse reminded him that although Allen had killed the enemy leader, he had no evidence! Weber immediately cut off Torre\'s head, and thus there was the false claim of military merit.
However, he didn\'t expect that Allen hadn\'t killed Torre alone. With Lancey and the others as witnesses, no matter how thick-skinned Weber was, he felt like he was slapping himself in the face. Suddenly, a cold gaze fell on Weber, and he was shocked. Turning around, he saw Windsor Bellow\'s golden eyes that flickered with an icy light. The female marshal snorted coldly, "Young Master Weber, are you challenging my intelligence? As an invigilator, would I not confirm the results before announcing them? Take Torre for example. His fatal wound was on his chest. Judging from the shape of the wound, it should have been caused by a dagger-like weapon. Furthermore, there were many knife wounds on the corpse. But if I remember correctly, you should be using a sword, right? "
Weber\'s heart sank when he heard this.
"So now, go back to the tent and sleep. I don\'t need a smart-aleck idiot like you among my students. "
Amidst the laughter of the soldiers, Weber left dejectedly. If it was in the past, he would never have done such a stupid thing. It was all because there was too much evidence left on Torre\'s body. Anyone with a little experience could tell that Torre had died at the hands of Allen, let alone an expert like Windsor Bellow. It was a pity that Weber was eager to win, so he made such a low-level mistake and made a joke of himself.
But no matter what, Windsor Bellow\'s assessment was finally over, and Allen had personally admitted it. From that moment onwards, he was a direct disciple of Marshal Greed, and it was only a matter of announcing it in Babylon.
Everyone would stay on the shore of Swan Lake for the night and return to Babylon the next day.
After dinner, Allen, who had recovered half of his strength, crawled out of the tent and saw Windsor Bellow standing on the floating ice in the lake. The moon emerged from behind the clouds and shone its light on the ground, illuminating the entire ice lake. As soon as Allen stepped on the floating ice on the lake, he heard a cracking sound and a large hole appeared in the ice.
"Don\'t come over. Although the lake is frozen, the ice is not thick. If you aren\'t careful, you will fall down. "Windsor Bellow tapped her toes lightly, and she didn\'t see how she sprinted, but she returned to the shore in an instant.
Looking at her walking with her hands behind her back, it was as if space and distance had been completely ignored under her feet. Just this hand alone was enough to show how terrifying a top expert was. If Allen bumped into such a person, he wouldn\'t even know how the other party moved, let alone defend against the enemy.
"What\'s the matter?" Windsor Bellow stood in front of Allen.
She was tall, and Allen could not be considered short among her peers, but she only reached Windsor Bellow\'s chest. Looking at the two peaks that were about to burst the military uniform, Allen\'s heartbeat quickened. He hurriedly raised his head and averted his gaze. However, when it landed on Windsor Bellow\'s flawless face, which was as flawless as a goddess\'s first appearance, her heart/dirty heart beat even faster.
Windsor Bellow\'s hat was buckled diagonally, and her reddish-purple hair gently fluttered in the night breeze. It reached her back, and the luster flowed like a dense purple mist. The golden pupils in his eyes shone with a sacred and dignified light. On her, one could see the creator\'s preference. That eyebrow, that eye, and even a beauty mole under the corner of his eye, all had a different kind of charm. It was precisely them that interweaved the beauty that belonged only to Windsor Bellow.
Beauty itself is also an invisible pressure.
Allen couldn\'t help but take two steps back before saying, "Teacher, I can\'t go back to Babylon with you tomorrow."
"Why?"
"I still have some private matters to attend to in the third district. I need to find someone." Allen said simply, "I heard that he knows my father."
Windsor Bellow said "Oh". She knew Allen\'s background very well, so she said, "The third district is not small. Do you know where he is?"
"Black Iron Town, but I really don\'t know where this town is." Allen smiled embarrassedly.
"This is simple. I\'ll ask the garrison to send an officer to accompany you tomorrow. After that, you can take the transportation airship back. Of course, I won\'t reimburse you for the fare. "Windsor Bellow said.
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