The Etiquette of the Soldiers is To Meet Up

Inside the temple, there are tortuous loops and endless passages, like a labyrinth with no clear direction.

If you follow the normal way, Alan will definitely not be able to find the right path in a short time.

But why bother to follow the normal way.

Go straight all the way without twists and turns.

Allen turned into a streamer, a form of heavenly sword, smashed all the shackles, and cut straight toward the center.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

At this moment, Alan seemed to be the most arrogant and direct demolition machine, smashing a wall, crushing a circle, as if rushing towards the deepest part of the temple without being affected at all.

Although this temple occupies an extremely large area, its longitudinal length is only two or three kilometers, which is not too long.

Moreover, there is no room for stretching, the miracle of Mustard Sumeru.

Therefore, even if Allen's speed was affected to a certain extent because of the forced demolition, he had already reached his destination in about half a minute.

The labyrinth of roads has disappeared, replaced by a large open space.

The surrounding area is empty, surrounded by dark and dark walls, with strange twisted runes and **** and stern magic patterns engraved on it.

The shapes are different and not common, and there is even a trend of faint changes in activity.

Like a ghost, wandering endlessly, mysterious and weird, with the darkest aura.

However, at this time, Allen did not look at the surrounding walls.

He just looked straight at the center of the clearing, the piled tabletop, on the high table like an altar.

Standing on it was Mylock Dracula who Alan had been following into this place.

The altar is quite high, but it is not flat. It is high on all sides and slightly lower in the center, forming a faint pit.

And in that depression, at this time there was a scarlet, bright, tyrannical thing that seemed to exude endless wailing blood.

The blood is solid, like flowing blood, with a gel-like shape.

The magic pattern on the altar has been lighted up, as bright as a charged lamp line, there is endless energy flow in it, and it is ready to go.

"Mallock, if you can catch it now, you can still take it lightly."

The wrist trembles slightly, the long knife trembles slightly, and the dust that has not been contaminated in the previous process of breaking the wall is thrown away. Alan looks at the man with his back to him and looking up at the dome, and speaks in a deep voice.

He didn't really want the other party to get caught with nothing, and he didn't have such a naive idea.

He said so, just hoping to get some information from the other side's words.

About their plan, about their plan, about their purpose.

Even, as to what is going on here, which Cthulhu is communicating with?

"Alan Shulias?"

Melok put his hands behind his back, did not turn around, still maintained the previous posture, asked in a tone with a faint smile.

This tone is not so much a question of the identity of the visitor, it is not a sigh.

After the words, he put away a slightly complicated sigh, and said indifferently.

"Is the executive department doing things so verbose now?"

The words are calm, with unspeakable power, as if they are full of confidence, there is nothing impossible in the world, and there is no fear of fear in the heart.

"Your treatment is naturally different from others."

Alan's eyes flashed, and he started to move in the direction of Mellock, and said casually.

He didn't mean anything of his own. On the contrary, his steps were extremely steady, strong and powerful, like thunder shaking the world, and like a landslide, every step seemed to step on the pulse of the earth, in response to the rhythm of the heavens and the earth. .

"Oh, how is it different?"

This sentence seemed to arouse the interest of Mellock, half turned around, looked at Alan who was constantly approaching him, raised his eyebrows, and said curiously.

"In this case, if I hack you to death, there will be no problem."

Once up and down, Allen raised his head slightly, revealing a somewhat **** smile, and said indifferently without any emotion.

"Hahaha, good! Good! Good!"

"It's worthy of being the heir of Roy Xiulias, this style and demeanor really come down in the same line."

Melok was not annoyed at Allen's unconcealed provocation, but rather as if a switch was turned on, he laughed boldly, half-loud, and then looked at Allen with a very tyrannical look after stopping. Said.

For the praise of Mylock, Allen naturally did not produce the slightest mood swing.

Even if he was curious about the other party's words, he was curious about what kind of contact the other party had with his father and what kind of relationship it was.

However, all of this has nothing to do with the current situation, and has nothing to do with the positions of both parties.

Therefore, those words are just ordinary.

He just slowly increased the frequency of steps, his eyes were cold.

With every step taken, there seems to be an unstoppable Pei Ran vigorously attached to him, and Alan’s aura becomes more and more solemn, like a sacred mountain of ancient times, and like the boundless sky, with an ancient wilderness. Tolerance.

Heavy and ancient, with unworldly coercion.

This aura is really so powerful that it even manifests itself in the material world as if it were in substance.

The "potential" behind Allen became clearer and clearer, even if the mist that obscured the true face still hadn't cleared away, but the solidity, the heaviness, and the vastness that swelled for an unknown amount of time had already explained the problem.

However, for all of this, Milok didn't seem to see it at all, but he still said in a memory-like tone.

"Your father was so talented back then, so wise and martial, with extraordinary bearing."

"I still remember that when Roy Shulias cut my blood source wings, you looked like you."

At this time, seeming to notice that Alan has speeded up to the point of trotting up, Mylock said with some excitement, "Yes, that's it."

Alan remained silent, just following his own rhythm, brewing his own lore.

"Do you know? I actually hate him very much."

"Because of his stab, it broke my path to advance to gold and cut off my possibility of hitting the sacred."

"If that weren't the case, I wouldn't be able to do so now, and I'm still hovering at the peak of the Silver Step."

At this time, Allen's speed had begun to increase, and was no longer as slow as it was at the beginning.

He leaned down slightly, holding the long knife in his right hand, and the tip of the knife leaning toward the ground.

The howling wind has begun to sound, and the bitter chill has begun to brew a prologue.

All this is a signal that the general attack is about to begin.

However, Mylock still behaved extremely calmly, just standing there, talking to himself.

"However, if it weren't for him, I wouldn't be able to embark on the road today, which is the road leading to the golden rank with [Yi] as the core."

"Unfortunately, even if I have reached the point where I am now, from the Golden Stage, there is still an insurmountable moat."

"This is not a defect that manpower can make up for, but a loss of the origin of life."

"So, it is absolutely impossible for me to allow anyone to sabotage, do you understand?"

Mylock raised his head and looked into the air, with a calm tone, but with an icy determination, like an iceberg for eternity.

Boom!

In the midair, a scarlet light curtain suddenly appeared.

The platinum streamer looked like a meteorite falling from the sky. After tens of thousands of kilometers, it slammed into it with incomparable strength and power, sending out a loud sound like a thousand miles of thunder, and a hundred miles of mountains and rivers shaking the mountains together.

The voice was too loud and loud.

Even, the sound wave containing terrifying energy, the huge shock wave like the meteorite falling to the ground, burst from the junction of the platinum streamer and the scarlet light curtain, and then spread in all directions.

Hit the ground, hit the dome, hit the wall full of bloody, weird, stern and twisted lines.

Click! Click! Click...

The sound was not loud, it was already faint to the extreme, and in today's chaotic environment, it was almost nothing.

As a result, even if the roads are different, the personalities are different, but Alan and Mylock, who are also standing on the silver level, have not heard.

However, the fine cracks and crevices were slowly and quietly, and the cracks in the ground walls spread out like a spider weaving a web, covering a large area.

The material structure of the dome is different from the surroundings of the ground, so it has not been greatly affected.

However, the scarlet energy flow on it, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, has produced a lot of fluctuations. It seems that the water flow is so large that it overflows the water pipe, and it overflows a lot.

Even an extremely troublesome turbulence was formed, causing the originally smooth operation to appear extremely troublesome confusion.

However, at this time, Mellock had no intention of caring about this.

Even if it was him, it was impossible for him to be distracted when facing Allen's full blow.

This is not self-confidence, but arrogance.

It is irresponsibility for life, it is irresponsibility for oneself.

To be honest, Mellock, for Alan’s attack, it was shocking!

Although, he has learned about Allen's strength in previous games, analyzed Allen's advantages and disadvantages, and has a complete response plan and experience.

However, he found that all these preparations were still insufficient when he really faced Alan.

Even, some are too optimistic.

The guy who has not fought with Allen can't understand the huge and heavy, like the horrible pressure of the eternal collapse of the sky; the guy who has not seen Allen's all-out effort, does not know how much the opponent's limit can reach. .

As for Mellock, both of them are accounted for.

He thought that he had seen Allen's battles and had understood part of Allen's strength, and he had already seen the whole picture.

However, when he really fought Alan, he knew that all this was still far from enough.

Although he is not good at magic circles, he is not good at casting spells.

However, the basic quality of the silver rank peak, the spiritual cultivation above the peak, combined with the defense power of the altar that has reached the golden rank.

No matter how you look at it, there is no problem!

However, in the process of the previous impact, Mylock discovered that because it hadn't been replenished for countless years, it had only retained less than the energy of the altar, and suddenly fell a lot.

Even, only one-third of the previous one was left.

This result naturally shocked Mellock.

Because of this, let him give up the method of delaying time by staying in place.

After all, if this is the case, even if Allen's next attack is not as fierce as the previous attack, but at most three or five knives, it is enough to consume this energy.

The blood on this altar was prepared for the future plan to sacrifice to the evil god, not to supplement the energy of the altar.

Therefore, it is absolutely impossible to get there.

If that time really comes, so long preparations will be completely lost.

Mylock's thoughts moved, but his face was still calm and indifferent.

The scarlet blood in front of him was still bright, and he could not see the embarrassment of weakness in the future.

The purity in Melok's eyes was extremely pure, and the extremely vivid blood color suddenly faded, and replaced by simple, clean and bright.

Like crystal clear crystals, countless brilliant diamonds have been polished, with unparalleled luster.

Suddenly raising his head, Mylock and Allen, who were in the air, looked at each other.

The invisible power spread out in an instant, as if pulling the two into an extremely remote, vast and vast blurred world.

[Competing for the mind? 】

[I want to see how far you have traveled on this road~www.readwn.com~ Feeling the deep and gloomy attraction like a bottomless abyss, Allen's iron will relax, and a slight appearance appears. The unchecked gap was drawn into the other side's world.

Nothingness, ethereal, as if infinitely large, in the infinitely distant world, dreamy and blurred, colorful.

There is no concrete appearance, but like a dream, with a flowing color, a scene that changes all the time.

Alan's mental body, in such an upside-down and chaotic world, has not become confused, but still maintains the same appearance as himself.

The facial features, the color of the pupils, the color of the pupils, the body shape, etc. are not at all wrong. Even the long knife in his hand seems to be brought in from the outside world, still holding it in his hand.

Moreover, the cold and hard metallic luster, the slender appearance, and the sharp coldness are generally the same.

It seems that here, Allen can still use it to cut everything and break through nothingness.

Alan stood quietly, all of the complexity and complexity, the dream and drifting couldn't interfere with him in the slightest.

It seems to be the strongest mountain, the most upright mountain, just standing there, there is the courage to suppress the infinite variables of the Yunai mountains and rivers, and it has an unwavering vastness.

It seems to have discovered that Allen has not been interfered by the surrounding environment.

Melok, who didn't know where he was hiding in this world, also made a new strain.

With a thought, the world that seemed like nothingness suddenly collapsed.

And Allen in it also fell.

Although this is the emptiness of the spiritual world, it seems to have a real sense of traction, pulling Alan, weighing his body, pulling his soul, and causing him to fall into the endless darkness.