Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 1637: Loot
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In the world of will, the earth is no longer as smooth as it was at the beginning. There is a big hole there, a crack here. The ground has become pitted like it has been devastated under the flames of war. To cause such damage, it is at least a national war of the whole nation.
But the ground became like this, but only because of two people.
Alan and Miró.
"You have stayed here for nearly a year." Milo said, sitting on a big rock with a chessboard beside him, and he looked relaxed. Milo is playing chess with himself, and the battle is raging on the chessboard.
The hymn of destruction was inserted on the ground, Alan put his hands on the long handle of the knife, nodded and said: "To be correct, it is three hundred and sixty-four days."
"Maybe you will stay for more than three hundred days." Milo picked up a chess piece and placed it on the board.
"Maybe not."
"I don't have that much patience anymore." Milo retracted his gaze from the chessboard and looked at Allen: "If you can't pick it up today, you will really die. The will dissipates, and the body on the other side of the material world It becomes a walking dead."
"No problem, come on." Allen said: "If I fail, then nothing will be mentioned. But if I take it, you have to tell me the truth."
"The truth about everything!"
Miro didn't agree, but said: "I'll talk about it then."
Then look to the sky.
The clouds are surging in the sky, and a great sense of oppression descends from the sky. Allen took a deep breath, the feeling he was already familiar with. That is the qi machine that will appear in Baidi Sword,
The spirit of the Baidi Sword is great, like mountains and rivers, like a sea of anger, and like a sky. The spirit is prosperous, long-term and domineering, and every time he confronts it, it is like confronting the whole world.
Ellen stretched out his leg and kicked the knife side lightly, and the anthem of destruction flicked. He lowered his weight, stretched his right leg forward, and stretched the giant knife to the left, with the tip of the knife pointed. Holding both hands on the long handle and the side grip of the knife, Allen assumed a stance of slashing the sky.
Then the Baidi Sword fell through the clouds.
He said "Huh". In the past year or so, the shape of the Baidi Sword was different every time it attacked. But today, this sword is just like the first day, without a flexible sword path, it just fell from the sky. Pure and domineering!
Use a sword at the beginning to end. A kind of reincarnation was vaguely formed, and Allen had a vague understanding, but now there is no time for him to think deeply. His eyes lit up, and the spirit and will at this moment were all concentrated on the giant sword that was falling and falling that day.
Suddenly he thought of a lot of things.
Those past like flames, those familiar faces, those magnificent or beautiful scenes, the magnificent universe, the shining galaxies. In the end, he saw that figure from behind.
Archimedes' back view.
He turned his back to Alan and headed towards the Throne of Destruction...
Suddenly the earth reverberated with a long whistle.
Miro, who was picking up a chess piece, froze, and the chess piece melted away in his hands. Then there is the chessboard, and then the big stone under him. He fell to the ground, the dust and sandstorm came in circles, but he separated naturally on the left and right of Milo. The priest raised his head and looked at Alan. Allen's figure was hidden by the boiling sand, but the sand couldn't hide Milo's sight, so he saw Allen. Seeing Alan slashing the sky, seeing his mighty spirit forming a fierce-looking giant knife in the air, greeted him fiercely with the Baidi Sword.
The knife is seven points similar to the Hymn of Shattered.
The spirit on the sword does not lose the Baidi Sword!
There was a smile on Milo's mouth.
The sword and the sword collided in mid-air, as if two worlds collided with each other, the world was pale.
Miro knew that it was a collision of will and a collision of will. It was the collision between Allen and Archimedes, the father and son, facing each other in this form.
Then the knives and swords in the air turned into light spots floating in the sky.
The Baidi Sword was taken by Alan.
The flying light was like a heavy snowfall. Allen walked up in this "snow". He was not walking fast, but he blinked before Milo's eyes. This world is supported by Milo's will, and the rules of this world are made by Milo. But after receiving the Baidi Sword, Alan's will can already modify the rules, which is exactly how Milo's will was affected by it. Milo knew this too, and the smile on the corners of his mouth was thicker.
"Can you tell me the truth?" Allen asked softly.
"Let me think about it, where do I start."
Miro raised his hand, and the gravel under the feet of the two raised and rotated, forming a pair of stone tables and chairs on the ground. A chessboard floated on the stone table again, but there were no chess pieces on the chessboard, and Milo sat down on a stone chair: "Let’s start with your twilight clan."
"It sounds like a long story." Allen sat down in another chair.
"It's really long. Originally, if you sit on the Throne of Destruction, the blood path will share ancient memories with you. Of course it's not that convenient now, so I can only tell you." Milo raised his hand, his hand One more pawn. Just throw it out and land on the chessboard: "Allen, the Twilight Clan is just a tool in the hands of the creator."
"The Creator? Who is the Creator?"
"I don't know." Milo shook his head: "Perhaps it is a god, or a higher-dimensional life? We only know that the information obtained from the blood path shows that the Creator created the Dusk Clan and the Ebones civilization Exists."
"Eboins."
"Yes, Eboyins. This civilization is not composed of matter, but a world of will. It should be a world formed under the projection of the Creator's will. That world is not in the material world, not in this universe. "
"Wait." Allen asked: "You have been mentioning this universe just now. Could it be that there is another universe?"
Miro glanced at him and smiled: "Why not? There are multiple dimensions in space. Is there no other dimension of the universe?"
"Go back to the Creator, he created the Twilight Clan and cast it into this universe. Then, what is the role of the Twilight Clan?"
Allen said casually: "End all things, the universe is twilight."
"Yes, then have you ever thought about the meaning behind the end of all things?" Milo looked at the chessboard and said: "This question, in fact, the blood path did not give an answer. But the sons of the twilight have been trying to solve this problem. To open this answer, they passed down their ideas from generation to generation through blood. In the generation of Archimedes, they already have a relatively clear answer."
"What is the answer?"
Miluo said lightly: "It's harvesting."
"Harvest?" Allen shook his head: "I don't understand, what to harvest? Harvest life?"
"Yes, harvest life. Isn't it obvious that everything is dying in the universe at dusk?" Milo said: "You can think of this universe as a farmland, and everything is the wheat in the field. As for the Twilight Clan, they are farmers who harvest wheat fields."
Allen was startled: "But what does this mean to the Creator?"
"Then I ask you, what's the point of advanced warfare? Invading other planets and starting war for what?" Milo gave Allen the answer: "It's for plunder, the same thing the Creator did . The difference is that what you plunder is resources, and what he plunders is life!"