Chapter 1637: Looting

In the world of will, the earth is no longer flat as before. A big hole there, a crack here. The ground became potholed as if it had been devastated by the flames of war. To cause such damage, it would at least be a national war involving the power of the whole country.

But the ground became like this only because of two people.

Allen and Miro.

"You've been here for nearly a year." Milo said, sitting on a big rock with a chessboard at hand, with a relaxed expression. Milo was playing chess with himself, and the battle was raging on the chessboard.

The Anthem of Destruction was inserted into the ground, and Allen put his hands on the long handle of the knife, nodded and said, "To be precise, it is three hundred and sixty-four days."

"Maybe you will stay for another three hundred days." Milo picked up a chess piece and put it on the board.

"Probably not."

"I don't have that much patience anymore." Milo withdrew his gaze from the chessboard and looked at Allen: "If you can't catch it today, you will really die. The will will dissipate, and the body on the other side of the material world will become A walking dead."

"No problem, come on." Allen said: "If I fail, then nothing will happen. But if I accept, you have to tell me the truth."

"The truth of everything!"

Milo didn't agree either, but said, "We'll talk about it later."

Then look to the sky.

The clouds in the sky surged, and a huge sense of oppression descended from the sky. Allen took a deep breath, and he was all too familiar with this feeling. That is the aura that the White Emperor Sword is about to appear,

The spirit of the White Emperor Sword is so great that it is like mountains and rivers, like the raging sea, and like the sky. He is full of vigor and unparalleled domineering, and every time he fights against it, it is like fighting against the whole world.

Allen stretched out his legs and kicked the side of the knife lightly, and the Anthem of Destruction bounced. He lowered his center of gravity, stretched his right leg forward, stretched the huge knife to the left, and pointed the tip of the knife. Holding the long handle and the side grip of the knife with both hands, Allen assumed a posture of cutting the sky.

Then the White Emperor Sword broke through the clouds and descended.

He said "huh", in the past nearly a year, the shape of every attack by the White Emperor Sword has not been the same. But today, this sword is just like the first day, there is no agile sword path, it just falls from the sky. Pure and domineering!

Use the sword at the beginning as the ending. Some kind of reincarnation was vaguely formed, and Allen had a vague understanding, but now he has no time to think deeply. His eyes lit up, and all his energy and will at this moment were focused on the giant sword that fell that day.

Suddenly he remembered many things.

Those flaming pasts, those familiar faces, the magnificent or beautiful scenes, the magnificent universe, and the bright galaxy. Finally, he saw that figure from the back.

The back of Archimedes.

He turned his back on Allen and headed towards the throne of destruction

Suddenly, a long howl echoed across the earth.

Milo, who was picking up a pawn, froze, and the pawn melted away in his hands. Then came the chessboard, and then the boulder under him. When he fell to the ground, circles of dust and sand came violently, but they separated naturally around Milo. The priest raised his head and looked towards Allen. Alan's figure was covered by the boiling wind and sand, but the wind and sand couldn't cover Milo's sight, so he saw Alan. Seeing Allen slashing the sky with his sword, seeing his mighty spirit forming a fierce giant sword in mid-air, and facing the Baidi Sword ferociously and furiously.

That knife is seven points similar to the Anthem of Destruction.

The spirit on the knife is not inferior to the Baidi Sword!

So Milo's mouth cornered into a smile.

The knife and the sword collided in mid-air, as if two worlds collided with each other, and the sky and the earth turned pale.

Milo knew that it was a collision of spirits and a collision of will. It was the collision between Allen and Archimedes, the father and son, facing each other in this form.

Then the knives and swords in the midair turned into scattered light spots all over the sky.

The White Emperor Sword was taken over by Allen.

The flying light was like a heavy snowfall. Allen picked up his steps in the "snow". He walked slowly, but in the blink of an eye, Milo was already in front of him. This world is supported by Milo's will,

The rules of this world are made by Milo. But after receiving the White Emperor Sword, Alan's will can already modify the rules, which is exactly the manifestation of Miro's will being affected by it. Milo also knew this, and the smile on the corner of his mouth grew stronger.

"Can you tell me the truth?" Allen asked softly.

"Let me think about it, where should I start?"

Milo raised his hand, and the gravel under their feet was raised and rotated, forming a pair of stone tables and chairs on the ground. A chessboard floated up on the stone table again, but there were no pieces on the chessboard. Milo sat down on a stone chair: "Let's start with you Twilight Clan."

"Sounds like a long story." Allen sat down on another chair.

"It's really quite long. Originally, if you sat on the throne of destruction, Blood Road would share the ancient memories with you. Of course it's not so convenient now, so I can only tell you." pieces. Just throw it out and fall into the chessboard: "Alan, the Twilight Clan is just a tool in the hands of the Creator."

"The Creator? Who is the Creator?"

"I don't know." Milo shook his head: "Maybe it's a god, maybe it's a life of a higher dimension? We only know that the information we got from Bloodway shows that the Creator created the Twilight Clan and the existence of the Eboins civilization. "

"Eboynes."

"That's right, Eboins. This civilization is not made up of matter, but a world of will. It should be the world formed under the projection of the creator's will. That world is not in the material world, not in this universe."

"Wait." Allen asked, "You kept mentioning this universe just now. Could it be that there is another universe?"

Milo glanced at him and said with a smile, "Why not? Space has multiple dimensions, so isn't there a universe of other dimensions?"

"Let's go back to the Creator. He created the Twilight Clan and put them into this universe. Then, what is the function of the Twilight Clan?"

Allen said casually: "End of everything, cosmic dusk."

"That's right, then have you ever thought about the meaning behind the end of everything?" Milo looked at the chessboard and said, "Bloodway has not actually given an answer to this question. And the Sons of Twilight of all ages have been trying to solve this answer." , They have passed down their ideas from generation to generation through blood, and in Archimedes' generation, they already have a relatively clear answer."

"What's the answer?"

Milo said indifferently: "It's harvesting."

"Harvest?" Allen shook his head: "I don't understand, what to harvest? Harvest life?"

"Yes, harvesting life. Isn't it obvious that everything is withered at dusk in the universe?" Milo said, "You can think of this universe as a farmland, and everything is the wheat in the field. As for the Twilight Clan , the farmer who reaps the wheat.”

Allen was taken aback: "But what does this mean to the Creator?"

"Then let me ask you, what is the point of advanced warfare? What is the purpose of invading other planets and setting off wars?" Miro gave the answer for Allen: "It is for plunder, and the Creator did the same thing. The difference What is worse is that what you plundered was resources, but what he plundered was life!"