Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 1895: Prison

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"Your description is very moving, but you want me to give up this universe and give up the people around me. I can't do it." Allen said calmly, "Yes, some of the people I met are indeed It’s a jerk. But there are also people I respect, brothers with whom I live and die, and those who I love them. I never ask much. I only hope that I and the people around me can live well, but You obviously do not intend to let me do this, so I will stand in front of you."

The Twilight Son stretched out his hands and said: "It seems that the negotiation broke down."

"No, if you summon the Creator, we can save a lot of effort."

"Let me betray my master? I can't do that. Besides, the Creator will only appear in two situations. First, the cosmic twilight is over. Second, I am completely destroyed." Son of Twilight Shen said: "Besides, there is no third possibility."

Allen sighed softly: "So, I can only destroy you."

"Yes, as long as you can do it."

"I think I can try." After Allen said, the man has disappeared in his original position. Almost as soon as he disappeared, the Twilight Son flashed sideways, and the hymn of ashes condensed into a gray long sword and pierced into the air behind him. The Twilight Son turned around, and the sharp blade cut away, also cutting the air.

Then the two moved quickly in the hall of withering, repeating their sword and evasive actions. When they showed their speed to the extreme, many figures even appeared in the hall. What is even more strange is that, although the two have been on the offensive, they have not made a sound of long swords until now, and even the source force has never collided. All of them missed a hit, and they quickly escaped.

Ofascius couldn't help but rubbed his eyes. The speed is not what he is good at. He asked himself if facing Allen's high-speed wandering style, he would definitely not be able to be as fast as the Twilight Son. It can be seen that in the battle just now, the Son of Twilight didn't even try his best. The emperor could not help cursing in a low voice, quite a feeling of being looked down upon.

The two joined and separated at once, the Ashes Anthem slid across the shoulders of the Twilight Son, and the sharp blade picked up a few hairs of Alan. After another blow to no avail, the two separated.

The Twilight Son squinted his eyes: "It seems that you have done a lot of hard training against me, and you are able to move and attack without a half aura. If it is not for my speed, you can still keep up with you. , Now you have to lie down."

Allen also sighed: "Leave aside the power of sharpness, you are good at battery life, burst, reaction and movement. You are simply a natural fighter machine."

"No way, after all, the Creator hopes that I can reap a universe instead of it. This is not a simple task. I will always encounter all kinds of enemies. So you see, the Creator designed me to be almost flawless. No matter it is power , Reaction, speed and even spiritual will, I stand at the highest point of this universe, only a few people can compare, the rest are nothing but waste to die."

"Perfect..." Allen shook his head, "I don't believe that there is so-called perfection in the universe. It is as eternal, and perfection has never really appeared. If you think it is perfect, you just haven't discovered its shortcomings. That's it."

"Then what do you think is my shortcoming?"

"I don't know, but I think I will find it."

The Twilight Son smiled slightly: "Then I will wait and see."

Just as he finished speaking, suddenly the hall of withering in front of him disappeared. He stood on a fertile field, in a world of blue sky and white clouds, the earth was an endless grassland. The wind blows, and there are bursts of floral fragrance and scattered petals floating down the sky. In the distance, there is a towering tree, which is the only thing in this world that is higher than the grassland. Everything is so real, whether it is the sensation of the wind blowing on the cheeks, the fragrance of flowers in the air, and even the heat of the sun shining on the body, they are constantly telling the Twilight Son that this world is real.

Of course this is not the case. This world that feels so delicate and real does not really exist, it is just the spiritual kingdom of Allen.

"Spiritual war?" The Twilight Son laughed: "You have a lot of tricks, but generally speaking, the spiritual kingdom is either magnificent or dangerous. This is your home court. You should weaken your opponents as much as possible. That’s right. But if you come up with such a peaceful look, do you intend to infect me to become a pacifist?"

"No, this is not my world." Allen's voice rang behind him.

The Twilight Son turned around and saw Alan. Here, he didn't have endless sword outfits on his body, and he didn't even show the half aura of the Golden King Yan. He is more like an ordinary person, standing in the grassland with his bare hands. The Twilight Son narrowed his eyes, seeming to realize something. He stretched out his hand to catch it, but there was no sharp blade as he imagined it.

"Did you find it?"

Allen smiled faintly: "I said, this is not my spiritual kingdom. It's his..."

Alan pointed to the tree in the distance.

The Twilight Son looked in the direction he was pointing, and there was a priest standing under the tree. He smiled and nodded in this direction. The Twilight Son squinted his eyes: "Miro's personality? What's the matter, the personality formed by the source weapon's soul hasn't disappeared?"

"Yes, in addition to passing me the detailed links of Project Dawn, Father Milo has another mission, which is this spiritual kingdom." Allen said, "This is his world, and the rules here are very Simple, the rules here are that there are no rules. Yes, the power of rules cannot be used in this world, and even source power and weapons cannot exist in this world."

"The world is very small, just the extent you can see. Because Father Milo wants to use all his will to create the rules here. Here, I can beat you hard." Allen Suddenly, he hit the Twilight Son’s stomach with a fist, and he arched his body like a cooked shrimp.

The Twilight Son opened his eyes wide in surprise. As Allen said, not only the power of the rules cannot be used, but even the source power cannot be used. Here he is like an ordinary person, of course, here is not his body, but the consciousness body. But if the consciousness is injured, the body in the material world will also be injured. In other words, in Milo, the "prison" specially made for him, he is the most vulnerable before.

The spiritual kingdom has one of the most basic rules. The strength of the will determines the size of the power here. There is no doubt that the strength of Alan's will is probably at the top level in the entire universe. After depriving the weapon, the source power and the power of the rules, the victory and defeat can be determined only by the strength of their will, which is obviously very unfavorable for the Twilight Son. Even if the Creator gave him the same tyrannical mental power, even if he fell into the spiritual realm of others, he could use the tyrannical mental power to fight back. But compared to Allen's willpower sharpened by countless events, the man-made mental power of the Twilight Son always has the illusion of looking at flowers in the mist.

This gap will soon be revealed in the ensuing battle. The Twilight Son was almost crushed and beaten by Allen, even if he could only use his fists in Milo's special country, Allen was throwing his fist like rain at the moment, and the Twilight Son could only passively raise his arms to block. Alan fist like rain, staring at his father's face, but his anger is getting bigger and bigger. Especially thinking that Archimedes had to leave his mother in order to suppress instinct, causing a huge misunderstanding between two people who were in love. Until the moment of her death, her mother didn't know Archimedes' affection for her. It was such a sad thing. It is the culprit in front of him that caused these regrets.

"You should, apologize to both of them!" Alan yelled, and hit the Twilight Son in the face with a punch. The latter immediately kissed the earth and plunged into the grass. He could smell the fragrance of the earth and the freshness of the grass, as well as the smell of rust in his mouth.

"What are you kidding?" The Twilight Son slammed the ground hard and propped up his body: "Let me go out, is this the battle you want? What honor is there for such a battle!"

He was greeted by a fist.

Ellen hit his nose with a heavy fist, and with a click, the nose of the Twilight Son was knocked off. This act like a gangster fight made him deeply angry, but helplessly, he was thrown back to the ground with a punch by Allen. Allen shook off the blood stains on his fist and said lightly: "Honor? I don't care. As long as I can kill you, it doesn't hurt to be more vile."

The Twilight Son threw out the mud and grass in his hands, propped up his body with his hands, and suddenly the corner of his eyes was filled with a toe. Allen didn't intend to get him up at all, and kicked him into the air. The Twilight Son rolled into the Cao Cong, and when he recovered, Alan was already riding on him, hitting him with gold stars in his eyes. Then the second punch, the third punch... Allen punched one after another, hitting the Son of Twilight's face painfully, and Archimedes's face suddenly bloomed.

"Because of you, how many people have sacrificed..."

"Because of you, how many people who love each other can't be together..."

"Because of you, the life that should have been thriving and vigorous, but withered in advance..."

"You are wrong, you are wrong!"

Alan yelled as he threw his fist, his fists were stained with blood, but he was still shaking his fists like a barbarian, repeating this mechanical action. The Twilight Son has been bruised and swollen by him. At first he could resist a bit, or raise his hand to block, but now, he has no power to resist, and Alan's fist kept greeted him intimately.

In the Hall of Withering, Orfascius stared at the two dumbfoundedly, bleeding constantly on the face of the Twilight Son, and soon he almost bleeds from seven holes, which is terrible. Orfasis smiled helplessly, wondering how he had forced his opponent to this field after fighting with the Twilight Son for several days. Now Alan dragged him into the spiritual realm, and he didn't know what method was used, but he beat the Twilight Son into a pig.

If this continues, maybe Alan will kill the Twilight Son.

It would be great if this is the case, the emperor said in his heart.