He raised his head and his eyes were calm, but he seemed to be able to see the eight wilderness and the distant boundary in the sky.

All the scene pictures were integrated and reshaped in Allen's mind, and eventually turned into a minimalist frame with only lines left behind.

Not only that, the relevant information obtained by dividing some of the computing power analysis environment and marking the key points, and at this time, it was also merged into this simple 3D composition that seemed to be left with only lines.

The extremely fast and extremely sensitive thoughts are rapidly moving, like a supercomputer that is operating to the extreme, collecting, processing, analyzing the information in your mind, and constantly approaching the final goal.

One second, two seconds, three seconds!

A calm look suddenly storm broke out, and a dazzling light as if dawn had broken through dawn suddenly flashed, like a long sword, cutting off the darkness and cutting off the yin and yang.

Look up and look into the distance.

The map in my mind gradually overlaps with my vision, little by little, one by one.

Finally, the red light used for warning that was meditating in my mind came to Allen's horizon as if it were real.

However, compared to the color produced by meditation, the red light has a bit more stern and scarlet red.

In a vague way, Allen could even smell a clear rust-like bloody smell.

However, this is not an illusion.

He raised his right hand and gently wiped away the blood and tears from the corners of his eyes, allowing the bright red marks to embellish on his face. However, Alan's face was still cold and solemn, as if he didn't care about the situation in front of him.

Of course, this is normal.

Although Allen's situation seems serious, it just looks.

If some things are not triggered, they may be somewhat harmful, but the pressure released is actually just that.

Although Alan may have just developed the technique of introducing sword light into his eye pupils in terms of time, in fact, Alan has already mastered it completely and is even familiar with it.

After all, if even the eyes exploded once and had not yet gained any experience from it, it would definitely be stupid and hopeless.

Therefore, although Allen felt that his pupils were still in the state of [Platinum Divine Eye] that had been catching his eyes for a long time, he was just a little tired.

It is still a long way from overload and overload.

Standing at a high place and exhale gently, Allen seemed to want to exhale all the depression accumulated in his heart so that he would not be dominated by emotions and become active.

He did achieve this goal, his spirit gradually subsided and his mind gradually calmed down, but the abyss was as deep as the sea, as if it was about to rain, but the momentum was surging and violent, just like a suppressed volcano. Once it erupted, it would be a collapse of the sky and the earth, and there would be no pit for recovery.

boom!

A violent sonic boom suddenly rang out, and Allen had disappeared from the spot.

The hard and strong body looked like stainless steel that was not worn or damaged, with unparalleled hardness. It bluntly knocked away the air and pulled out a vacuum corridor covered by pale white aerosol in the air.

Logically speaking, the most appropriate method is to descend to the material world with "potential" and cover the whole body with [domain].

Not only can he walk silently, but he can also minimize the resistance of the outside world to him.

But now, Allen doesn't want to do this at all.

His heart seemed calm, but under the waveless plane, what was hidden was enough to cause a storm.

It seemed like a fire was burning, making Allen's heart fire swell uncontrollably.

At this time, what he wanted to do was not the so-called foolproof lurking, but the venting of his heart.

If Milock himself just wanted to make trouble, just wanted to make some conspiracy, or something, even if Allen would still be angry, it would not reach its current level.

After all, everyone has different goals, their natural style of doing things, and their methods of doing things are also different. It is understandable that there is no similarity between ideas and nature.

However, the only thing he could not tolerate was that the other party hooked up with the evil god, and the other party tried to sacrifice to the evil god.

This is not a narrow debate between good and evil, nor is it a narrow dispute between ideas, but a sin that is the most important and most unforgivable sin about life and death in the Darvia continent.

Alan has been exposed to the existence of evil gods and has fought with the followers and believers of evil gods.

Both the Truth Society and the Puppet Master left a deep impression on Allen.

And the distorted, broken, evil power that seemed to be trying to bend people's hearts was still fresh in memory of Allen.

He would not think that those guys wanted to establish diplomatic relations with the Darvia continent with kindness.

Even if he had known evil gods and cults, he was enough to hate evil people who believed in these.

After learning about the reality of the Darvia continent, Allen hated these existences even more.

Because this is not a struggle for faith, but a betrayal of civilization and a betrayal of homeland.

With the blessing of Caesar, Alan, who has seen the [dimensionality reduction image record] left over from that era, could he be willing to return to such an era and fall into the swamp of blood and fire again?

This world is so beautiful, full of vitality and endless beauty.

Even though there is still darkness, disputes, and despicableness, this is also their homeland, their ancestral land, and their roots.

There are all the people he loves deeply, including the eldest uncle, the eldest aunt, the Dinah, Arthur, Charia, Hughes...

On this, there are his beautiful memories of the past seventeen years and all the traces of his past.

So, how could he tolerate someone destroying all this, and how could he let people trample on these beauty at will?

If it was just a struggle for interests or a moral dispute, even if Alan was in a state of murderous intent in his heart, he would not have hatred or anger.

After all, the principle of being the hero and my enemy is simply that.

But Myrock's behavior, undoubtedly, crossed the boundaries.

The pale white light flow like a meteor pulled a graceful and sharp arc in the air, crossing the distance of most of the city, and then fell heavily.

boom!

A terrifying sound like a meteor falling suddenly rang out, accompanied by an extremely obvious vibration, echoing in this empty space.

The black ground that could almost withstand the silver-level battle was trampled by Allen at this moment, a huge depression of several meters in radius was cut off by Alan.

Dust and smoke were everywhere, thick fog rolled, spreading all of a sudden, even covering Allen.

However, it did not affect Allen's vision.

Since it has existed here for a long time, and those of the blood clan have already made sacrifices on this bed more than once.

Then, even if this castle was not built for this purpose, the sacrificial building must be one of the most important ones.

After understanding this, Allen quickly found the most likely place.

A building with a solemn tone, but its style is very different from the surrounding buildings.

A building that looks like a temple.

Two people surrounded the size of a totem pole standing high, standing in all directions, supporting an ellipsoid-like hemisphere. The embossed patterns on it are extremely exquisite, lifelike, as if they may rise up in the air at any time and be reborn again.

This building is extremely unique. You can tell at a glance that it is not used for residence, nor is it a storage place. As for other information contacts, hiding forts, arsenals, etc., it is even more impossible.

What people can think of is basically a temple or a church-like building.

Although its shape is a bit unique, it is not the same as the usual building.

However, the grandeur and fanaticism that came out of the head between the patterns and carvings made Allen see clearly and clearly.

There is no sign at the door, and there is no decoration like plaques.

The dark iron door was also closed tightly and not opened.

It is silent and terrifying, as if it is like a monument that has been covered with hundreds of thousands of years, without any trace of people coming from it.

However, for such a performance, Allen finally just sneered.

The long sword was unsheathed, and the brilliant sword light broke through the sky and slashed away immediately.

The sword light was very small at first, just about an inch long, but in the very short distance that broke through the air, it grew in the wind and expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

boom!

A sound like a big bell suddenly resounded. The two iron doors that were extremely tall, like cast iron, flew backwards when they were chopped by the knife light, smashing heavily to the ground, making a heavy sound, awakening the ancient city that had been sleeping for many years.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, with a cold indifference, stepping in it, calm and composed.

...

Darvia, Gria City, Altai Mountains.

The sunset in the sky has already set, and the originally faint but obvious twilight of the setting sun has completely disappeared, taking away the light of the day and the last warmth.

The cold silver moon was already in the sky, and the cold wind blew from the extreme north. I climbed mountains and ridges and came here, with a bone-broken coldness and coldness.

Although the moon is bright, the dark night is still spreading, swallowing up the places where light cannot shine.

In particular, the intertwined nets are continuous in the trees, like a large net covering the sky and the sun.

Under the tree canopy, it is dark and humid all year round. Even the brilliant and bright sun cannot be illuminated, let alone the silver moon, which is not as bright as the sun.

Deep in the Altai Mountains, in a quiet valley, a black army was already repaired and was quietly lurking aside, waiting for the last opportunity.

"Young Master, it's time to open the secret realm soon."

With his head down and lurking in the shadows near the mountain wall, Peter looked at the time and carefully sent a message to the spirit of the team leader at the core of the team.

“How long will it take.”

The young master didn't say much, just asked a simple question.
To be continued...