Allen had just arrived in the morning and had already gone to the training ground to practice his saber in the afternoon.
As he brandished his saber, the contents of his secret conversation with Horn naturally flowed through his mind one by one.
Horn mentioned a few things to him.
One was that Old Baker was already dead, and his kingdom had been completely taken over. Although there were inevitable losses, the benefits outweighed the disadvantages in the end. The second was the future crisis of the clan. Under the intentional push of the President, Bescot was too sharp. However, Horn also had countermeasures. Planet Cloud Iron was a hot potato. Even if Horn refused, the Federation would probably not take it back. He simply gave half of the benefits to his biggest ally, the Williams, and then distributed Planet Cloud Iron to other capable clans in the form of bidding, in order to disperse some of the potential dangers of Bescot.
Even so, this method still did not cure the root cause. Horn also made it clear that this move was only to delay the chaos of the nobles later. In the end, the source was Mobius. Buried deeper in the Federation, even if they killed a Mobius, there would still be a new president who would attack the nobles. Now that the Federation was strong, it was normal for them to not be able to see the nobles controlling a large amount of resources.
Allen's heart was depressed. How could a race that was still scheming against each other face a powerful enemy like Agares?
Horn also mentioned something else to him, which was related to Allen. Horn told him to go to a small town called Van der Sie on the surface as soon as possible to retrieve the broken saber in Baventer's hand. After that, he would leave this place as soon as possible and return to Planet Heaven to fight for his own world.
All of this flashed through his mind. Allen's saber was faster and faster, and the blade even faintly glowed with dark red flames. The temperature of the space around him was even more frightening, like a furnace.
Allen was completely unaware.
The Void Skyfire within his body burned fiercely, and the long saber in his hand danced fiercely. After swinging his saber for an unknown number of times, Allen ended with a simple straight slash. The blade pressed out a line of heavenly fire, charging like a dragon, leaving behind a straight black line on the ground. Then, green smoke rose. The ordinary practice knife in his hand melted into molten metal. Allen shook his head helplessly. Right now, his Origin Energy was no longer something an ordinary weapon could withstand. Even if the Void Heavenly Flame only had a trace of essence, it wouldn't take long for an ordinary sword to melt into juice after being infused with it.
He had already tried it on Adahua Planet. Now, only the Abyss Devil praised this Origin Tool for being able to carry his Origin Energy unscathed, but he couldn't always use it to defend against enemies. At the end of the day, Allen wasn't even prepared to reveal the Origin Tool to the world. So now, the Broken Blade Qianjun that Horn had sent to the surface had become Allen's only choice. Qianjun took the meteorite iron from space, plus the Heart of the Fire God. Even if he couldn't forge a weapon that could be called a famous saber, it should be enough to bear the power of the Heavenly Void Flame.
He sighed. Originally, he was secretly happy that he had obtained so many benefits for the family. Who would have thought that there would be such great danger beneath that glory? Bescot was definitely a colossus now, and even the three great clans didn't dare to underestimate him. However, if the opponent was the entire Federation, Allen didn't even need to think to know that he wasn't an opponent on the same level.
It was normal for Mobius to let the nobles fall into internal strife so that he could take over the resources controlled by the nobles. If he didn't have such ambitions and ideas, then he wouldn't be a qualified politician. Allen could understand, but he couldn't accept it, especially since he had just helped the Federation resolve a great crisis. Not long after, Mobius turned around and set up a trap for Bescot. How could Allen not be angry?
However, just as Horn had said, in this situation, he could only pretend to be courteous to the Federation before he completely tore apart his face. As wise as that old man was, he could only say, "Take one step at a time." In fact, the layout of this game of chess was so large that it had already exceeded Horn's control. This legendary man could only start anew for the sake of his family's future.
In there, Allen's development on Planet Heaven would be a crucial step. Horn didn't say it explicitly, but he hinted that if there was a day when things couldn't be done, Bescot would at least have a way out of Planet Heaven. Of course, the premise was that Allen could become an overlord on that planet, so that he could protect the entire clan.
Can I do it? Allen asked himself.
A ray of light flashed in front of his eyes, and the severed finger in the snow was vivid in his eyes.
I can do it!
The next day, Allen brought Lucy to Freedom Harbor. He planned to take a public airship to District 8 so that he could go to Van der Sie Town to find the blacksmith Baventer. There were still two months before the new death arena was held, and the number of airships coming and going from Statue of Liberty Harbor to the ground was much more frequent than usual. However, due to the Gate of Freedom, this year's death arena was not as grand as before. In order to gather 22 contestants, the Federation broke the previous practice of having only one contestant per district, allowing two or even more contestants to participate.
As Allen and the other two waited in the lounge for the airship to set sail, the big screens in the hall spared no effort in promoting the death arena.
"So many years have passed in the blink of an eye." Lucy leaned on Allen's shoulder and looked at the slightly childish faces on the screen. "Who do you think will win this year?"
"Like you, I only returned to Babylon yesterday. How would I know so clearly?" Ellen flicked her forehead and looked at the screen. "I used to say that the death arena was a way to ease the conflict between the surface and the floating island, but now it seems to me that it's more like a reminder of the luxury life on the floating island for the people on the surface. How is this easing the conflict? It's more like intensifying it. "
"After all, there's only one winner." Lucy crossed her ten slender fingers and blinked, "This is, after all, a tradition left behind by your Federation."
Allen thought of Mobius and said calmly, "Traditions are meant to be broken."
Only then did he think of His Excellency the President. The screen changed and Mobius's election advertisement played.
Allen closed his eyes. Out of sight, out of mind.
Suddenly, he felt something and opened his eyes. He saw a figure suddenly sitting beside him. Sitting beside him was a young man with a lazy smile on his face. His golden hair, which was as bright as the sun, almost dazzled Allen's eyes. The young man, who was chewing something in his mouth, wrapped his hand around Allen's neck and said, "That's your fault, brother. It's not easy to come back. If you don't meet your old friends, where are you going to play? "
Allen shook his head and pushed him away with one hand. "I'm not going to play, Young Master Leon."
Leon had a look of disbelief on his face. He blinked at Lucy with a cheeky smile and said, "You've brought His Highness Lucy with you. Are you going to fight on the surface? I heard that Old Baker has been taken care of by Mr. Horn. You don't have any enemies on the surface for the time being, do you? "
He patted his forehead again and said, "Oh, right. That old brat Maine attacked you openly in the Garden of Eden. Are you looking for trouble with him? Then bring me along. I promise I'll make him vomit three liters of blood. "
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