The darkness was like a tide, like the wind, like mist. It was formless and intangible, but it had a strong sense of existence. That invisible pressure filled the space.
Milo was still sitting there. He said indifferently, "Stop playing tricks on me. Either come out or scram."
"What a bad temper. As expected of the soul of the previous generation." A voice sounded in the darkness, and then the darkness began to close in and condense into a human figure. Finally, a black-haired, black-clothed man walked towards Miro. He had the same appearance as Allen, but his hair and pupils were so black that it made people despair. However, his skin was strangely pale.
Such a person sat on the wooden stool that Allen had just sat on.
Black Weapon.
Miro smiled and said, "I know you, little fellow. Although you are also an artifact soul, you should at least respect me. I am much older than you. "
"So what if I'm old?" Black Weapon snorted, "Whoever has the bigger fist has the right to speak. Do you understand, old man? "
Miro shrugged and said, "I know what you want to do, little fellow."
"Oh? That's too interesting. I don't even know what I'm doing. Could it be that an old man like you knows me better than me? "Black Weapon hooked his finger and said," Tell me. "
"You voluntarily split your consciousness and left the secondary will in the Origin Tool to ensure that the Origin Tool could be used. The main will resided in Allen's consciousness, right?"
"So what if I am?" Black Weapon asked.
"If that's the case, then it's simple." Miro's expression gradually turned cold. "Normally speaking, your will should have disappeared by now. But now, not only do you still exist, but you can also enter my world without my invitation. Coupled with the huge commotion just now, it seems that not only have you not weakened, you have become stronger and stronger. Let me guess, you are absorbing Allen's spiritual energy to improve yourself, right? "
Black Weapon clapped and said, "Old man, you really have some knowledge."
"So I guess further. Your goal is nothing more than to kill Allen's will and seize his body when you grow strong enough to transcend the pattern of the artifact soul."
"Damn it, just a random guess and you got it right."
Miro said coldly, "You entered my world because you discovered Allen's consciousness and wanted to take the opportunity to erase it. It's a pity that I discovered it as soon as you arrived. After all, this is my world. "
"That's right, so for the sake of convenience next time, go die." Black Weapon suddenly slapped the table. The wooden table split into two and a pitch-black saber stabbed out from under the table. Black Weapon flicked his finger at the blade and slashed at Miro. At the same time, he leaped up, clenched his hands, and pulled down fiercely, pulling out two black thunderbolts and blasting them at Milo.
Miro did not panic. He opened his mouth and spat out a white light that struck the saber. The saber formed from Black Weapon's will immediately shattered into pieces. At the same time, he stomped on the ground and moved back with the wooden stump, allowing Black Weapon's two bolts of lightning to strike the ground. The ground didn't explode. Instead, it caved in and formed an abyss that led to an unknown place.
Black Weapon stood above the abyss, his hands clenched as a pitch-black saber appeared in his hand. The style of the blade was the Anthem of Destruction.
Milo smiled.
"Are you scared silly, old man?" Black Weapon said expressionlessly.
Miro waved his hand and said, "If it wasn't the Anthem of Destruction in your hand, but the Anthem of Ashes, then I would really have to think about how to deal with you. It's a pity that you can only replicate the Anthem of Destruction now. Obviously, you haven't grown to the point where you can control the Anthem of Ashes. There's no need to worry about that. Destroying you is just a matter of raising a finger. "
"Is that so? Then destroy it for me to see! "Black Weapon stomped his feet and dragged the saber towards Miro.
Suddenly, thunder rumbled in the air.
Black Weapon raised his head and his pitch-black pupils constricted slightly.
A sword fell from the sky.
It was as big as a mountain.
It slowly sank, unstoppable.
White Emperor Sword!
At the end of the sword, the sound of the sword tearing through the air was like thunder surging. A struggling expression appeared on Black Weapon's face. In the end, he roared and stopped. Then, his figure disappeared into the air like a bubble.
He left Milo's world of consciousness.
The priest raised his hand and the White Emperor Sword in midair suddenly disappeared. With a wave of his hand, the table that had been cut open by Black Weapon, the displaced wooden stump, and the underground abyss were completely restored to their original state. Miro walked under the tree, picked an apple and took a bite, his expression very hesitant.
Finally, he shrugged and muttered to himself, "Forget it. If I need to, I can erase that fellow at any time. It's good to leave him as an object for Allen to sharpen his will. I just have to find an opportunity to remind him. "
"I hope he can survive this time."
This was a black world.
Black earth, black mountain peaks, surging black rivers, black trees that covered the mountains and plains, and a black city. This world was so lonely, deep, and even desperate.
It was lifeless, as if it was on the verge of destruction, and it could slide into an abyss of eternal damnation at any time. Perhaps one day, it would shatter and return to nothingness.
Fortunately, it was not now.
Therefore, a ray of light streaked through the clouds and landed on the ground, landing in the center of the Black City. It was a light darker than darkness, deeper than despair. It was the Black Weapon.
This was the world of Black Weapon.
Contrary to Miro's calm world, Black Weapon's world was like his heart, deep and unable to see any light.
Dust filled the air. Black Weapon stood up and looked at the black city. He suddenly roared. The long saber in his hand swept around, and the buildings in the city collapsed with him as the center.
Black Weapon's voice was very loud, spreading out of the city and being heard for thousands of miles.
However, it was precisely because his voice was loud that it spread far and wide that it accentuated the loneliness of this world. Black Weapon put down his saber and sat back. Originally, there was nothing behind him. A throne rose from the ground and held Black Weapon.
Black Weapon was like a lonely king, one hand on the armrest, holding his chin.
He waved his hand and the buildings that he had destroyed returned to their original state. With another wave of his hand, people began to walk out of the buildings. Men, women, old men, and children, they were no different from humans. But without exception, their hair was pitch black, their skin was pitch black, their eyes were pitch black, and their clothes were a complete mess. Rather than calling them people, it would be more accurate to call them moving shadows.
The shadow walked around, busy like a real person. However, whether it was the blacksmith who was knocking, the peddlers who were walking in the streets, or the children who were kicking balls. They didn't make any sound and silently shuttled around Black Weapon.
Not only was Black Weapon not lively, he felt even more lonely.
A lonely world, a lonely city.
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