Edge of the Apocalypse

Maine's heavy bet immediately caused Ann's status to soar, and her ranking to rise as well. He jumped from sixth place to second place, just behind Allen.

"Two tons of platinum. I hope it's not your personal treasury, Mr. Main." Horn looked at the butler and nodded.

"Alan, two tons of platinum." The butler raised two fingers and said.

Maine's expression immediately sank. Horn had been keeping a low profile ever since he suppressed him politically twenty years ago, and his family's ranking had dropped. But today, it was as if he was clearly going against him. He frowned. With his shrewdness, he couldn't figure out the reason. In the previous death arena, there were also many rich families who threw money at a certain contestant. However, it was rare for someone like Horn to invest 30 million yuan in a youth.

"Ans, two tons of platinum." Maine raised his hand and made another heavy bet.

At this moment, all the public trust platforms of the federal government on the floating island were constantly refreshing the status of Allen and Anse. Behind the fierce competition between the two youths, many people could tell that there were big shots behind them. This made some people follow suit and bet on the two youths. Thus, their scores were changing in seconds.

Horn didn't change his expression and winked at the butler again.

"Alan, two tons of platinum." The butler immediately said.

The banquet hall was completely silent. After twenty years of silence, Beth Cod actually made a heavy bet of fifty million federal dollars for a youth on the surface. This definitely broke the previous records of individual bets in the death arena. Now, the nobles in the hall looked at Maine with good eyes. They were all wondering if Maine would continue to go up.

Beads of sweat had already seeped out of Maine's forehead. Four tons of platinum was already the largest amount of money he could use within his authority. If we want to continue to increase the price, we need to obtain the consent of the family council. Even though he was the Patriarch, he was not someone who could be unscrupulous.

"Five tons of platinum, Mr. Horn, I'm very puzzled. With your family's current situation, it can't be a blank check, right?" Maine forced a smile and said.

"This is a bearer cheque from the Bescord family. The withdrawal amount is exactly fifty million. Mr. Altes can collect five tons of platinum from our family's warehouse in the near future, or he can use it directly," said Steward Helsing Dang, expressionlessly drawing out a cheque and handing it to Altes beside him.

When Altes received the check from the butler, Horn looked at his relatively young opponent and said, "Mr. Main, do you want to keep adding?"

Maine took out a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and wiped the sweat off it. "No, I'm a businessman. It would be unreasonable to bet on a project where even the principal could not be achieved just for the sake of anger."

Then he said to Altes, "I'll have the secretary bring the check over later."

"I still have something to do, so I'll take my leave." Maine had regained his previous elegance, but anyone could tell that he was no longer as arrogant as he had been when he entered. Before he left, he turned around and leaned on Horn's shoulder like an old friend. "For the sake of my friend for many years, Mr. Horn," he said. I have to warn you, Beth Cod may have a lot of background. But in the younger generation, I don't see any capable successors at all. I shall be quite lonely if Bescord is no match for him after Mr. Horn. "

With that, he laughed loudly and left.

Horn reached out and brushed his shoulders. His gaze fell on Allen's head and said in a voice that only he could hear, "Idiot, Bescord's future is here. Soon you will have a strong enemy, dear Maine Alexander!"

On the left side of the banquet hall, there was a small private room. On one side of the room was a wall covered with coated SLR glass. People in the room could see what was happening in the banquet hall. At this moment, there was a tall, straight man standing beside the SLR window. Under his rare black hair was a European face. The deep silhouette was like a statue of David under Michelangelo's knife, with black pupils, a tall nose, and a well-groomed beard on his chin, all of which emphasized the dignified aura that was unique to the upper echelons of this man.

In the banquet hall, men generally wear decent suits. However, this man was wearing a military uniform and boots, white gloves on both hands, and a light sword on his waist. The scabbard of the sword was platinum with dark golden patterns on it. The cup-shaped hand guard and sword hilt were silver white, and the extremely smooth metal reflected another figure beside them.

"Hawn, this old thing is rarely fierce today. Poor Maine still wants to take advantage of him. When he bites down, he finds that Beth Cod's bone is still so hard." The man in military uniform smiled faintly. His deep voice carried a hint of hoarseness, which made his voice even more magnetic.

The man next to him whispered, "Tomein's blessing. Just his and Horn's bets alone, we'll get 10% of the fees from them."

"However, Horn is old after all. He probably regrets being stimulated by Maine to place such a heavy bet." The man smiled.

The man in military uniform said, "You can only be a clerk, Vincent, and not someone like Horn."

The man beside him was stunned and hurriedly lowered his head. A trace of dissatisfaction flashed through his eyes, but his tone was extremely respectful.

"If you've seen Horn's life, you know that this old fox never made meaningless investments. You think a mere Maine can make him lose his balance? That's too high of a view of Maine. Back then, Horn only gave Alexander a chance. It wasn't because Maine was capable, but because he suffered a heavy blow and was disheartened that his family's rankings fell. "At this point, the man in military uniform paused and said," Otherwise, the three Maines wouldn't be Horn's match. "

"Just watch, Horn must have a reason for placing heavy bets on that youth."

"Your Excellency is very wise." Vincent said respectfully.

"In your opinion, which youth has a higher chance of winning this year's death arena?"

"Who knows? Even the little fellow that Horn favors might not be able to win. After all, there are too many unexpected things in this world." "Besides, this is just a child's game. Once every two years, let the lowly people on the surface have a little hope so that their eyes will be on the game and they won't care about anything else," the man in uniform said as he walked to another door.

"Something I don't want them to care about." "Our real stage is on the foreign battlefield, my dear Vincent," he stressed. "I heard that our Greed General is coming back. I hope she will bring me good news."

"General Windsor Belo is young and capable. I'm sure I won't disappoint you."

Opening the door, the man in uniform seemed to have thought of something. "Oh," he said, "Vincent, give our little Alan a million dollars in my personal name later."

"Your Excellency …"

"No, this is a tribute to Horn. Beth Cod has been quiet for twenty years. It looks like he's going to make a move. I'm glad, that's all."

With these words, he walked out of the door. The clerk lowered his head behind the door and whispered, "Yes, Your Excellency Morbit."

The man in military uniform was the current president of the Federation.

Rain continued to rain down on Babylon's floating island, and in the training center building, Allen was still tumbled to the ground by Hughton as he practiced the spinning technique. The world seemed to remain the same, but in reality, everyone's destiny was changing dramatically.

On the weekend of the third week, the ranking score was updated again. Alan was still at the top of the list, but Lucy slipped to third place. An Si came from behind and rose several places, chasing after Allen.

This time, Allen received a set of light armor, a precious Origin Energy Stimulant, and other fragmented rewards. Of these rewards, the previous two were the most precious. Individual defensive light armor could be split into tactical uniforms and armor components, which provided Allen with additional defensive power. The Origin Energy Stimulating Medicine had the same effect as its name indicated. It could stimulate the user's Origin Energy growth rate.

Along with the berries and Body Strengthening Potion, Allen finally formed a fifth vortex of Origin Energy at the end of the third week. However, when he walked out of the training area, he had a sullen look on his face.

Hughton took a sip of wine and asked, "What's wrong, kid?"

"Mr. Hughton, I have already formed the fifth vortex of Origin Energy." Alan said.

Hughton looked him up and down. "That's a good thing. Why are you so depressed as if you lost all your money?"

"But, it's too slow." Alan sat down and the young man sighed, "According to what you said, you need at least nine Origin Energy vortexes to break through the first barrier. It's only a week before the death arena begins, but I only have five Origin Energy vortexes."

"Be content, little brat." Hughton shook his head and said, "Your growth rate is already very fast. Besides, there is no shortcut to the growth of Origin Energy. You can only accumulate it through time and diligence."

"Don't tell me there's no way to grow faster?" Alan raised his head and asked unwillingly.

Hughton put down the bottle and said, "It's not that there isn't. It's just that most people don't like that method. But it doesn't matter to you. Even if you don't like it, you'll get in touch with it very soon."

"What method?" Allen's eyes lit up. For him, as long as he could refine nine vortexes of Origin Energy as soon as possible, he was willing to try any method.

"Battle nurtures battle." Hughton belched, and the air was filled with a strong smell of alcohol. "To put it bluntly, it's fighting. Keeping fighting, keeping yourself in between life and death, this is the fastest way I know of to accumulate Origin Energy."