Chapter 558: Night of Death

This is a good opportunity for you Demon Crow Feathers.

Help me get rid of this person, and this territory can accept your existence in the future. Your job opportunities will greatly increase, how about it, think about it?

It's just an 18th-level knight. Could it be that you can't take it down with the strength of your magic crows?

Those words flowed in George's heart. They were like thin streams of silk, eventually converging into a pool of water that made him sink. Until the moment before the operation started, he didn't think this task was too troublesome. Just like what that person said, with the strength of the magic crow, eating an 18th-level Jazz is not a side dish, but it is not hard to swallow either.

And only now did he know that it was simply an unbearable flame. Because if you try to eat it, you will only get fried to pieces.

There are two fog crows again, but they are smaller. The purpose is not to kill people, but to detonate those shadows formed by flames. The last Hokage was left, and it was blown away by George's crazily shot Yuyu. After the explosion, the streets were cleared of fog. The air here is hot and dry, like a desert under the scorching sun. Georgie felt his face twitch, the muscles in his face were a little out of control, and they formed a hysterical grin.

The smoke from the explosion was blown away, and George saw the charred bodies of two brothers, Cade and Kage. Then he saw Alan, who had two more knives in his hand. One is long and the other is short, the long blade is as black as ink, and the ink is so rich that it seems to be dripping from the blade, but the handle is wrapped with white cloth strips, which contrasts so strongly with the blade that it is dazzling; the short one Allen held it in his backhand, and the knife extending from his palm was short and narrow, with a thin and pointed tip, like a bayonet. The body of the knife was blood red, as if it had just been pulled out of the human body, and the body of the knife was still covered with warm blood.

Black and red, long and short. It is concise and deep, but what it brings is the breath of death.

The black blade was pinning on Elaine Fuli's chest. The normally explosive woman was now like a cat curled up lazily in a winter's day. Her clean arm was still holding Allen's trousers, but she sat down on the ground with her body curled up. The black knife pierced her chest, one end was held in Alan's hand, and the other end was dripping with bright red blood.

It was a woman's blood.

She approached Allen silently, but the thermal energy formed by Hokage's explosion destroyed her stealth ability. When she saw Alan cast a smiling gaze from his burning eyes like flames, all Elaine Friedley could do was to use all her strength to let the poisoned dagger in her hand run as fast as possible. Stab Allen's heart.

But the black knife, like a poisonous snake, got into her body one step faster than her, and everything was over. She didn't even know when the dagger in Alan's hand turned into two knives of different lengths and colors.

Of course she wouldn't know, that was the Hymn of Death, the devil's gesture of praising the third level of awakening. The black knife is long and thin, and the red knife is short and sharp. There are almost no redundant decorations on them, the style is simple, the color is strong, and the purity is to the extreme, which is another kind of beauty.

Allen pulled the black knife out of Elaine Fuli's chest. It was as light as air, and it passed through the woman's muscles, bones, and nerves without any hindrance in the whole process. Without the support of the blade, the lifeless corpse fell limply to the ground. In the lingering flames of the surrounding ground, Elaine Fuli's skin became dry and loose, as if she had aged several decades in an instant.

At the moment of death, her vitality and the essence of her blood flowed into the black blade like a tide, and the devil praised him for a feast.

Allen looked at George, this was the last killer. Level 20, not bad skill, but that's it. George, who is at level 20, is not even a threat to Allen now.

Although he is only nineteen.

"Kill him...kill him!" George yelled, his pupils dilated with fear. He pointed at Allen, but he backed away quickly. In the backward sight, the buildings on the left and right kept jumping down, and the twenty killers arranged in the street rushed towards Allen like a tide, and their shadowy figures quickly covered Allen.

But it was soon shrouded in mist.

In the black, deep fog, wisps of red light flashed from time to time. This cloud of mist spread and spread, drowning and devouring all the killers of the Devil's Feather. The fog was churning, and the screams of the killers continued to come from inside. These well-trained killers, George didn't know what they encountered or saw, so they made these terrified cries.

The world is still going backwards.

The turbulent fog chased up like a nightmare, and a killer rushed out from the ever-spreading thick fog. He stretched out his hand to George, like a drowning man trying to catch a life-saving log. Those eyes were full of eager anticipation, and the mist was chasing him from behind. Soon, strands of black mist flickering with red light entangled him again. Those rolling air currents held the killer like a devil's hand.

George clearly saw that the skin on the killer's face lost its luster quickly. They became loose, withered and yellow, and dark spots appeared one by one. As if years were stolen in an instant, the killer suddenly aged several decades. The originally thick hair withered, turned yellow, and fell off quickly, like an old tree that has lost all its leaves in late autumn, and it exuded an old breath.

He was eventually dragged into the fog.

The fog spread, occupying every corner of George's field of vision. By the time he reacted, he was already shrouded in fog. Those ubiquitous auras crawled over his body like thousands of insects and ants, trying to penetrate into his body. George yelled, and the mist plumes kept popping up. They tried to blast away the death-calling fog, but all their efforts were in vain.

George cried hysterically, "What the hell are these things!"

"Fog of decay..." Allen's voice came from the depths of the fog.

George followed the sound, and a faint blush appeared in the deep fog, followed by Alan's figure. Allen came from the fog, his figure looming in the fog. The black long knife in his hand disappeared, and the remaining red short knife had a layer of blood-like luster from time to time. Allen walked to George's side, squatted down, and looked at the man who had completely lost his sense of proportion: "They decay everything, and condense the long time of death into a snap of a finger. This is the domain of death."

"Reaper's domain?" George raised his hand, instinctively trying to push Alan away. Suddenly saw the back of his own hand, and at some point, the skin was covered with wrinkles. The blood vessels floated up like blue earthworms, and there were yellow spots 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 defense team. When a group of soldiers arrived, the mist that corrupted everything was shrinking. They rolled violently, gathered, and finally gathered in Allen's palm, reconstituting the long and thin black knife. Allen was just holding a pair of black and red knives, and there were corpses lying under his feet and behind him.

Without exception, these corpses are all elderly people in their seventies or eighties.

George wasn't dead yet, but his face was as wrinkled as bark. He sat on the ground blankly, as if he didn't know why Allen let him go. Allen bent down and whispered in his ear: "Go and tell Reckerd, if he continues to provoke me. Then you are the portrayal of his future."

After speaking, he straightened up, and Allen passed by him. George heard the soldier asking, "Sir Allan, are you all right?"

"It's nothing, I just took care of a few annoying bugs." Allen's voice didn't sound angry.

That kind of indifference made George feel cold.

The next day, the sharp sound of the whistle could be heard from time to time throughout the Ark Harbor. Lucy was lying on the window, complaining to Allen who was sitting on the sofa behind and reading a thick book: "It's so noisy, when will they stop."

"I didn't know Earl Giles' reaction would be so intense." Allen spread his hands with an innocent face.

This morning, after learning that Alan was attacked last night. The Earl of Gilles' reaction can be described as outraged. First of all, the guards, captains and their superiors who were on duty last night were all dismissed. Several officers were thrown in prison for their negligence, and the Earl of Giles' closest ally was attacked, under their noses.

Following Gilles' request for a thorough investigation, the blood pupil mercenary group responsible for the security of the Ark Harbor received the highest level of execution standards. So a team of guards rushed into several piers, various hotels and bars. Anyone who had any problems was taken back for interrogation. Since the morning, the sound of the whistle has not stopped.

This uproar lasted three days.

On the morning of the fourth day, Allen boarded the Sea Dragon, a merchant ship bound for Violet Harbor. This time, there were only a few people who returned to Storm City with him, except for Lucy and Adele, only Regis and Belmode. Others, such as Roy and Broy, had responsibilities and stayed in Dawn Castle and several important cities in the Bauhinia collar.

At nine o'clock, the merchant ship anchored and departed from the pier in the mountains. Allen held the railing of the ship's side with his hands, and stood on the deck looking at the Ark Harbor.

"Reluctant to leave?" Lucy next to her pulled her hair blown away by the sea breeze and looked at Allen.

"How could it be." Allen laughed: "We will come back, but when we come back, everything will be different."

At this moment, an abrupt bell sounded suddenly from the direction of Ark Harbor. The low, long bell echoed in the city and floated to the sea. At the sound of the bell, all the people on board stopped whatever they were doing. People pay attention to the frequency of the bell, and finally it turns into a silent sigh.

Allen also sighed lightly, and bowed deeply in the direction of the city.

It was the death knell, and since such a bell was sounded, it could only mean one thing.

Count Aubain is dead!

The story will continue, but there is no longer the man who wants to revive the family.

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