Edge of the Apocalypse

In the dimly lit alley, the man lifted his hat. Under the hat is a face that is very close to humans, and such alien Alan has also come into contact with many. Like Lucy and Edward, they are almost indistinguishable from humans. As for this man, the outline is similar, but the skin is light blue, and there is no nose, but there are gill-like organs on the left and right sides of the cheek.

The two gills were joined together, as if breathing.

He patted his head, squeezed his throat lightly with his fingers, and then spit out a paragraph from his mouth: "In this case, you should understand?"

This is the lingua franca of the planet, and despite being blunt, Alan understands it. The man opened his hands and walked towards Alan and said, "So, should we have a brother-to-brother hug. You must know how rare it is to meet us in the vast universe."

Alan didn't bring Qianjun with him, so he could only draw out the demon's praise behind his waist, and said, "I have a lot of brothers, and they are not friendly. But I am sure that there is no such thing as you among them... Variety."

The man laughed and said, "Don't say that, although we didn't even know who each other was before this. But you should feel that we share the same blood and have the same ancient and great genes. Use your heart to do well. Feel it, my brother, our blood, cheering and resonating for the encounter."

Daoguang lines flow through the light blue skin, and the man's body exudes a breath of power. Allen's heart suddenly beat hard, and the scenes in front of him were disappearing one by one. As the street lights, alleys, and even the entire Ark Harbor disappeared from my eyes, a **** light rose from under my feet. Allen looked down, and blood was constantly rising from the nihility ground.

They ran across Ellen's feet, passed by the man, and flowed to the other side of nothingness, forming a **** path winding through the darkness. Then there were flames rising from the blood path, and they illuminated Allen's eyes and lit up this dark world. At the end of the **** road, a curtain of fire rose, and within the curtain of fire, the ancient and solemn throne was calling out silently!

Road to Burning Blood!

In an instant, Allen knew. The man in front of him was exactly what he felt before, one of the seven engravings on the road to burning blood.

The vision dissipated, and the world reappeared in the senses. When Allen looked at the man again, his eyes had become solemn, and he blurted out, "Who are you?"

After speaking, I realized that I was using a completely unfamiliar language. Allen is certain that he has never heard, let alone used this language. It has a strange pronunciation, as sweet as music, with an ethereal and dreamlike feeling, like an ancient soul whispering in the ear.

"Look, what a standard pronunciation. This is the first time you use it, in Ebones' language. That is the singularity of the universe, the place where our blood originated. We came from it, and will eventually go back. . This will be an ancient and sacred festival. And the prologue will be opened by me and you together!" The man exaggerated his hands on his chest and bowed: "In order to thank you for your contribution, I, Sergris My highest respect to you."

He used the same old language, and Allen understood it verbatim this time. It is worth noting that the so-called Ebons, if translated into the language of the earth, means the abyss. This reminded Allen of the voice mentioned when he first stood on the path of burning blood, bringing the universe back to the abyss. The comparison between the two now, if taken literally, is a return to Ebones.

As for what it means, or what will happen, it is not what Allen can understand now.

And at this moment, there is no time for him to think more. The man who bowed suddenly launched a charge, and Allen clearly felt the cold killing intent on him. That was the killing intent against him. Although I don't know the reason, the man in front of him wanted to kill him is already obvious. Of course, Alan will not catch him.

The source force roared, and the strands of light pattern formed the mark of the blade of the Liaoyuan on Alan's forehead. In a blink of an eye, Sergris was close, but he made a move that Allen couldn't understand.

Sergris raised his right hand and punched the space next to him.

Time was slowed to its limit, and Allen saw his fist thrown out, but the small half of his arm disappeared into the air as if it had traveled through space. Almost driven by instinct, Allen's body reacted faster than his brain. He drew back and raised his head, and Sergris's sword-like hand suddenly pierced from the space next to Alan, and the knife brushed Alan's nose.

Allen slipped back, a few silver hairs falling in front of him. If it wasn't flashing fast just now, I'm afraid the face has blossomed.

"Yes, yes, the response is quick, so that you can be qualified as a sacrifice!" Sergris laughed and slammed his foot on the ground. A strange thing happened, the ground was like an empty space, and Sergris disappeared on the ground.

Almost at the same time, the shadow pulled out by the light behind Allen was distorted, and then a shadow burst out, forming a blade-like shape and piercing behind Allen.

When Allen noticed it, he only had time to spin around quickly, and still rubbed the shadow knife to his waist, pulling out a blood line. At this moment, Sergris lifted his foot, and the shadow knife dispersed like smoke. Alan frowned and looked at Sergris and said: "Your ability is really weird."

"Weird? It's rude, you should call it magical. The magical Mr. Sergris naturally possesses magical abilities..." He spread the palm of his right hand, and on the palm of his palm was an engraved black shadow: "This is The shadow of nothingness, as long as there is a shadow, it is my territory."

"So that's it..." With a wave of Alan's hand, the demon's praise pulled out a flickering light towards Sergris.

"It's rude, shouldn't gentlemen always listen to what they said before doing it?" Sergris smiled slightly, not evasive. When the breath of flame flashed across his waist, his figure twisted.

There was a chill from Alan's back. Before he could think about it, he quickly turned around and swept his dagger to the rear.

With a ding sound, Alan saw Sergris's light blue face in the sparkling fire. He didn't know when he appeared behind him, but he missed a hit, and Sergris drifted back and disappeared like a phantom. Allen stuck to the wall, and the phantom that was hit by the Flame Breath Flash now had a texture. Allen was certain that Sergris had returned to the original place.

The attack just now was not like an effect achieved by high-speed movement, but more like a certain ability. Some kind of ability that can make Sergris instantly transfer behind him, just like Belmode's black mist walking through. But Segris's ability was even more bizarre, and there was no trace of it. When it is discovered, the attack is often close at hand.

Really dangerous man. Alan thought.

The red light in his hand is great, and the devil's praise is like a fierce beast with open eyes, exuding a bitter meaning of killing. The dagger stretched to form a dark red short knife, completing the process of awakening to the first-order form. Seeing the short knife in Allen's hand, Sergris gasped, "Demon salute! Where did you get this source!"

This time it was Allen's turn to be startled. So far, no one knows the source device in his hand except a few closest people. But the man in front of him, only met for the first time, he called out the name of the source device. It can be seen that the other party knows far more things than Allen.

Seeing the demon's praise, Sergris laughed: "What a surprise. Not only did I see you tonight, but I also saw it."

"It's mine!" Sergris pounced, using his hands and feet together, to launch a strange attack on Allen.

His hands and feet will disappear into the air from time to time, and then fists or shadow knives will suddenly pop out from somewhere. Allen concentrates all his energy and responds carefully. He found that Sergris's attacks were not all irregular. For example, part of the body disappeared, and the fist only penetrated the space to attack, but Sergris' feet would trigger the power of the shadow, forming a blade from the shadow of any object around Allen to launch a sneak attack.

Moreover, this kind of attack method that ignores space cannot be used at the same time, which shows that although the engraving of the shadow of the void has its strange ability, there are certain limitations. But Sergris' movements were very fast, and his fists and feet attacked the reality and reality, even though he felt the law of ability. But for a while, Allen could only passively defend, parrying the opponent's mysterious offensive.

when! As soon as Allen pulled away a shadow knife stabbed in the shadow of the lamppost, he hit Sergris's cheek with a heavy fist, and he flung out immediately. Allen rolled halfway and fell to the ground. Lifting his head again, Sergris stood in the light and smiled maliciously at him.

Allen glanced at the street lamp above his head ~www.readwn.com~ His eyes were drenched, and suddenly the street lamp exploded and a flame burst out. The lights disappeared and the whole alley became dim. Sergris laughed: "Don’t you think that you can blow up the street lights. Without the lights, you can limit my ability? Don’t be kidding. Now there are more shadows here. My attack Will be able to appear anywhere, but your situation will get worse."

"I know." Allen said with a smile: "I didn't expect any impact on you from extinguishing a street light, but you were really distracted by it just now?"

Sergris grinned stiffly: "What do you mean?"

"I mean, when you are distracted, I have arranged it." Alan's palm lightly pressed the ground, and a wave of source force spread. It was like an activation button, and a thick red spot appeared under Sergris' feet.

"Damn it." Sergris only had time to say such a word, and the figure was immediately submerged by the blazing pillar of fire rising into the sky. The thick black and red pillar of fire erupted three times in a row, shaking the ground slightly, and the fire pillar that tore through the night was reflected in the entire street nearby. r1058

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