"Your description is very moving, but you have to ask me to give up this universe, give up the people around me, I can't do it."Alan said quietly, “Yes, some of the people I met were really jerks.”But there are people I respect, brothers who have life and death, and those of whom I love.I never ask much, I just want to live well with the people around me, but you obviously don't want me to do it, so I will stand in front of you."

The son of the evening said, "It seems that the negotiations have broken down."

“No, if you call the Creator, we can save a lot of effort.”

“Do you want me to betray my own boss?”I can’t do that, and then the Creator will appear in only two situations.First, the twilight of the universe is over.Second, I was utterly destroyed.”The son of the twilight whispered, "There is no third possibility."

Alan exclaimed, "That's all you can do."

“That’s right, if you can do it.”

"I think I can try."Alan finished, the man had disappeared into his original position.Almost as soon as he disappeared, the son of the twilight flashed sideways, and the ash hymn gazing into a gray sword stabbed an empty from behind him.The son of the twilight turned, the sharp blade cut off, and cut the air in the same way.

The next two men moved quickly in the withering hall, repeating the movements of swords and evasion.When their speed is extreme, there are even many figures in the hall.What is even more strange is that although the two people's offensive is urgent, until now, there has been no sound of a long sword, and even the source force has collided at the end.They are all short-and-slow, and they are far away.

Aus Fascist couldn't help but rub his eyes, the speed was not his long, he asked himself that if he faced Alan's high-speed walking style, he would never be able to make it as fast as the son of the twilight.You know that in the battle just now, the son of the twilight was at the end of his best.The emperor could not help but scold, and there was a feeling of being looked down.

The two were divided again, and the ash hymn shrugged over the shoulder of the twilight son, and the sharp blade provoked Alan a few hairs, and after a blow of fruitlessness, the two men separated.

The son of the evening squint squinted: "It seems that you have been able to exercise hard against me, and you can move and attack without a half-pointer, if not my speed can keep up with you, now lie down."

Allen also sighed: "Let's not say, you have a lot of life, bursts, reactions and movements.You're a born fighting machine."

"No way, after all, the Creator wants me to harvest a universe in its place, this is not a simple life, I will always encounter a variety of enemies, so you see, the Creator designed me almost without defects."Whether it is strength, reaction, speed or even spiritual will, I stand at the highest point of the universe, and only a few people are comparable, and the rest are just the waste of death.”

“Perfect,” Alan shook his head, “I don’t believe that there are so-called perfect things in the universe.”As eternal, perfection really appears from the end.If you think it's perfect, it's just that you haven't found it enough."

“So what do you think I’m lacking?”

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

The son of the evening smiled, "Then I will see."

As he had finished speaking, the hall suddenly disappeared in front of him.He stood on a field of wild, blue sky and white clouds, the earth is an endless grassland.There was a wind blowing, a gust of flowers, and a drop of petals falling from the sky.In the distance, there is a towering tree, which is the only thing in the world that is high above the grassland.Everything is so real, whether it is the feeling of the wind blowing over the cheek, or the smell of flowers in the air, even the heat of the sun shining on the body, is constantly telling the son of dusk that the world is real.

Of course not, the real world, which feels so delicately, does not really exist, it is just Alan's spiritual state.

“The spiritual war?”The son of the evening laughed: "Your tricks are also a lot, but in general, the spiritual country is not magnificent, or dangerous."This is your home ground, and you should weaken your opponent as much as possible.But do you want to infect me as a pacifist?”

"No, this is not my world."Alan’s voice sounded behind him.

The son of the evening turned around and saw Alan.Here, he did not have an endless sword, and even the half-empty air machine of the Golden King Flame did not appear.He was more like an ordinary man, standing in the grassland with his bare hands.The son of the twilight squinted, as if aware of something.He reached out his hand, but he did not appear as sharp as he imagined.

“Did you find out?”

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

Alan pointed to the tree in the distance.

The twilight son looked in the direction he pointed, and under the tree stood a priest, who smiled and nodded in this direction.The son of the twilight squinted: “Miro’s personality?”What is the matter, the personality formed by the soul of the source device has not disappeared?”

"Yes, Father Miro, in addition to conveying to me the details of the Dawn plan, has another mission, this spiritual kingdom."Allen said: "This is his world, the rules here are very simple, the rules here are no rules."Yes, the power of rules cannot be used in this world, and even the source power cannot exist in this world.”

“The world is so small, that’s just the scope of what you see.For Father Miro wants to use all his wills to create the rules here.Here, I can beat you hard."Before Alan flashed suddenly, a fist hit his son’s stomach at dusk and blew him up like a cooked shrimp.

The son of the twilight opened his eyes in amazement, and as Alan said, not only the power of the rules could not be used, but even the source power could not be used.Here he is like an ordinary man, of course, not his body, but the conscious body.If the conscious body is damaged, the body in the physical world will also be injured.That is to say, in Miro, the "prison" specially created for him, he was vulnerable at the end.

The spiritual kingdom has one of the most basic rules, and the intensity of the will determines the size of the force here.There is no doubt that the strength of Alan's will, I am afraid to look at the whole universe, which is also the top level.After depriving the forces of arming, of origin, and of the rule, the victory or defeat was determined by the strength of their respective wills alone, which was obviously very unfavorable to the son of the twilight.Even if the Creator gives him the same strong spiritual power, even if he falls into the spiritual kingdom of others, he can also fight back with the help of strong spiritual force.But unlike Alan's willpower, which was honed by countless events, the artificial mental power of the twilight son always has a sense of illusion in the fog to see the flowers.

This gap soon emerged in the ensuing battle.The son of the twilight was almost pressed by Allen, even if he could only use his fist in the special country of Miro, and Alan was now waving his fist as much as the rain, and the son of dusk could only passively raise his arms to pull the block.Alan's fist was raining, staring at his father's face, but his anger grew louder.In particular, the thought that in order to suppress instinct, Archimedes had to leave his mother, causing a huge misunderstanding between the two people who were originally in love.Mother until the moment of death did not know that Archimedes was affectionate for her, and how sad it was.This is the culprit in front of him.

“You should apologize to both of them!”Alan roared and punched his son in the face of the dusk.The latter suddenly kissed the earth, and the whole person smashed into the grass, and he could smell the fiferous incense of the soil and the freshness of the grass leaves, as well as the rusty smell of his mouth.

“What’s the joke...” The dusk son hit the ground hard and propped up his body: “Let me out, is this the battle you want?”Such a fight, what is the honor to say!”

He was greeted by a fist.

Alan punched him in the nose and clicked, and the twilight son’s nose was smashed.This kind of rogue fight made him very angry, but helpless, he was hit by Alan punched back on the ground.Alan threw off the blood stains on his fist and said lightly: "Honor?I don't care, as long as I can kill you, it's no matter what kind of meanness."

The son of the evening spit off the soil and grass in his hand, propped up his body with his hand, and suddenly the corners of his eyes were filled with a toe.Alan didn’t want to get him up and kick him off.When the twilight son rolled into the grass and came back to God, Alan was already riding on him, and a fist hit him on Venus.Then the second punch, the third punch... Alan punched one punch after another, and the face of the son of the dusk was smashed, and Archimedes’s face suddenly blossomed.

“Because of how many people have died...”

“Because of how many people you love can’t be together...”

“Because you should have been living a vibrant life, but wither in advance...”

“You are wrong, you are wrong!”

Allen yelled at the fist, his fists were stained with blood, but he was still like a savage, constantly waving his fist, repeating the mechanical action.The son of the twilight had been swollen by his nose, and at first he could resist, or raise his hand, but now he was powerless to resist, greeted by Alan's fist.

In the hall of withering, the ofascist looked at the two men in amazement, bleeding constantly on the face of the son of dusk, and soon he was almost seven holes bleeding, and it was terrible.Ofascists laughed bitterly, thinking that he had been fighting with his son at dusk for a few days before, and why had he forced his opponent into this field.Now Alan pulled him into the spiritual kingdom, and did not know what means was used, but he beat the son of the dusk into a pig's head.

If it goes on like this, perhaps Alan will kill the son of the dusk.

If that’s the case, the Lord’s heart.