Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 660: Traps And Indigenous Peoples

Leaving the meeting room, Catherine's mood was completely different from when she entered. Capulo had actually entrusted her with fighting for Alan. This was definitely an unexpected decision. It seemed that Capullo's eyes and ears had yet to penetrate the earth's core. Otherwise, if he knew about her current relationship with Allen, the marshal might not have given her this task. As long as Capullo was willing, he could find a younger and more beautiful woman than him, if Alan was so easily tempted by beauty.

The current situation was somewhat subtle.

Capulo was very confident. That confidence was based on his past hard-won defeat. Throughout his life, he had been forced to retreat by Spenak. But who was Spenak? He was one of the two Sovereigns of Agares, a legendary figure alongside Orfasis, King of Justice. Losing to such a person would not damage Capulo's honor in the slightest. It was only as he had said that the current president had written so much about it that the Golden Lion's reputation had plummeted.

Even in the midst of the struggle between the old and new parties, Windsor Belo was like a brilliant meteor that streaked across the sky, covering Capullo with light. However, in reality, if the two of them fought, it was generally believed that Capulo had a higher chance of winning. Even if his injuries had not healed, no one dared to underestimate the legendary heritage of a generation.

Therefore, Capullo had never doubted any of his decisions, and it was almost impossible to hide it from such a person. Only an occasional coincidence like Catherine could cast a shadow in Capulet's line of sight.

Now that Capullo had given her this chance, even if Catherine and Allen were to end up together, they could still be called fake and not suspicious of the old lion. It was an opportunity for Catherine to justify her relationship with Alan. When that time came, she would use Allen's hand to do something else, and it would be justified. At least leave Sunrise alone like last time, General Russen won't say anything else.

Thinking of this, Catherine's lips curled into a smile.

Frost Star.

The roars of wild beasts could be faintly heard from the howls of the wind and snow. Some of them were like wolves, but their voices were so sharp that Alan wanted to plug his ears. He regretted not taking Lloyd's tactical helmet with him, or else the helmet would have blocked all the snow powder from entering his body. This was the third day he left the Chaos Canyon. Before daylight arrived, a blizzard suddenly blew up. This storm caused the world to become blurry. There was white snow everywhere. They were crushed by the strong winds and turned into fine mud that completely covered Alan's line of sight.

In such a snowstorm, his field of vision was only a few meters away, and his direction was difficult to distinguish. Alan didn't know where he was heading, but he couldn't stop. Otherwise, it wouldn't be long before the snow storm buried him. He had to find a shelter from the wind and wait for the storm to pass before making any plans.

He was lucky enough to find a low slope not long after. The wind was a natural refuge. Alan sat down against the hillside, took off his backpack, rifle, and heavy knife, and wrapped his cloak around his body. By the time the snowstorm stopped, a snow bag had already piled up at his feet. Alan picked up the snow and stood up. Looking around, the ground was already drowned in snow.

This kind of environment was not good for him who was hiking. Fortunately, the wind and snow stopped and there was light on the ground again. Allen used the sunlight as a reference, re-braided his direction, and continued his journey to the east. Two hours later, a forest was quietly within sight. Ancient ginseng trees blocked the wind and snow, and the snow in the forest gradually decreased. Only the crown of the tree was painted silver white, creating piles of snow. Occasionally, snow would pour down from the canopy like a silver waterfall.

Ellen didn't know if this forest was the Holly Forest, but it was lighter to walk in the forest anyway. Moreover, the forest lines spread out from sparse to dense, but it was not up to him to choose. Unless he diverted around the forest, it would be superfluous. The forest was quiet, and most frosty beasts were asleep during the day. However, the sky had gradually darkened, and the day was disappearing. Night was about to descend.

The sky gradually turned from gray to golden, signaling the arrival of dusk. Alan had already gone more than ten kilometers deep into the forest. Here, the trees were lush and all kinds of cold-tolerant plants were everywhere. The rugged ground was not covered with thick snow. The previous blizzard was blocked out by most of the trees, preventing the snow from entering the forest. At the end, new snow was laid on the ground. The snow reflected the sunset light, causing shadows of varying sizes to appear on the uneven ground.

Not far away from Alan, a faint, even intermittent, but straight shadow caught his attention. In this kind of place in the wilderness, there was hardly anything in such a regular shape. As he approached, he discovered that the shadow was left behind by the sunlight because the snow had risen up and built a long and short small snowbank.

Ellen crouched down, gently fiddling with the snow line with his hand, and even blew a few breaths on the ground. A moment later, a rope buried in the snow appeared. The rope was very thin, with burrs all over its surface. Dark green and dark brown intertwined. It looked like it was torn into strips of bark, twisted into strands, and finally woven into the long rope. The rope was rough, and because it had been buried under the snow for a long time, it had been frozen dry by the snow. As long as you tug hard, it will break easily.

It was tied between two ancient trees, and Alan looked up. In the staggered bald branches of the two ancient trees, he saw spiked wooden corks. They were facing the snow above them. Obviously, this was a simple and primitive trap. Alan stretched out his hand and pulled the long rope in the snow. With a slight force, he broke it. The part tied to the ancient tree on the right quickly retreated upwards. The sound of leaves trembling came from above, and then darkness descended from the sky in front of him. More than a dozen sharpened wooden stakes plunged into the snow like cannonballs, bringing snow powder everywhere.

It wasn't hard to imagine that if a wild beast had triggered the trap, it would probably have turned into a corpse in the snow.

Since there was a trap, then there was someone who set it up. Judging from the primitive level of the materials used in the trap, it was likely that it wasn't set up by humans, but by planet natives like headhunters. Ellen didn't want to waste any meaningless time, so he bypassed the trap. Unfortunately, he didn't go too far when his heart suddenly moved. A sharp sound of air-piercing rang out in his ears. He retreated, and a spear sharpened with wood and engraved with dark red patterns was being nailed into the snow. As the spear swayed unsteadily, a few more spears shot out from the surrounding ancient trees.

Alan flashed left and right, avoiding the two. The remaining three bolts of lightning shot towards him, causing his eyes to tremble. Origin Energy rushed out of his body. The battle spear struck the Origin Energy screen and was bounced off. The fragments flew around like bullets, shooting into the fan-shaped region of Zhou Zhou. The trunks of the old trees trembled and countless powder pieces fell from them. As for the low bushes and shrubs, their roots were broken and their branches and leaves shattered.

After a burst of random shooting, a figure staggered out from behind an ancient tree a few meters away from his right hand. After taking a few steps, he fell to the ground and was surprisingly a headhunter. A fist-sized wound was blasted out of his chest by a spear fragment filled with Origin Energy. The surface of the wound was bloody and bloody. The injured headhunter twitched on the ground and finally lost his breath.

At this moment, human shadows emerged from the trees. Alan raised his head and looked around, as if he was surrounded by headhunters. At least twenty or thirty headhunters appeared in the surroundings. They were either crouching on the crown of an ancient tree or drilling out of withered yellow grass. No matter where he was, he stared at Alan with murderous eyes.

Ellen raised his hand and shook it, "Look clearly, I'm not your prey. How about this, I leave now, we can all save some trouble."

However, what responded to him was a series of roars, and a headhunter pounced down from the tree. He raised a machete made of nameless beast bones in his hand and sliced it towards Allen's head. Alan sighed softly, and a magic energy rifle appeared in his left hand like a magic trick, connecting three shots and shooting out.

The Origin Energy Bullet pulled out streaks of light and shot towards the headhunter. The headhunter brandished his saber and chopped it down. The bone saber immediately bounced off, and then it was shot twice in the chest and fell from mid-air. From the looks of it, he probably wouldn't be able to survive, but it wasn't enough to shock the other headhunters. The planet natives shouted loudly as they charged at Alan with their weapons. Ellen sneered. These headhunters with eleven or two Origin Energy weren't even troublesome for Ellen right now. It was just a waste of time to deal with them.

The magical energy rifle connected several shots in his hand, blasting the head of one of the headhunters and forcing the other three away. As for his right hand, he held onto the blood concealment and drew out a few red lights. The red lights were like silk, illuminating the forest space as if it was covered with a layer of blood. The headhunters who collided with the silk light first had cracks in their bodies, and then they shattered into pieces on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, four or five headhunters died on the spot.

Allen's left spear and right blade stood on the spot, coldly glancing at the surrounding headhunters. Just as they were about to organize another wave of attacks, a beam of light suddenly flashed from the depths of the forest and shot into the middle of the headhunters, causing an explosion.

This is the beam of light from a high-energy cannon!

Then, the sound of gunshots rang out in Allen's ears. Strands of sharp threads interweaved into a net of fire, tightly covering the headhunters who surrounded Allen. Under this sudden attack, the headhunters continued to fall. At this time, a sharp sound rang out in the forest. Two figures flashed into the middle of the headhunters, each using an arc-shaped saber to continuously harvest the lives of the natives of these planets.

Alan scanned them, only to find two identical twin brothers.

In a few breaths of time, a large number of headhunters were killed and wounded. Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, the remaining natives immediately scattered and left. In a flash, they walked clean, leaving only the corpses lying on the ground.