Chapter 1805: Sharp Power

When Alan opened his eyes, he saw a withered yellow leaf slowly floating down. He raised his hand to catch it, the veins of the leaf were so clear in his eyes, and the dead appearance of the leaf that had lost water was so real. But he knows that all of this is not real, including where he is at the moment, the huge banyan tree next to him, the dead leaves that are constantly shaking from the crown of the tree, and even the spectacular sunset in the distance.

None of this is real.

After all, not long ago, he was still in the bedroom of Shadow Castle, sleeping with Lucy and Elizabeth on the big bed.

"Winter is coming."

A familiar voice sounded behind him, and Alan could picture Father Miro in his mind without turning his head. This priest is part of the soul of Ashes Hymn, coexisting with Allen's consciousness. Allen didn't deliberately integrate him, everything went with the flow.

A moment later, Father Miro stood beside him. He was still the same, his hair was not combed, and the priest's robe he was wearing hadn't been washed for an unknown amount of time. Obviously, in the conscious world, as long as he wanted, he could even dress more gorgeously than the Pope. But he still maintains this image, just like the first time Alan met him in the black iron town.

"Want to chat with me, Father?" Allen smiled.

"You have merged the three wills of the twilight, that is to say, the final moment is coming soon. I am looking forward to it." Milo laughed.

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

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

He smiled and said, "I'm just a dead leaf that has fallen off the crown of the tree, and I'm tired of being a tool for the creator. So, maybe through your hands, I can grow on another big tree. Want to try, even if there is only a very small hope."

"I see."

"Well, I didn't ask you to come here to talk to you about this. Let's get down to business, but before that, I'll see if you've 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 also them." Milo waved his hand, and figures appeared around Allen.

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

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

"That's right, it's the projections of each stage. Add me, Hymn of Ashes, and in this way, except for the final deep sorrowful song, the awakening postures of several stages are gathered. Then Alan, accept our Let's challenge." Milo raised his hand, and in his hand was a flaming sword, with pale flames swirling around the sword, just like Ashes' hymn.

Allen scratched his head: "Although I don't know what you are going to do? But just let the horse come here."

"Then I won't be polite." The boy-like source device projection grinned, and rushed suddenly. His trajectory was very agile, making it hard to catch. The hymn of blood dragged a red light band in his hand, and then cut to Allen's throat.

With a thought in his mind, Allen had a golden long sword in his hand. The golden sword blocked the hymn of blood. A bad wind suddenly rose behind him, and it turned out that the big man who shattered the projection of the hymn raised his sword and slashed at him. Allen flashed forward, turned around, and immediately there were a few golden rays of light around the big man. The big man frantically raised his giant knife,

Streams of fire were cut out by these golden rays of light between the blades.

Allen just stood up, and an extremely ostentatious momentum rose from the left side. Looking in the blink of an eye, it turned out that the girl-like projection was holding the Destroyer Sniper, with a red cross pattern on the muzzle of the Sniper Gun, and then a scarlet light gushed out. Allen raised his sword, and when the golden sword split the beam of light into two, the youth projection of the hymn to death took the opportunity to approach, and the black long sword in his hand kept making fierce slashes.

At this time, the young man flashed back with a blood hymn, and the big man with the giant knife was not busy joining the battle circle, but wandering around.

Allen wielded his long sword, one against two, but there was no disadvantage. The golden long sword interweaves a majestic sword shadow, like the wind blowing clouds, billowing around the two projections. Their swords and daggers were gradually unable to move. At this time, the big man finally roared and rushed forward. The Anthem of Destruction is indeed the awakening posture of the fourth stage, and its killing power surpasses that of other stages. With one slash, Allen's sword shadow was smashed to pieces, and then one after another, unpretentious, but fiercely attacked Allen.

Allen smiled slightly, and stepped back suddenly. When the long sword was pointed, golden long swords suddenly appeared around him. But when he was about to blast out, his heart moved, he suddenly turned around and swung his sword away, but only saw the phantom of the priest, and then the Ashes hymn was pressed against his back, the priest coughed lightly behind him and said: " If this is a fight against the Twilight Son, you will be seriously injured if you don't die in this blow."

Allen separated from the priest, and those projections also came to the priest, and then all smiles disappeared. Allen said doubtfully: "It sounds like there is something in your words."

"Alan, you need to know one thing. The Sons of Twilight may not be supreme, but they are born with the power of rules. Especially when the instinct completely takes over the body, one of the deadliest rules will appear Power." The priest said seriously, "Instinct calls it sharpness, and those injured by sharpness cannot recover their injuries quickly by absorbing the source force, or even rely on medicine. The only thing you can rely on is your own physical recovery." Force. So you can imagine, if you are injured by such a force of rules on the battlefield, what would be the result?"

Allen was stunned: "How could there be such a powerful power of rules. Even Supreme..."

"No, it's possible. That's because the rules mastered by the Twilight Son come from the Creator and from another universe. So the rules of this universe can't work. That's why I wanted to test you just now. As I expected , now you rely too much on source power, and you are too confident in yourself, but you have forgotten the weakness in the past. But this is no fault of you, after all, everyone is like this. When we are strong, we will forget our weak posture. "

The priest sighed and said, "The stronger we are, the more we forget. When we were weak, we knew to avoid the blade and bullets. But when we became stronger, we walked step by step. We were cut by the blade, Being hit by bullets, these injuries can be healed quickly through the source power. Even when we become supreme, we can mobilize a large amount of terrifying source power, as long as we are not killed by a single blow, then most of the injuries. Even if we are ruled by another supreme Injured by strength, it can also be recovered quickly. Even if it is not good, it can also make a big injury into a small one, and a small injury into nothing."

"This is possible because we are all beings in this universe, and we obey the rules of the universe. Even the rules created by the Supreme Being are actually powers based on the rules of the universe. However, at dusk The sharp power of the Son of Twilight is from another universe, so I want to remind you that you need to remember your own weakness. When you fight the Son of Twilight, you must keep this in mind. Now I can be sure that when you were on the Earth Actually, he didn't intend to kill you at all." Milo said solemnly, "Perhaps it was your father's will that was interfering with him, now that he returns to Eboins, he will definitely find a way to obliterate your father's will. Once he succeeds , he will no longer be restrained. Next time we meet, he will definitely use sharp power, you must be careful and careful."

Allen took a deep breath, nodded and said, "Thank you for your reminder, Father."

"Don't underestimate the power of sharpness, because with this power, even if the son of the dusk is not the supreme, he can kill the supreme. The power system of this universe is of little significance to him, so why is it that in the past cosmic dusk Here, even if some twilights are prevented, a huge price will be paid. After all, no matter in which era, there will always be a supreme being. But the sharp power can make the supreme also fall."

Allen nodded solemnly, he was indeed in a cold sweat. If Milo hadn't reminded him, he probably would have forgotten what it was like to be hurt, and even more so, the feeling he had when he was weak. Because now he stands too tall, too strong, and too confident. If you fight against the Twilight Son in this state of mind and get hurt by the sharp force, the consequences will be unimaginable.

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

"That depends on your determination. Alan, that body is always your father's. I doubt whether you will be able to stab him with a fatal sword in the end. I can only remind you that the Twilight Son will definitely use various a way to interfere with you, if he's cornered."

Allen smiled wryly, and said nothing, 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 sinking below the horizon.

The world was dark.

Also in the dark night, there is Capulo. In the sight of the marshal, 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 shrouded under the cutting of his swords. Each sword is attached to the sharp force, and they dance around Kapuro in a disorderly manner, like a group of bloodthirsty mad sharks. Once Capulo's wounds bleed, he will tear the lion that fell into the water to pieces! Browse and read the address: