This is a good opportunity for your Demonic Crow Feather.
Help me get rid of this person, and this territory can accept your existence in the future. Your job opportunities will increase greatly. How about it, think about it?
It's just a Level 18 Sir. Can't you take him down with the strength of the Demonic Crow?
Those words flowed in George's heart. They were like silk streams, eventually converging into a pool of water that made him sink. Until the moment before the operation began, he didn't feel that this task was very troublesome. Just as that person said, with the strength of the Demonic Crow, eating a Level 18 Sir was not a piece of cake, but it was not difficult to swallow either.
Only now did he know that it was simply a ball of flames that could not be eaten. Because if you force yourself to eat it, you will only be blown to pieces.
It was another two Cloud Crows, but they were smaller. Their purpose was not to kill, but to detonate the shadows formed by the flames. The last remaining fire shadow was blown up by George's crazy Misty Feather. After the explosion, the fog on the street was swept away. The air here was hot and dry, like a desert under the raging sun. Georgie felt his face twitching, and the muscles on his face were a little out of control, so they formed a hysterical smile.
The smoke from the explosion was blown away, and George saw two charred corpses. They were the two brothers, Cade and Kager. Then he saw Allen. Allen had two knives in his hands. One was long and the other was short. The long blade was as black as ink, and the ink was so thick that it seemed like it was about to drip off the blade. However, the hilt was wrapped with a white cloth strip, and the contrast with the blade was so strong that it was dazzling. The short one was held in Allen's palm, and the blade that extended from his palm was short and narrow. The tip of the blade was thin and sharp, like a bayonet. The blade was blood-red, as if it had just been pulled out of a human body, and the blade was still sticky with warm blood.
Black and red, long and short. It was simple and deep, but it brought with it an aura of death.
The black blade was nailed to Elaine Fli's chest. The woman who was usually full of explosive power was now like a lazy cat curled up in a ball on a winter day. Her smooth arm was still holding onto Allen's trousers, but she was sitting on the ground with her body curled up. The black knife had pierced through her chest. One end was in Allen's hand, and the other end was dripping with dark red blood.
It was a woman's blood.
She approached Allen silently, but her stealth ability was broken by the heat generated by the explosion of Hokage. When she saw Allen's fiery eyes looking at her with a smile, all Elaine could do was to muster all her strength and thrust the poisoned dagger in her hand towards Allen's heart as quickly as possible.
But the black knife was like a poisonous snake, and it was one step faster than her into her body, and then everything was over. She didn't even know when the dagger in Allen's hand had turned into two sabers of different lengths and colors.
Of course, she didn't know that it was the Death Hymn, the devil's posture of praising the third stage of awakening. The black saber was long and thin while the red saber was short and sharp. There were almost no unnecessary decorations on their bodies. They were simple in style, intense in color, and pure to the extreme. It was another kind of beauty.
Allen pulled the black saber out of Elaine Fli's chest. It was as light as air, passing through the woman's muscles, bones, and nerves without any hindrance during the entire process. Without the support of the saber, the lifeless corpse fell to the ground. In the light of the remaining flames on the ground, Elaine Fli's skin became dry and loose, as if she had aged decades in the blink of an eye.
And her life force, her blood energy, and essence, poured into the black blade like a tide at the moment of death. The devil had a full meal.
Allen looked at George. This was the last killer. Level 20 wasn't bad, but that was all there was to it. George, who was level 20, couldn't even be considered a threat to the current Allen.
Even though he was only level 19.
"Kill him … kill him!" George shouted, his pupils dilating because of fear. He stretched out his hand and pointed at Allen, but he quickly retreated. In his retreating line of sight, figures continuously jumped down from the buildings on the left and right. The twenty killers arranged on the street surged towards Allen like a tide. Their graceful figures quickly covered Allen.
However, he was quickly enveloped by a fog.
In the black, deep fog, strands of red light flashed from time to time. The fog spread and spread, drowning and devouring all the killers of the Demonic Crow Feather. The fog was churning, and the screams of the killers could be heard from inside. George didn't know what these well-trained killers had encountered or seen to make them cry out in fear.
The world was still going backwards.
The churning fog chased after him like a nightmare. From the dense fog that was constantly spreading, a killer suddenly rushed out. He stretched out his hand towards George, like a drowning man trying to grab a life-saving piece of wood. His eyes were filled with eager anticipation, and the fog was chasing after him. Soon, black fog that flickered with red light entangled him again. The rolling air currents were like the hands of a devil that pulled at the killer.
George could clearly see that the skin on the killer's face quickly lost its luster. It became loose, withered, and had dark spots floating on it. It was as if time had been stolen in an instant, and the killer had aged several decades in an instant. His originally dense hair quickly withered and fell, like an old tree that had lost all its leaves in late autumn, and his body exuded the aura of old age.
In the end, he was still dragged into the fog.
The fog spread and occupied every corner of George's field of vision. By the time he reacted, he was already enveloped by the fog. The omnipresent aura crawled all over his body like thousands of ants and tried to drill into his body. George shouted and constantly flicked out mist feathers. They tried to blast away the fog of death, but all their efforts were in vain.
George shouted hysterically, "What the hell are these things!"
"Decaying Fog …" Allen's voice came from the depths of the fog.
George followed the voice and saw a faint blush in the deep fog, followed by Allen's figure. Allen walked out of the fog, his figure faintly discernible in the fog. The long black saber in his hand was gone, and the remaining red saber was flowing with a layer of blood-like luster from time to time. Allen walked to George's side and squatted down, looking at the man who had completely lost his sense of propriety. "They cause all things to decay and condense the long time of death into a snap of a finger. This is the domain of Death. "
"Death's domain?" George raised his hand and instinctively pushed Allen away. Suddenly, he saw that the back of his hand was covered in wrinkles at some point. Blood vessels floated like green earthworms, and there were yellow patches on them. "No, no, no! Oh, no. It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this … "
The battle on the street finally attracted the attention of the city guards. When a group of soldiers arrived, the fog that caused all things to decay was shrinking. They tumbled violently, gathered, and finally gathered in Allen's palm, forming the long and thin black saber again. Allen held the black and red sabers just like that, and there were corpses lying at his feet and behind him.
Without exception, these corpses were all old men in their seventies or eighties.
George wasn't dead yet, but his face was wrinkled like the bark of a tree. He sat on the ground in a daze, as if he didn't know why Allen had let him go. Allen bent down and whispered in his ear, "Go tell Rackett that if he continues to provoke me. In that case, you are his future. "
After saying that, he straightened up and Allen passed by him. George heard the soldier ask, "Sir Allen, are you alright?"
"Nothing, I just casually took care of a few annoying bugs." Allen's voice did not sound angry at all.
That kind of indifference made George's heart freeze.
The next day, sharp whistles could be heard from time to time throughout Ark Harbor. Lucy leaned against the window and complained to Allen, who was sitting on the sand and reading a thick book, "It's so noisy. When will they stop?"
"I didn't know Earl Gills' reaction would be so intense." Allen spread out his hands with an innocent expression.
This morning, he learned that Allen had been attacked last night. Earl Gills' reaction could be described as rage. First, the guards, captains, and their superiors on duty last night were all dismissed. Several officers were thrown into prison on the grounds that Earl Gills' closest ally had been attacked because of their negligence, and that it had been born under their noses.
Following Gills' request for a thorough investigation, the Blood Eye Mercenary Group, who was responsible for the safety of Ark Harbor, received the highest level of execution. So groups of guards rushed into several docks, hotels, bars. All who had questions were taken back for questioning, and the whistles had not ceased since morning.
This noise lasted for three days.
On the morning of the fourth day, Allen boarded the Sea Dragon, a merchant ship heading for Purple Roland Harbor. There were only a few people who returned to Storm City with him this time. Apart from Lucy and Adele, there were only Regis and Belmore. Others, such as Roy, Broy, and the others, had duties and stayed in Dawn Castle and several important cities in the Bauhinia Territory.
At nine o 'clock, the merchant ship retracted its anchor and left the pier in the mountain. Allen held onto the guardrail of the ship and stood on the deck, looking at Ark Harbor.
"Unwilling to leave?" Lucy, who was beside him, pulled out her hair that was blown away by the sea breeze and looked at Allen.
"How could that be?" Allen laughed, "We will come back, but everything will be different when we come back."
At this moment, a sudden bell sound came from the direction of Ark Harbor. The low, long bell echoed in the city and drifted to the sea. Hearing the bell, the people on the ship stopped whatever they were doing. Everyone paid close attention to the frequency of the bell, and in the end, it turned into a silent sigh.
Allen also sighed softly and bowed deeply in the direction of the city.
It was a death bell. Since it rang like this, it could only mean one thing.
Earl Oban had died!
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