Edge of the Apocalypse

"Get out of the way, all of you. Get out of the way."

"Do you know who I am? Get lost."

"Bastard, you actually dare to lie to me and kill him!"

"Sir, this is Beautiful Slave of Planet Beaufort. Take a look …"

Walking into the gray sheep market, Alan saw chaotic scenes. The market was located in an oasis in the desert. Strange buildings of different styles from various planets were scattered all over the place. There was no such thing as a plan here. Basically, they relied on their own strength to occupy a place in the market. The gray sheep market is chaotic, but it is also intuitive. If you want to distinguish the strength of the opponent, you only need to see how much land he can occupy in the market.

Walking along the winding streets, past shops of different styles, Simeel, who was beside him, occasionally introduced Allen to his uniqueness. The backers of these shops were usually very prone. Once the goods entered the shop, even if the owner chased after them, they could only redeem them according to the shop's price. If he wanted to snatch it, he would have to weigh his own strength. Generally speaking, no matter how inconspicuous the shop was, it was better not to provoke anyone who dared to open a shop in the Graysheep Market.

Alan had already witnessed violent clashes in several shops, but without exception, the corpses that were thrown out of the shops were all visitors.

"What exactly are you all doing here?" Alan asked softly.

Simir replied succinctly, "Find hope."

"What hope?"

At this time, a few aliens, who were full of alcohol, walked over. One of them saw Simeel grin and reached out to grab the girl's chest. "The girl looks good. Come drink with me."

Simeel did not look. He raised his robot arm and lost his palm. A beam of light shot out from his palm and directly pierced through the man's chest. The alien fell down without snorting. His companions cried out and rushed over, but they were quickly dealt with by Tarot and the others accompanying them.

"As long as you have the strength, you can walk horizontally here." Simeel whispered.

Alan looked at the corpse on the ground and said, "I thought you'd keep a low profile."

"I don't want to cause trouble, but if I don't dare to make a move on this kind of trash, you'll find more and more annoying flies." Simeel blinked his eyes. Obviously, this tough method was a warning. At the very least, if someone were to look for trouble, they would first have to measure the difference in strength between the two sides.

They stopped in front of a round building with no windows and a gray exterior wall. On the roof stood a gray statue of a goat. Of course, this so-called goat was somewhat different from what Alan knew.

"Grey Sheep Bar, the place where we met our contact. It looks like the other party hasn't arrived yet. Before that, I'll treat you to a drink." Simeel pushed open the door of the bar and walked in. Although it was open, there were surprisingly few guests inside.

Because the building is round, there is a lot of room in the bar. In the middle was a round bartender, with seven or eight aliens with plural long arms mixing wine. Alien women with gray skin and curly hair and horns act as bartenders. They were responsible for delivering the prepared drinks to every guest in the bar, occasionally taking advantage of them, but compared to the outside, the guests in the bar were surprised by the rules.

'"The owner of the bar is the owner of the market. No one dares to cause trouble at Old Buluo's place. Therefore, everyone who enters the bar acquiesced to Old Buluo's rules. Once the rules are broken, there is no point in apologizing again." Simir winked at Tarot, and the old Gus led the others to a corner of the bar and sat down at a table. Simeel and Alan went to the bar and sat down. The girl reached out and held the table. "Where's Uncle Brother?"

"It's you, Miss Cat. The boss is sleeping up there. I'll go inform him." A sheep-horned girl said, not forgetting to look at Alan a few more times. But Alan pulled down his hat and wore goggles. He really couldn't see anything.

After the girl left, Allen said, "Looks like you're a familiar guest here."

"Not only are you familiar with us, Old Buluo is one of our people, so I should be half the owner of this place." Simeel said to a bartender, "Give us two blue storms."

"I don't drink." Said Alan.

"Give me a face." Simeel smiled and said, "Besides, there are no men who don't drink."

Apparently, it was a provocation.

Alan smiled and didn't refuse. A moment later, two cold blue drinks were placed in front of Ellen and Simeel. The girl picked up one of the drinks and took a sip. "No matter how many times I drink it, it's still so exciting. I really love it!"

Someone coughed softly and said, "Miss, why don't you drink less of the blue storm and I'll make you some other drinks?"

Behind the Horned Girl, an old man of Tarot's age walked over. Like Simeel, he had cat ears, limped, and staggered along. He looked at Allen with a wary expression and said, "This guest smells unique, miss, your friend?

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"My secret weapon!" Simeel patted Ellen on the shoulder with pride.

"Mr. Thom contacted me ten minutes ago. He should be arriving soon," said the old man, shrugging his shoulders.

"En, before that, I want you to inquire about some information."

"What news?"

"About Demonic Shadow Empire."

Old Brother frowned and said, "Miss, it's not a good thing to ask about that empire. As far as I know, a lot has happened in Demonic Shadow Empire recently. Don't ask around. We don't have the ability to make enemies everywhere."

"Just ask around." Simeel shouted, revealing his two tiger teeth.

Old Buluo made a plea of surrender and called for a girl to whisper a few words. The girl quickly left. Old Brother walked to the bartender and looked at the drink in front of Ellen. "Isn't it tasty?"

Alan picked it up and took a sip. His mouth felt as if it was going to freeze. Then, he quickly regained its warmth. A warm current entered his body and gave off a strong fragrance. This blue storm was indeed interesting. He nodded and said, "Not bad."

Bloch's eyes flashed with astonishment. A blue storm was not something anyone could endure. The inconspicuous person in front of him drank a mouthful without changing his expression. The old man looked at Simeel again, and a bracelet on his hand flickered with red light. The old man turned around and turned around a moment later. "There's just been a rebellion in Demonic Shadow Empire!" He said.

Simeel looked at Alan in surprise and said, "Pick something important."

"Yes," the old man said. "The Emperor of Demonic Shadow Empire was supposed to send out Omisga today, but when he was attacked in space, it was said that the entire fleet had been wiped out. Right after the Emperor's accident, the rebels led by Ramo quickly seized Demoic Ring City, seemingly colluding with the Kidds. Because after Demoic Ring City was taken, a Kidd fleet entered Agares. "