Edge of the Apocalypse

When Allen opened his eyes, he saw a yellow leaf slowly drifting down. He raised his hand to catch it, the veins of the leaves were so clear in his eyes, and the leaves that had lost water showed such a real posture of death. But he knew that none of this was true, including where he was at the moment, the huge banyan tree next to him, the dead leaves that were constantly shaking from the canopy by the wind, and even the spectacular sunset in the distance.

None of this is true.

After all, not long after, he was still sleeping in the palace of Shadow Castle, hugging Lucy and Elizabeth on that big bed.

"Winter is coming soon."

A familiar voice sounded behind him, and Allen could sketch the appearance of Father Milo in his mind without turning his head. This priest is part of the instrumental soul of Ashes Hymn, coexisting with Allen's consciousness. Allen didn't deliberately blend with him, and everything went its way.

After a while, Father Miró stood beside him. He is still the same, his hair is not combed, and the priest's robe that he wears on his body has not been washed for long. It is clear that in the world of consciousness, if he wants to, he can even dress more gorgeously than the pope. But he maintained this image, just like his first encounter in the dark iron town of Alan.

"Want to talk to me, Father?" Allen smiled.

"You have merged the three twilight wills, that is to say, the final moment is about to come. I am looking forward to it." Milo smiled.

Allen thought for a while and said: "The Devil's Praise is also a creation of the Creator, so it can be used to kill the Son of Twilight. Then, Father, why are you on our side?"

Milo caught a leaf and said, "Look, the leaves will fall when they wither. But when spring comes, new shoots and new leaves will grow on the tree."

He smiled and said: "I am just a dead leaf that has fallen off the canopy, and at the same time I am tired of the days of being a tool for the Creator. So, maybe through your hands, I can grow on another big tree, maybe I I want to try, even if there is only a very small hope."

"That's it."

"Well, I asked you to come over, but I didn't want to talk to you about this. Let's say something serious, but before that, let me see if your skills have become dull." Milo said.

Allen let go of the leaf in his hand and let it fall to his feet, he smiled: "Are you going to test me?"

"It's not just me, but them." Milo waved his hand, and figures appeared around Allen.

The first was a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, he looked very clever, he was throwing a red short dagger in his hand, and he looked at Alan grinningly. Then there was a sixteen or seven-year-old girl with a solemn expression and a black and red heavy sniper in her hand. Next to the girl was a young man, holding a long black knife in his hand, but the handle was as red as blood. In the end, he was a strong man, carrying a huge knife with a fierce shape and a nonchalant smile on his face.

Allen was stunned and looked at them in turn: "Blood Hymn, Destruction Hymn, Death Hymn, Shatter Hymn..."

"Yes, it is the projection of each stage. In addition, I, the Ashes Hymn, so that in addition to the final deep solitude, the awakening posture of several stages will be gathered. Then Alan, accept ours Challenge." Milo raised his hand, and there was a burning long sword in his hand, with pale flames lingering on the sword, which was exactly the gesture of ash hymn.

Allen scratched his head: "Although I don't know what you are going to do? But just let it go."

"Then I'm welcome." The source projector that looked like a teenager smiled, and suddenly rushed, his movement track is very smart, making it difficult to capture. The blood hymn dragged a red band of light in his hand, and then cut to Alan's throat.

When Allen thought, there was a golden sword in his hand. The golden sword is one grid, blocking the blood hymn. Behind him, a bad wind swelled, and it turned out that it was the big man who shattered the hymn projection with a knife. Before Allen flashed, he turned around, and a few golden rays of light appeared immediately beside the big man. The big man hurriedly put up his giant knife, and the blade was cut into flames by the golden light.

Allen was standing, and an incomparably blatant momentum rose on the left. In a blink of an eye, the projection that was originally the girl's appearance raised the ruining sniper, and the cross-red pattern opened at the sniper's muzzle, and then a scarlet light spurted. Alan raised his sword, and when the golden sword split the beam of light into two, the youth projection of the death hymn took the opportunity to approach, and the black long sword in his hand kept making sharp slashes.

At this time, the young man dragged his blood to the hymn and flashed back, the big man carrying the giant knife didn't rush to join the battle circle, but wandered around.

Allen wielded a long sword, one enemy and two, but he didn't see any disadvantages. The golden long sword intertwined with a majestic sword shadow, like the wind and clouds, rolling over the two projections. Their swords and daggers gradually couldn't be used. At this time, the big man finally roared and rushed forward. The Hymn of Shattering was indeed the awakening posture of the fourth stage, the more powerful the source weapon of other stages. Cut it off with a single stab and shattered Ellen's sword shadow to pieces, and then with one stab after another, unpretentiously, but violently attacked Ellen.

Allen smiled slightly and backed away suddenly. When the sword pointed up, a golden sword suddenly appeared around him. But when he was about to shoot out, he moved in his heart and suddenly turned and swung his sword away, only to see the priest's phantom, and then he was lightly pressed against his back by the hymn of ashes, and the priest coughed behind him: " If this is fighting against the Twilight Son, you will be seriously injured if you are not dead."

Allen separated from the priest, and the projections came to the priest, and then all smiles disappeared. Allen said puzzledly: "It sounds like you have something in your words."

"Allen, you have to know one thing. The Twilight Sons may not be supreme, but they are born with the power of rules. Especially when instinct completely occupies the body, one of the most deadly rules will appear. "Power." The priest said solemnly, "Instinct calls it sharp. Those who are injured by the force of sharpness cannot quickly recover from the injury by drawing the source force, or even with drugs. The only thing you can rely on is your own body recovery. Power. So you can imagine what would happen if you were injured by the force of such rules on the battlefield?"

Allen was startled: "How could there be such a powerful rule power. Even the supreme..."

"No, it's possible. That's because the rules governed by the Twilight Sons come from the Creator and from another universe. So the rules of this universe cannot work. That's why I wanted to test you just now. As I expected , Now you are too dependent on the source of power, too confident about yourself, but forgot your past weaknesses. But no wonder you, after all, everyone is like this. When we are strong, we will forget our weak attitude. "

The priest sighed and said: "The stronger we are, the more we forget. When we were still weak, we knew to avoid the blade and avoid the bullet. But as we became stronger, we came step by step. We were cut open by the blade, Being hit by a bullet, these injuries can be quickly healed by the source force. Even when we become the supreme, can mobilize a huge amount of terror source power, as long as it is not killed by one shot, then most of the injuries. Even if it is by another supreme rule You can recover quickly if you are injured by force. If it is not helpful, you can also make major injuries smaller, and minor ones."

"This can be done because we are all beings in this universe, and we obey the rules of the universe. Even the rules created by the Supreme are actually based on the power generated on the basis of the rules of the universe. However, Twilight The sharp power of the Son of the Son is from another universe, so I want to remind you that you need to remember your own weakness. When fighting the Son of Twilight, you must remember this. Now I can be sure that you were on the earth that day. He didn’t want to kill you at all.” Milo solemnly said, “Perhaps it was your father’s will interfering with him. Now that he returns to Eboyins, he will definitely find a way to obliterate your father’s will. Once successful. , He will not be restrained anymore. Next time you meet, he will definitely use sharp power, you must be careful and careful."

Allen took a deep breath and nodded: "Thank you for the reminder, Father."

"Don't underestimate the power of sharpness, because with this power ~www.readwn.com~ even if the son of twilight is not the supreme, he can still kill the supreme. The power system of this universe is of little significance to him, so Why in the cosmic twilights of the past dynasties, even if some twilights are prevented, a huge price must be paid. After all, no matter what era, there will be the supreme. But the power of sharpness can make the supreme fall for it."

Alan nodded solemnly, he was indeed in a cold sweat. If it hadn't been for Milo to remind him, he probably had forgotten what it was like to be injured, and even the mood of being weak when he was young. Because now he is standing too high, too strong, and too confident. If you fight the Twilight Son in this state of mind, and get hurt by the sharp force, the consequences are simply unimaginable.

"After I go back, I will retrain myself." Allen said, then paused and asked, "Father, do you think we have a chance?"

"It depends on your determination. Ellen, that body is always your father's. I doubt that in the end you will be able to stab him with a fatal sword. I can only remind you that the Twilight Son will definitely use it. This means to interfere with you, if he has nowhere to go."

Allen smiled bitterly, and did not speak again, his body gradually disappeared into this world of will.

Milo shook his head and stood by the big banyan tree, watching the magnificent dusk gradually fall below the horizon.

The world is dim.

Also in the dark night, there is also Capulo. In the Marshal's sight, his world was cut to pieces by countless swords. The Twilight Son used his source power to condense thousands of swords, and the entire space was enveloped by his sword cutting. Each sword is attached to the power of sharpness, and they fly around Capro disorderly, like a group of bloodthirsty sharks. Once Capro's body bleeds from a wound, he will tear the lion that fell into the water to pieces!

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