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In the world of will, the ground was no longer as flat as it was at first.
There was a huge pit there, and there was a crack here. The ground was riddled with potholes as if it had been ravaged by the flames of war. To cause such damage, it would require at least the strength of a nation to wage a war.
However, the ground had become like this because of two people.
Allen and Milo. If you want to see classic comics, go to the Stupid Dog Comics Network.
"You've been here for almost a year." Said Milo, sitting on a large rock with a chessboard in his hand, looking relaxed. Milo was playing chess with himself, and the battle on the chessboard was raging.
With the Anthem of Destruction stabbed into the ground, Allen placed his hands on the hilt of the saber and nodded, "To be exact, it's three hundred and sixty-four days."
"Perhaps you'll stay for another three hundred days." Milo picked up a chess piece and placed it on the chessboard.
"Maybe not."
"I don't have that much patience." Milo withdrew his gaze from the chessboard and looked at Allen, "If you can't take it today, you'll really die. Your will will dissipate, and your body on the other side of the Material World will become a walking corpse. "
"No problem, come on." Allen said, "If I fail, then don't mention anything. But if I take it, you have to tell me the truth. "
"The truth of everything!"
Miro did not agree and only said, "We'll talk about it when the time comes."
Then he looked at the sky.
The clouds in the sky surged, and a huge sense of oppression descended from the sky. Allen took a deep breath. He could not be more familiar with this feeling. It was the aura of the White Emperor Sword that was about to appear.
The will of the White Emperor Sword was vast, like mountains and rivers, like the sea of rage, and like the sky. His will was vast, continuous, and peerlessly overbearing. Every time he went against it, it was like going against the entire world.
Allen stretched out his leg and kicked the side of the saber, causing the Anthem of Destruction to bounce up. He lowered his center of gravity, stretched his right leg forward, and extended the huge saber to the left, the tip of the saber pointing. With both hands on the hilt and the side of the saber, Allen assumed the posture of the Heaven Slaying Style.
Then, the White Emperor Sword broke through the clouds.
He made a sound of surprise. In the past year, every time the White Emperor sword attacked, its shape was never the same. But today, this sword was just like the first day. There was no nimble path of the sword, and it simply descended from the sky. Pure and domineering!
He used the first strike as the ending. It vaguely formed some kind of reincarnation. Allen vaguely comprehended it, but now was not the time for him to think deeply about it. His eyes lit up. At this moment, his spirit and will were completely focused on the giant sword falling from the sky.
Suddenly, he remembered many things.
The fiery past, the familiar faces, the magnificent and beautiful scenes, the vast universe, and the dazzling galaxy. In the end, he saw the back of that figure.
Archimedes's back.
With his back facing Allen, he walked towards the Throne of Destruction …
A long howl suddenly reverberated through the earth.
Miro, who was picking up a chess piece, froze. The chess piece turned into sand in his hand. Then the chessboard, and then the boulder beneath him. He landed on the ground. Circles of dust and sand blew over, but they naturally parted on Miro's left and right. The priest raised his head and looked at Allen. Allen's figure was covered by the boiling sand, but the sand could not obscure Miro's vision, so he saw Allen. He saw Allen slash the sky with his saber, and saw his mighty will form a fierce giant saber in mid-air, fiercely and violently meeting the White Emperor Sword.
That saber was 70% similar to the Anthem of Destruction.
The will on the saber did not lose to the White Emperor Sword!
Thus, the corners of Miro's mouth curled into a smile.
The saber and sword collided in mid-air. It was like two worlds colliding, and heaven and earth lost color.
Milo knew that this was a clash of wills and spirits. It was a collision between Allen and Archimedes. The father and son were facing each other in such a way.
Then, the saber and sword in mid-air turned into floating spots of light that filled the sky.
The White Emperor Sword had been received by Allen.
The dancing pieces of light were like a heavy snow. Allen walked over in the 'snow'. He didn't walk fast, but in the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Miro. This world was supported by Miro's will, and the rules of this world were set by Miro. However, after receiving the White Emperor Sword, Allen's will could already change the rules. This was precisely the manifestation of Miro's will being affected by it. Miro knew this, and the smile on his lips grew wider.
"Can you tell me the truth now?" Allen asked softly.
"Let me think, where should I start?"
Miro raised his hand, and the gravel under their feet moved up and rotated, forming a stone table and chair on the ground. A chessboard appeared on the stone table again, but there were no chess pieces on the chessboard. Miro sat down on a stone chair and said, "Let's start with your Dusk Clan."
"Sounds like it's going to be a long story." Alan sat down in another chair.
"It's indeed quite long. Originally, if you sat on the Throne of Destruction, Bloodpath would share ancient memories with you. Of course, it's not that convenient now, so I can only tell you. "Miro raised his hand, and a chess piece appeared in his hand. He threw it out and landed on the chessboard. "Allen, the Dusk Clan is just a tool in the hands of the Creator."
"The Creator? Who is the Creator? "
"I don't know." Miro shook his head. "Perhaps a god, or perhaps a higher dimension life? We only know that the information obtained from Bloodpath shows that the Creator created the Dusk Clan and the Eboynes civilization. "
"Eboynes."
"That's right, Eboynes. This civilization isn't made of matter, but a world of will. It should be a world formed by the projection of the Creator's will. That world isn't in the physical world, nor is it in this universe. "
"Wait." Allen asked, "You kept mentioning this universe. Could it be that there's another universe? "
Miro glanced at him and smiled. "Why not? Space has multiple dimensions. Are there no other universes with other dimensions? "
"Let's go back to the Creator. He created the Dusk Clan and placed them in this universe. So, what's the use of the Dusk Clan? "
Allen said casually, "The end of all things, the twilight of the universe."
"That's right. Have you ever thought about the meaning behind the end of all things?" Miro looked at the chessboard and said, "Bloodpath didn't give an answer to this question. The Sons of Dusk have been trying to unravel this answer. They passed down their ideas through Bloodpath from generation to generation. By Archimedes's generation, there was already a clearer answer. "
"What's the answer?"
Miro said indifferently, "It's harvesting."
"Harvesting?" Allen shook his head. "I don't understand. Harvesting what? Harvesting life? "
"Yes, harvesting life. The twilight of the universe and the withering of all things. Isn't that obvious? " Miro said, "You can think of this universe as a farmland, and all things as the wheat in the field. As for the Dusk Clan, they are the farmers who harvest the wheat fields. "
Allen was stunned. "But what does this mean to the Creator?"
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