Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 16: Under Babylon

Space itself was a great force.

Alan got off the transport airship and stood in the open harbor square. He deeply understood this point. Heavily armed soldiers maintained order around the square, and behind their human walls were spectating Babylonians. These noble citizens, who lived on the floating island, looked eagerly at the children who had come down from the receiving airship and cheered at them.

The largest port on Babylon today is open to participants in the death arena alone, with a total of 22 pilot ships arriving at the Statue of Liberty. Allen saw twenty or so boys and girls of his age descend from their airships. Like Allen, most of them were stunned by the scene in front of them and stayed where they were for a moment.

One or two youths smiled and waved to the nobles of Babylon, and some even blew kisses, and the cheers grew louder.

At this moment, a huge shadow appeared on the ground of the plaza. Alan looked up and saw that it was an airship. Beneath the streamlined hull was a rectangular metal pod. There was a large screen on each side of the pod, showing the welcome screen of the Goddess Harbor Square.

"It's a live broadcast produced by the organizing committee of the Death Arena. Don't bother with them. They do the same thing every time. There's really no creativity at all." "Come on, baby. Time waits for no one." Tonislaw pushed Alan.

At the exit of the plaza, there were all land vehicles parked. They are also Magic Cube energy-powered tools, powered by anti-gravity engines. It looked a little like a giant dragonfly, with a streamlined main body and a stable support bar behind it. The baffles and steering blades formed a rudder-like structure behind the support bar, which could be used to change direction.

Each overland vehicle has only two seats and is provided for pick-ups and competitors to travel to designated training bases for final training for a month. Tonislaw took Ellen to one of the flying cars with the number "13". Ellen was going to sit down, but the second lieutenant asked him to stand. "You have to stand so they can see you clearly." Listen, honey, the game doesn't start until a month later. But in fact, the competition between you and the other kids has begun. Believe me, you have to do your best. The more people like you, the more advantageous you will be. "

Stabilizing ailerons extended from both sides of the locomotive, and the power unit at the bottom started to operate. Under the action of the anti-gravity engine, the locomotive floated steadily, stopped 20 centimeters from the ground, turned around, and left the port exit in an orderly manner.

The convoy followed the route designated by the organizers, and the steam airship followed them throughout the flight. On the big screen appeared two hosts, one male and one female, who introduced Babylonian residents to teenagers from various districts in humorous tones. Along the way, the youths on the road were welcomed by the noble people of the floating island.

They cheered and shouted loudly, pointing at the young man who was passing by and criticizing him.

Although Tonislaw wanted Alan to smile, he could not laugh. After the initial shock, he found that the residents of Babylon were in high spirits, but Allen could not see any friendliness in their eyes. These people looked at themselves as if they were looking at a rare animal. Perhaps to these noble people, they and others are like jugglers on the stage, and they are spectators ready to enjoy a grand performance.

That's right, audience! They stood here to welcome the surface teenagers who had come to the floating island just to watch the show in advance. As for the life and death of the tools, they wouldn't care about it. Perhaps dying a cat or a dog would make them feel heartache for a while. As for the untouchables on the surface, they couldn't even compare to their pets.

Looking at Alan's expressionless expression, Tonislaw sighed.

At this time, on the airship in the sky, the host said, "Lucen from Area 12 is such a bad-tempered kid. I hope he performs better in the future. Alright, let's see the contestants from Area 13. Well, his name is Allen Oh, my God. What a special kid he is."

On the big screen, Alan's image appeared. In the picture, Alan was standing on the road. There was not a trace of a smile on his face. His lips were tightly pursed, and there was even a trace of anger in his eyes. However, the Babylonian inhabitants couldn't help but exclaim in admiration at the decent clothing, handsome facial features, and the unique silver hair.

The host then said, "I believe everyone has seen it, our dear Alan." Heavens, if the information on hand did not indicate that he came from District 13, I would not believe that this youth came from the surface even if I was beaten to death. I would rather believe that he is a young master from a high-class noble. Look at his temperament and his noble hair color. Do you believe me? He actually came from the surface? "

As soon as he finished speaking, the noble people on both sides of the highway shouted.

"How is that possible? Are you all mistaken? How could such a beautiful youth come from a place filled with rubbish on the surface?"

"Heavens, could this be some young master who accidentally fell to the surface?"

"The organizing committee should investigate thoroughly. The untouchables on the surface can't have such a noble temperament!"

In these loud discussions, there were even young women screaming, "I love you, Ellen."

On the road, Alan's expression became even uglier. The youth whispered, "They are really noisy."

"The louder they are, the better for you, baby," Tonislaw laughed.

On the airship, the host added, "Everyone, our little Ellen has a special story to tell." You know, the number on his body should have belonged to a little fatty named Beth. But the fatty's father asked Ellen to replace his son and handed our little Ellen over. Of course, the father and son had already received the punishment they deserved. However, after Lieutenant Ron discovered this, he had given Alan a chance. He could have chosen to quit, but our young master chose to stay. What kind of courage is this! "

"Let's look forward to Alan's next performance," the host said after a screenshot of the Hern father and son being executed was inserted on the airship's screen.

A pocket watch slipped onto the smooth floor.

In a corner of the island, a live broadcast of the welcome was projected on the wall of a room, showing Alan's childish face. Someone froze the scene, then looked at the youth in the scene with rapt attention. After a while, he sat powerlessly on a grey sofa.

He reached out and picked up the pocket watch on the floor. There was a photo in the pocket watch. In the photo, there was a girl. She was only about twelve or thirteen years old. Her delicate face was filled with stubbornness. Her expression and appearance were very similar to Alan's in the picture.

"Ten? Eleven? No matter which age, he is very kissing. And this face Lanny, is he your child?"

The man slapped a silver bell on the table. A moment later, a butler walked in. The man pointed at the screen and said, "I want a genetic comparison of this child!"

"To whom?" The butler asked cautiously.

"Me!"

The butler lowered his head and said, "Master, the committee will not let outsiders come into contact with these children."

"I don't care what method you use, you have to handle it properly! Otherwise, get lost!" The man roared, his tone irrefutable.

"I know." The butler nodded and retreated.

The man seemed to have lost all his strength and sat back down. '"How could this be? What if he really is Lanny's child. How can I save him from that hell? I'm so stupid. If I knew you would be so stubborn, I shouldn't have stopped you back then. At least you could still be by my side, Lanny, my child " he said painfully.

He looked painfully at the scene on the wall, at Alan, and moaned, "God, please don't do this to me. I've lost one relative, please don't let me lose another. If he is."

Ellen didn't know that there was someone who was in a painful recollection for his appearance. He only knew that the moment the automatic door of the training base building closed, his ears became much quieter. The base building is divided into 23 floors, and has been used as a training ground for the contestants of the death arena for the past month before participating in the competition. Each of them will be guided by a mentor individually this month in order to be more skilled and thus have a greater chance of surviving the competition.

Each floor corresponds to a district, and the top floor is used by the organizing committee for the competition. It is also used to inspect the contestants from each district from time to time.

Looking at Tonislaw walking in front of him like a model, Alan suddenly felt that this Second Lieutenant Demon wasn't as annoying as before. At the very least, he did not look at himself like the inhabitants of Babylon, as if he were looking at a tool for entertainment. Tonislaw took Little Alan to the 13th floor. As soon as the elevator door opened, he could smell the strong fragrance of wine drifting in the corridor.

"I forgot to tell you, this old fellow Hughton is still an alcoholic." Tonislaw stepped on the corridor floor with his cold high heels and typed the password in front of an electronic door. The two sides of the automatic door retracted and opened. Inside was an open space.

The entrance was a dining area. Alan saw a long dining table with neatly arranged chairs, a refrigerator, wine cabinet, and even an open kitchen. At the back was a training area, a spacious enough place with all sorts of equipment. At the corner of the south wall, there was a weapon rack filled with guns and swords.

At the end, there were a few rooms, which should be for the contestants and mentors to rest in.

A man was lying on the dining table, a few empty bottles of wine scattered at his feet. He placed his hand on the table, still holding the half-bottle of wine. The amber whiskey was flowing down the sloping bottle, forming a small puddle on the floor.

"Oh, Mr. Hughton. Damn it, Major General, you've drunk yourself again!" Tonislaw screamed and strode over to shake the man.

The man was asleep like a dead pig, and Tonislaw didn't wake up no matter how hard he shook it. The second lieutenant was so angry that he stamped his feet like a woman. Suddenly, he saw the wine bottle in his hand and immediately took it over. Then he shook the mouth of the bottle back and forth towards the man's nose. Suddenly, he moved. He almost jumped up and shouted, "Good wine, good wine! Give it to me, give it to me!"

"Mr. Hughton, you're finally awake." Tonislaw tossed the bottle back to him.

Without another word, the man picked up the bottle and drank all the wine in it before hiccupping, "It's you, Tonislaw. Didn't you go on vacation?"

"Mr. Hughton, I went to the surface to pick up people. Don't you forget that the new Death Arena will begin in a month?"

"Of course." The man yawned, "The guys on the committee asked me to be a mentor to a kid and promised me a box of top volcanic beauties after the game. That's Adahua Planet wine. How could I miss it?"

"Thank God you haven't lost your mind yet. So this is the contestant you're coaching. He's from District 13. His name is Allen." Tonislaw beckoned to Alan.

Alan walked over.

He finally saw that this was an old man in his fifties. But Alan swore that he had never seen such a strong old man before. There were wrinkles on his face, and his bags of eyes had turned green from drinking for so many years. But his body was as strong as a bear, and even Ron was a lap thinner than him. When he stood up completely, it was like a mountain. Alan was completely submerged in his shadow!

Strangely enough, Tonislaw had already said that Hughton was a major general. Logically speaking, his Origin Energy should be stronger than Ron's. But on his body, Alan couldn't see the light of any Origin Energy. Beside him, Tonislaw's pale green fluorescence was telling Alan that his ability had not expired.

"Is that the kid? He looks fine. Let me see what you learned in Ron's kennel." Hughton stretched out his large hand and pressed it on Alan's forehead.

Alan subconsciously retreated, but for some reason, his forehead was still pressed down by Hughton's hand. Hughton's palm began to burn. Only then did Alan realize that not only did this old man possess Origin Energy, but the flames of Origin Energy were extremely bright. It was like a small sun rising in his body, and Alan couldn't help but close his eyes.

'"Yes, I have already tempered four vortexes of Origin Energy. Did it only take four months? The attributes of Origin Energy are too weak to be sensed for the time being. However, the potential is not bad. Wait "

Hughton was originally sleepy, but his lazy expression suddenly swept away, and his eyes even became sharp.

Tonislaw stood at the side, as if he was also sweating on Alan's behalf. Seeing Hughton's expression change, the second lieutenant asked nervously, "What happened?"

Hughton let go of Alan with a strange look in his eyes. Then he looked at Tonislaw and said, "Are you sure you didn't pick the wrong person?"

"Of course not!"

"Then this kid doesn't need my guidance anymore."

"Why?" Asked the second lieutenant.

Hughton turned around and looked at Allen, who was at a loss, and said, "You should know that his body has been imprisoned by someone using Origin Energy. A person with Origin Energy imprisonment on his body cannot even construct a genetic circuit. Such a person is useless even if I instruct him. Participating in the competition is equivalent to committing suicide!"