Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 1805: The power of sharpness

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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 their water showed the posture of death so real. 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 bedroom of Shadowcastle, 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, as long as 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, which means that the final moment is about to come. I am looking forward to it." Milo smiled.

Alan 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?"

Miro caught a fallen 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’m just a dead leaf that has fallen off the canopy, and I’m tired of being a tool for the Creator. So, maybe through your hands, I can grow on another big tree and say Uncertain, I want to try, even if there is only a very small hope."

"That's how it is."

"Well, I called you over, but I didn't want to talk to you about this. Let's talk 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.

First, it was a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy. He looked very clever. He was throwing a red short dagger in his hand and 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 is a young man, holding a long black knife in his hand, but the handle is 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 stayed in a daze and looked at the past in turn: "Blood Hymn, Destruction Hymn, Death Hymn, Shatter Hymn..."

"Yes, it is the projection of each stage. Add me, Ashes Hymn, so that, in addition to the final deep swan song, the awakening posture of several stages will be gathered. Then Alan, Accept our challenge." Milo raised his hand, and there was a burning sword in his hand, with pale flames lingering on the sword, which was exactly the gesture of the hymn of the ashes.

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 grinned, 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.

Alan's heart moved, and there was an extra 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 sword, and the blade was cut into flames by these golden rays of light.

Allen just stood up, and an incomparably blatant momentum rose on the left side. 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. Allen lifted the 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 continued to make fierce slashes.

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

Alan wielded a long sword, one enemy and two, but he didn't see any disadvantages. The golden long sword interweaves a majestic sword shadow, like a wind blowing cloud, 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 is indeed the fourth stage of awakening, and the more powerful the source weapon of other stages. Cut it off with one slash, smashing Ellen's sword shadow to pieces, and then with one slash after another, unpretentiously, but attacked Ellen fiercely and abnormally.

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 against the Twilight Son, you will be seriously injured if you are not dead."

Alan 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."

"Ellen, you need to know one thing. The Twilight Sons may not be supreme, but they are born with the power of rules. Especially when the instinct completely takes over the body, it will appear the most deadly The power of the rule of law.” The priest said solemnly, “Instinct calls it sharp. Those who are injured by the force of the sharp cannot quickly recover from the injury by drawing the source power, and even cannot rely on medicine. The only thing you can rely on is yourself. The body's resilience. So you can imagine what the result would be if you were injured by the force of such rules on the battlefield?"

Allen was startled: "How can there be such a powerful rule. 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 can't work. That's why I wanted to test you just now. I expected that now you are too dependent on the source of power, too self-confident in yourself, but you have forgotten your past weaknesses. But this is no wonder you, after all, everyone is like this. When we are strong, we will forget that we are 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 beaten by the blade. Cut open and hit by a bullet, these injuries can be quickly healed by the source force. Even when we become the supreme, we can mobilize a huge amount of terror source power, as long as it is not killed by a single blow, then most of the injuries. Even if it is by another supreme Injured by the power of the rules of the law, you can quickly recover. 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 follow the rules of the universe. Even the rules created by the Supreme are actually based on the forces generated on the basis of the rules of the universe. .However, the sharp power of the Twilight Son is from another universe, so I want to remind you that you need to remember your own weakness. When fighting the Twilight Son, you must remember this. Now I can be sure, that day you On the earth, he didn't want to kill you at all." Milo solemnly said, "Maybe it was your father's will interfering with him. Now that he returns to Eboins, he will definitely find a way to obliterate your father's will. Once successful, he will not be bound. Next time we meet, he will definitely use the power of sharpness, you must be careful and careful."

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

"Don’t underestimate the power of sharpness, because with this power, even if the son of twilight is not the supreme, he can still kill the supreme. This cosmic power system is of little significance to him, so why is it in the past Even if some of the dusks are prevented in the cosmic twilight, a huge price will 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 would have forgotten what it was like to be injured, and even the mood of being weak when he was a little weak. Because now he is standing too high, too strong, and too confident. If you fight with 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 deadly sword. I can only remind you that the Twilight Son must Will use various means to interfere with you, if he has nowhere to go."

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

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

The world is dim.

There is also Capulo who is also in the dim night. 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. Every 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!