The sunlight was very good, bright, but not dazzling. Ω
On the contrary, when the sun shone on him, he felt a strong sense of warmth because it was almost dusk. The sun was no longer as powerful as it was during the day. The setting sun at the end of spring shone on Allen's body, and the light flowed through his entire body like flowing water. Reluctantly, it landed at his feet, leaving a very long shadow behind it. He stood there, bathed in the evening light. His eyes were like high-grade rubies, calmly reflecting the figure of another man.
Herthus.
He gave up on Orlando because he sensed Allen's aura. He originally didn't know who that aura belonged to, but seeing Allen, even though this was their first time meeting, Herthus still knew who the young man in front of him was.
"Thief!" Herthus said through gritted teeth.
Allen's hand slipped, and the Devil's Praise was already in his palm. The Origin Tool that hadn't activated its awakened state was calmly held in Allen's palm. Then he asked indifferently, "I don't know you."
"But I know you." Herthus shouted, "You stole our power, but you're not the Son of Dusk. If you're not a thief, then what are you!"
Allen had no intention of arguing with this question. He had previously discussed it with Mitinas, and the Abyssal Fire believed that Allen was a special case. On the path of power, Allen chose the path of atavism. It wasn't that there were no examples of the Twilight Race taking the path of atavism, but they were far less thorough than Allen. There had never been an example like Allen who could enter Eboynes' will before sitting on the Throne of Destruction. It was precisely because of this that Allen could establish a connection with Eboynes and use his blood as a medium to transform into a monarch. Mitinas was even more unable to use this to produce Eboynes' combat units.
In Herthus' eyes, this was undoubtedly the act of a thief.
Allen frowned slightly. "You're a monarch?"
To be honest, Herthus's appearance was very different from the other monarchs. It was purely a feeling, and this feeling was very strong.
At this moment, Mitinas' voice sounded in Allen's mind. "Your Highness, you're back?"
Allen replied in his will, "Yes, I've wasted a lot of time. Mitinas, what's wrong with this guy? He's also a king, right? But why is his aura even thicker than Twilight's? "
"The one you're facing is one of the three peaks that stand above countless Lords, the Flame of the Sky that burns the skies of Eboynes, Lord Herthus. Your Highness, you must be careful. He cannot be compared to a king like Twilight. In the entire Eboynes, only the two monarchs, Fury of Earth and Might of the Sea of Flames, can match him. "
The exchange of wills ended in the blink of an eye. Allen nodded and said, "You are Herthus?"
Herceres pondered for a moment and knew how Allen knew his identity in such a short period of time. He immediately said loudly, "Mitinas, are you going to continue making mistakes? Continue to be loyal to this thief? "
A Firehorned Demon climbed onto the pile of ruins where the two of them were and spat out Mitinas' voice from the Firehorned Demon's mouth, "Respected Lord Herthus, even if His Highness Allen is not the King of Ten Thousand Flames we are waiting for. However, I believe that His Highness Allen has a rare potential. I believe that he will bring about a different change to his homeland. The death of a king, rebirth, this endless cycle of reincarnation. Lord Herthus, don't you think it's time for it to end? "
"Impudent!" Herceres said angrily, "Mitinas, have you forgotten the responsibility of our monarch? That's our destiny, and we should accept it gladly. "
"No, I refuse." Mitinas said through the mouth of the Firehorned Demon, "Perhaps a young monarch like Twilight doesn't know, but I know very well where we monarchs and those combat units came from. The sad soul has been imprisoned in Eboynes for hundreds of millions of years. It has been constantly reincarnated, forgotten, and arbitrarily controlled by others. Then, it has been forcefully implanted with a so-called mission. That's enough, Lord Herceres. When you know that His Highness Allen has escaped the fate of the bloody path. I'm shocked, but at the same time, I'm also happy because I see a possibility in him. "
"His Highness Allen will put an end to all of this. End the fate of us sad puppets that have been reincarnating for hundreds of millions of years. "
"The wheel of fate cannot be escaped, Mitinas. You are destined to be destroyed here. I, Herceres, bet on the reputation of the Sky Flames and swear that I will sweep away all obstacles for His Highness Archimedes. No one can stop the dusk of all things! "Herceres suddenly pointed at the Firehorned Demon.
The Firehorned Demon's feet were first covered with a layer of black crystal, and then flames rushed out from the crystal, blasting the Firehorned Demon into pieces. Of course, this did not cause any substantial harm to Mitinas.
Herceres knew this as well.
But he didn't change his mind.
First, kill the thief in front of him here, then sweep through the enemy's army, and finally execute the rebel monarchs, including Mitinas. Herceres had never doubted his own strength, not to mention that the thief in front of him was no longer favored by the bloody path, and his strength had plummeted. If he still couldn't kill him like this, then he would be called the Flames of the Sky in vain.
"Let me guess. Are you thinking about something? This brat no longer has the bloodline inheritance and his strength has dropped. Wouldn't it be easy to kill him? "Suddenly, the man opposite him said.
"Isn't that so?" Herceres said in a deep voice.
"Indeed, but there are some things you still don't understand."
"For example?"
Allen didn't say anything. The gem on the devil's praise lit up, and a grayish-white flame sprayed out from his hand. The Origin Tool was released to the Fifth Awakening Stance. The Ashes Hymn was held in Allen's hand. Allen took a deep look at the sword. Then, his body slid out and the grayish-white sword was raised. Instantly, a gray rainbow rose from the ruins.
The gray flames spread out with Allen as the origin. No matter what was touched by the grayish-white flames, it would burn violently. As everything burned, Allen stabbed over with his sword. Herceres' pupils contracted slightly. He knew that he would not be able to dodge this sword no matter what. There was no other way other than to fight it head-on. This was impossible, but his intuition told him so.
Then in the next moment, he came to a realization.
That unavoidable feeling was the will that Allen had passed to him through the sword. Allen's will could actually be forcefully transmitted to him. What a powerful spirit this was. Herceres let out a muffled groan. He raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and slowly punched out.
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