Hubble's voice was still echoing on the battlefield, and Allen had already flashed to Comon's side. The black saber was handed out as light as a feather, and it was like a thin gauze blade that easily sank into Comon's general uniform. The major general's entire body trembled violently. The Origin Energy he used to protect his body and his tyrannical body could not block him at all. The black saber seemed to have no substance as it easily pierced into his body.
With Comon's control of his body, he instantly knew that several ribs in his body had been cut off, including an organ. The black saber was like an ice-cold snake in his body. When Allen wanted to pull the saber horizontally and cause more damage, Comon unreservedly exploded all of his Origin Energy.
Allen felt a flash of light in his eyes, and in the next moment, he was lifted into the air by the impact of the Origin Energy Explosion. The intense shock caused him to almost lose control of his Origin Energy, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The Catus who were suppressing Comon were even more seriously injured. He endured even more impacts. His mountain-like body flew backwards, and nearly a hundred wounds on his body sprayed out blood at the same time. Hubble fell to the ground, and the blood quickly gathered into a pool of blood beneath him. He couldn't get up for a moment.
"You brat! How dare you treat me like this! "Comon shouted. Just now, he did feel the crisis of death. Even against the Dark Titan, he had never felt such a feeling of life hanging by a thread. But today, he actually had such a feeling towards a brat who hadn't even reached Level 20. Just this matter itself made him feel ashamed.
The black saber was still hanging on his body, and Comon reached out to pull out the pitch-black saber. However, just as his hand touched the blade, the black saber twisted and continuously poured into his body from his wound like a liquid. Comon was shocked. Such a phenomenon was definitely not a good thing. He instinctively activated his Origin Energy, wanting to force out the foreign object that had invaded his body. However, Origin Energy rumbled in his blood vessels, but he did not feel any foreign object invading his body. It was as if the black blade had disappeared into nothingness.
Allen spat out another mouthful of blood and staggered to his feet. When Comon saw him, he immediately rushed towards him, "Bastard brat, what exactly did you do! I... "
Halfway through, Comon suddenly trembled. He staggered and almost fell to the ground. An indescribable pain made him scream. He stretched out his hand to cover the wound, and suddenly saw a layer of unnatural black aura appear on the back of his hand, and this aura surged like a living thing.
Something was in his body!
Comon was shocked. He tried to use his Origin Energy to sense it, but he couldn't feel anything. He only felt that his whole body was emitting a thick aura of death, almost like a corpse lying on the battlefield.
"How could this be?" He shouted and looked at his hands again. His arms, which should have been young and powerful, seemed to have shrunk a lot. His skin had also become pale and lusterless. His veins were like ugly worms floating on his skin. Comon wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black blood. There were pieces of internal organs in the black blood. Those were the organs that had been cut by the long blade just now.
These things fell to the ground, their surfaces wrapped in strands of black mist. Enveloped by the black gas, the color of the fragments turned from dark red to pale white, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into a pile of gray powder that scattered into the blood. Comon's pupils shrank. In that short instant, he saw the entire process from life to death!
These fragments came from his body, and there was no doubt that his body was undergoing the same changes. Comon could no longer hold onto the flower sword, and even the projection of the ancestor behind him could not be maintained. His life was quickly slipping away from him. Even the general couldn't stop the decaying fog from leading him towards death.
He never thought that the script would turn out like this. Only then did he remember to run away. What Allen, what power, at this moment, had all become unimportant. The only thing that mattered now was his life. Just as Comon turned around, his back suddenly turned cold. This coldness took away the last trace of heat in his life, and then he heard Allen's voice behind him.
"I don't remember allowing you to leave, General."
"Who needs your permission … Ah!" Comon couldn't help but scream, as if thousands of steel needles were spinning and stirring in his body. For the first time, he hated his nerves for being so sharp. If they were slower, he wouldn't have to endure this pain.
The red blade that Allen had stabbed into Comon's back was flickering with a regular light. It was as if it was some kind of signal. In the next moment, the "steel needle" in Comon's body went berserk. They scrambled to rush out of Comon's body, causing countless small bumps to appear on the surface of the general's skin. Comon hugged his head and screamed miserably. Finally, countless black lines rushed out from his mouth, nostrils, ears, and pores on the surface of his body. Every black line was a wisp of decaying mist.
The black mist was like a thread, and after leaving Comon's body, it gathered in midair. The mist continued to churn, retract, and condense. In the end, it formed a pitch-black long saber that fell from midair and stabbed into the ground beside Allen's feet.
With a thud, Comon fell to the ground. At this moment, he was no longer young. His skin was pale and wrinkled, covered in dark spots, and his hair had become sparse and white. Even those who knew Comon would not recognize that the old man on the ground was actually Comon Grant. He looked weakly at Allen and stretched out his hand. His thin, bloodless lips opened and closed like a fish on shore.
He wanted to say something, but in the end, his hand fell to the ground. Comon opened his eyes wide, but he stopped breathing forever.
After confirming that he was dead, Allen also fell to the ground. The black saber and red blade turned into a two-colored light that gathered together to form the devil's praise. But at this moment, Allen didn't even have the strength to put away the Origin Artifact. Belmord came to his side and put the dagger back into the sheath on his back. Then he inserted a stimulant into Allen's neck and the drug directly entered his blood vessels. Allen closed his eyes. After a while, he regained some strength.
"Help me up." Allen said. At this moment, his muscles were sore and painful, and blood oozed out of his wounds with a slight movement. This was his weakest time, but he still let Belmord help him to Hubble's side.
Hubble lay in the blood, unable to move even a finger. He could only barely roll his eyes and look at Allen. "I'm going to die. Come on, give me a good time. Then take my head back. Maybe you can remember a good military merit. "
"At least a fourth-grade merit." Said Allen.
"Only a fourth-grade merit! It's a loss. "The Catus looked indignant.
Allen shook his head. "I still have some medicine here. Maybe …"
'"Don't be silly, I know myself. Now that I've turned into a paste inside, my heart is about to die. Come on, don't be a sissy. At least I feel better dying at your hands. It's just … "Hubble's eyes flashed with hatred." It's just that there's no way to take revenge on Vasak! "
Allen looked at him and said, "If you have the chance, do you still want to take revenge on him?"
"Of course, but it's useless to say this now. I can't take it anymore … "
Allen nodded, "Then I know what to do." He reached behind his waist and took out the devil's praise, but it turned into a short-barreled pistol wrapped in red lines. Belmord came to a sudden realization when he saw the pistol.
"Use a gun? Alright, please aim a little and don't make me feel too uncomfortable. "
Allen raised his gun and said, "It won't hurt. You'll have to thank me later."
"What did you say?" Hubble looked at him and saw that Allen had already pressed down on the trigger. A bright red Origin Energy Bullet sprayed out from the muzzle of the gun. Immediately, the world in Hubble's eyes was illuminated by the color of the bullet. He closed his eyes and waited for death to descend.
The entire earth lit up, and a blood-colored light illuminated this space. They were everywhere, illuminating every corner that the light could reach.
After a while.
Hubble opened his eyes again. Strangely enough, he could see both eyes now. The frosty sky had never been as clear as it was at this moment. He sat up in surprise, and all the wounds on his body had healed.
"Look, I told you it wouldn't be uncomfortable." Allen looked at him with a faint smile.
Hubble jumped up and waved his fists a few times before looking at Allen in disbelief. "What did you do to me?"
"Let's talk about this when I wake up." Allen smiled and fainted irresponsibly.
Belmord looked around, carried Allen on his back, and rushed towards the forest. Arriving at the edge of the forest, he looked at the stunned Catus and shouted, "Do you still want to come?"
Hubble cursed in Catu, took back his axe, and reluctantly followed behind Belmord. They quickly disappeared into the forest. The complicated terrain of the Chaos Canyon could hide for half a day anywhere.
Not long after they left, the sound of an engine rang out. On the battlefield, a few rays of light appeared in the empty sky. As the light flowed, a dark starship lifted its stealth mode and appeared in the air. The starship landed on the ground, the cabin door opened, and a figure flashed to the ground. Sunlight shone on two different colored ponytails, Catherine scanned the surroundings, and finally her gaze landed on Comon's body.
But when she saw Comon's corpse, she wasn't sure what she was thinking. She squatted down and found the silver flower sword again. Only then did she confirm that the old man's corpse in front of her was actually Comon.
"How could this be?" Catherine flipped his body over, but she did not find any fatal injuries. She only found a thin wound on the side of his waist. Obviously, such an injury was not enough to kill a major general of the Federation.
If it weren't for the fact that the wound was so thin, Catherine would have thought that he had been killed by Allen. However, thinking of Allen's heavy saber, no matter how superb his blood concealment was, he would not be able to open such a small wound. That was no longer against the nature of things, but simply unreasonable.
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