"Your description is very moving, but if you want me to give up this universe and the people around me, I can\'t do it." Allen said calmly, "That\'s right, some of the people I met were indeed bastards." But there are also people I respect, brothers who have been through life and death with me, and people I love. I never ask for much. I only want myself and the people around me to live well, but you obviously don\'t want me to do that, so I\'m standing in front of you. "
The Twilight Child spread out his hands and said, "Looks like the negotiations broke down."
"No, if you summon the Creator over, we can save a lot of effort."
"You want me to betray my master? I can\'t do that. Besides, the Creator will only appear in two circumstances. First, the twilight of the universe is over. Second, I will be completely destroyed. "" There is no third possibility, "said the Twilight Child in a deep voice.
Allen exhaled softly, "In that case, you can only be destroyed."
"That\'s right, as long as you can do it."
"I think I can give it a try." After Allen finished speaking, he had already disappeared from his original position. Almost as soon as he disappeared, the Twilight Child dodged sideways, and the gray-white sword condensed into Ashes Hymn pierced through the air from behind him. The Twilight Child turned around and slashed with his sharp blade, also cutting through the air.
Next, the two of them moved quickly in the withered hall, repeating the movements of drawing their swords and dodging. When their speed reached its limit, even many figures appeared in the hall. What was even more strange was that although the two of them were attacking in a hurry, there was not a single sound of swords colliding until now, and not even Origin Energy had collided. If he missed his attack, he would instantly flee far away.
Orfasis couldn\'t help but rub his eyes. Speed was not his forte. He asked himself if he faced Allen\'s high-speed wandering style, he would definitely not be able to use speed like the Twilight Child. It could be seen that in the battle just now, the Twilight Child had not used his full strength at all. The Great Emperor couldn\'t help but curse softly, feeling as if he had been looked down upon.
The two of them clashed and separated. Ashes' Hymn slid past the Son of Dusk's shoulder, and the Sharp Blade picked up a few strands of Allen's hair. After another fruitless attack, the two of them separated.
The Son of Dusk narrowed his eyes. "Looks like you've trained hard against me. You can actually move and attack without the slightest hint of aura. If it weren't for my speed being able to keep up with you, I'd be lying on the ground by now."
Allen also sighed. "Putting aside your sharpness, you're good at endurance, burst, reaction, and movement. You're a natural-born fighting machine. "
"It can't be helped. After all, the Creator hopes that I can help him harvest a universe. This isn't a simple task. I will always encounter all kinds of enemies. So, you see, the Creator designed me to be almost flawless. Be it strength, reaction, speed, or even spiritual willpower, I stand at the peak of this universe. Only a few people can compare to me. The rest are just trash sent to their deaths. "
"Perfect …" Allen shook his head. "I don't believe that there is such a thing as perfection in the universe. It's like eternity, and perfection has never truly appeared. If you think it's perfect, it's just that you haven't discovered its shortcomings. "
"So, what do you think I'm lacking?"
"I don't know, but I think I'll find it."
The Son of Dusk smiled slightly. "Then I'll really wait and see."
As soon as he finished speaking, the withered hall in front of him suddenly disappeared. He stood on a fertile field. In a world of blue sky and white clouds, the ground was a boundless grassland. There was a wind blowing, and bursts of floral fragrance came, as well as scattered petals floating down from the sky. In the distance, there was a towering tree, the only thing in this world that was taller than the grassland. Everything felt so real, whether it was the feeling of the wind blowing across his cheeks, the fragrance of flowers in the air, or even the heat of the sun shining on his body, they all kept telling the Son of Dusk that this world was real.
Of course, this was not the case. This world that felt so exquisite and real did not really exist. It was just Allen's spiritual kingdom.
"Spiritual war?" The Son of Dusk laughed. "You have a lot of tricks, but generally speaking, spiritual kingdoms are either magnificent or extremely dangerous. This is your home ground, and you should weaken your opponent as much as possible. But you're so peaceful. Are you trying to infect me into becoming a pacifist? "
"No, this is not my world." Allen's voice rang out from behind him.
The Son of Dusk turned around and saw Allen. Here, he didn't have the Endless Sword Armor on him, and not even the slightest bit of the Golden King Flame appeared. He was more like an ordinary person, standing empty-handed in the grassland. The Son of Dusk narrowed his eyes as if he had realized something. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it, but there was no sharp blade as he had imagined.
"Did you find out?"
Allen smiled faintly. "I told you, this is not my spiritual kingdom. It's his … "
Allen pointed at the tree in the distance.
The Son of Dusk looked in the direction he was pointing and saw a priest standing under the tree. He smiled and nodded in this direction. The Son of Dusk narrowed his eyes. "Miro's personality? What's going on? The personality formed by the soul of the Origin Tool hasn't disappeared? "
"That's right. Apart from passing on the details of the Dawn Project to me, Father Miro has another mission, which is this spiritual kingdom." Allen said, "This is his world. The rules here are very simple. The rule here is that there are no rules. That's right, the power of the rules cannot be used in this world. Even Origin Energy and Armament cannot exist in this world. "
'"This world is very small. That's all you can see. Because Father Miro wants to use all of his will to create the rules here. Here, I can beat you up. " Allen suddenly flashed forward and punched the Son of Dusk in the stomach, causing him to arch his body like a cooked shrimp.
The Son of Dusk widened his eyes in surprise. Indeed, as Allen had said, not only could he not use the power of the rules, he could not even use Origin Energy. Here, he was like an ordinary person. Of course, it wasn't his body here, but his consciousness. However, if his consciousness was injured, his body in the material world would also be injured. In other words, in Miro's "prison", which was specially made for him, he was as vulnerable as ever.
There was one basic rule in the Spiritual Kingdom. The strength of one's will determined the amount of power here. Without a doubt, Allen's will was so strong that it was probably at the top of the entire universe. After depriving him of his armor, Origin Energy, and Rule Power, it was obvious that this was very disadvantageous to the Son of Dusk. Even if the Creator had given him the same tyrannical Spirit, he could still use his tyrannical Spirit to counterattack even if he fell into someone else's spiritual kingdom. However, compared to Allen's willpower, which had been tempered by countless events, the artificial Spirit of the Son of Dusk always had an illusory feeling of seeing flowers in a fog.
This gap quickly appeared in the following battle. The Son of Dusk was almost suppressed by Allen. Even though he could only use his fists in Miro's special kingdom, Allen's fists were like rain, and the Son of Dusk could only passively raise his arms to block. Allen's fists rained down as he stared at his father's face, but the anger in his heart grew stronger and stronger. Especially when he thought of how Archimedes had to leave his mother in order to suppress his instincts, causing a huge misunderstanding between the two people who were originally in love. Until the moment his mother died, she didn't know Archimedes's deep feelings for her. How sad was this? It was the culprit in front of him who caused these regrets.
"You should apologize to the two of them!" Allen roared and punched the Son of Dusk in the face. The latter immediately kissed the ground and smashed into the grass. He could smell the fragrance of the earth, the freshness of the grass, and the smell of rust in his mouth.
"Are you kidding me …" The Son of Dusk smashed the ground hard and propped himself up. "Let me out. Is this the battle you want? What honor is there in such a battle! "
What greeted him was a fist.
Allen punched him heavily in the nose, and with a crack, the Son of Dusk's nose was smashed off. This hooligan-like behavior made him deeply angry, but there was nothing he could do. He was punched back to the ground by Allen. Allen shook off the blood on his fist and said indifferently, "Honor? I don't care. As long as I can kill you, it doesn't matter how despicable I am. "
The Son of Dusk spat out the soil and grass in his hand and propped himself up with his hand. The corner of his eye was suddenly filled with the tip of a foot. Allen didn't intend to let him get up at all and kicked him away. The Son of Dusk rolled into the grass, and when he came to, Allen was already on top of him, punching him until he saw stars. Then a second punch, a third punch … Allen punched him one after another in the face of the Son of Dusk, and Archimedes's face immediately 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, lives that should have been full of vitality withered in advance …"
"You're wrong, you're wrong!"
Allen roared as he waved his fists. His fists were already covered in blood, but he still waved his fists like a barbarian, repeating this mechanical action. The Son of Dusk had already been beaten black and blue by him. At first, he could still resist, or raise his hand to block, but now, he was powerless to resist, and was constantly greeted intimately by Allen's fists.
In the withered hall, Orfasis stared at the two of them with his mouth agape. Blood continued to ooze out of the Son of Dusk's face, and soon he was bleeding from all seven orifices. Orfasis smiled bitterly, thinking about how he had fought against the Son of Dusk for several days, when had he ever forced his opponent into such a state? Now that Allen had pulled him into the Spirit Kingdom, he didn't know what method he had used, but he had beaten the Son of Dusk into a pig's head.
If this continued, Allen might kill the Son of Dusk.
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