Chapter 1653： 　　 end

The sun is good, bright, but not dazzling. On the contrary, it makes people feel a deep warmth when shining on the body, because it is almost dusk. The sun is no longer as powerful as during the day. The sunset at the end of spring shone on Alan, the light flowing through his body like running water. He reluctantly fell to his feet, dragging a long shadow behind him. He stood there, bathed in the evening light. His eyes were like that fine ruby, calmly reflecting the figure of another man.

Herses.

I left Orlando just because I felt Alan's breath. He didn't know who owned that breath, but Alan could be seen, even if it was their first meeting, Heerseth still knew who the young man was.

"A thief!" Heerseth gritted his teeth.

Alan's hand slipped, and the devil's praise had arrived in his palm. The source weapon that had not activated the awakening posture was calmly held in his palm by Allen, and then he asked faintly: "I don't know you."

"But I know you." Heerseth said loudly, "Stealing our power, but you are not the son of twilight, not a thief!"

Regarding this question, Allen has no intention of arguing. He had discussed with Mitinas before that Fire of the Abyss thought Allen was a special case. On the road of seeking power, Allen chose the road of returning to his ancestors. It’s not that there are no examples of the Twilight Race taking the road to return to their ancestors, but they are far from being traced back to Alan’s thoroughness, and they have never been able to enter Eboyins’ will before sitting on the Throne of Destruction. example. Because of this, Alan can establish contact with Eboyins, and can use his blood as a medium to transform the emperor, and Mittinas cannot use it to produce Eboyins' combat unit.

This is undoubtedly a thief's behavior in Heerseth's eyes.

Allen frowned slightly: "Are you the king?"

To be honest, Herses' appearance was very different from other kings, it was purely a feeling, and this feeling was very strong.

Then at this moment, Mitinas's voice sounded in Allen's mind: "Your Highness, are you back?"

Allen replied in his will: "Well, a lot of time was wasted. Mitinas, what is going on with this guy, he is also a king. But how can his breath be stronger than Twilight."

"The one you are facing is one of the three peaks standing on top of countless kings, the flames of the firmament burning in the sky of Eboyins, Lord Heerseth. Your Highness, you must be careful, he and Mu Kings like this alone are not the same. In the entire Eboins, only the two kings, the wrath of the earth and the might of the sea, can match."

The exchange of will ended in a blink of an eye, and Allen nodded and said, "Are you Heerseth?"

Heerseth thought about it for a moment, and he knew how Alan knew his identity in a short time. He said loudly: "Mitinas, will you continue to be wrong? Continue to be loyal to this thief?"

A flaming horned demon climbed onto the pile of ruins where the two of them were, and spit out Mytinas’ voice from the flaming devil’s mouth: "Respected Lord Heerseth, even if His Royal Highness Alan is not the one we are waiting for King. But I believe that His Royal Highness Alan has a rare and valuable potential, and I believe that he will bring different changes to the homeland. The death and rebirth of the king, such a continuous cycle of reincarnation. Master Herses, don't you think it has arrived. Is it time to end?"

"Presumptuous!" Heerseth said angrily: "Mittinas, have you forgotten the responsibility of our king. That is our destiny, and we should accept it gladly."

"No, I refuse." Mitinas said through the mouth of the Firehorn Demon: "Perhaps a young king like Twilight doesn't know it, but I know very well where we kings and those combat units come from. The sad soul has been imprisoned in Eboyins for hundreds of millions of years, reincarnating, forgetting, being arbitrarily pinched by others, and then forcibly implanting the so-called mission. That’s enough, He Sir Erthers, you should know that His Royal Highness Alan has escaped the fate of the blood. I was shocked and delighted at the same time, because I saw a possibility in him."

"His Royal Highness Allen, will end all this. For us sad puppets, end the destiny that has been reincarnated for hundreds of millions of years."

"You cannot escape the wheel of fate, Mitinas. You are destined to be destroyed here, and I Heerseth bet on the reputation of the flames of the firmament and swear here that I will sweep away all obstacles for His Highness Archimedes. No one can stop the dusk of all things!" Heerseth suddenly raised his finger towards the Firehorn Demon.

The horned demon first covered a layer of black crystal from under his feet, and then flames rushed out of the crystal, blowing the horned demon to pieces. Of course, this did not really hurt Mitinas.

Heerseth knew this too.

But he did not change his mind.

First kill the thief in front of you here, then sweep away the opponent's army, and finally execute the rebellious kings including Mitinas. Heerseth had never doubted his own power, what's more, the thief in front of him was no longer blessed by blood his power plummeted. If this still can't kill him, then he is called the flame of the firmament in vain.

"Let me guess, are you thinking. This kid has no blood inheritance, and his power has fallen. Isn't it easy to kill him?" The man facing him coldly said.

Heathers said in a deep voice, "Isn't that the case?"

"It's true, but there are some things that you still don't know."

"For example?"

Allen didn't speak, the gem on the demon's praise lit up, so a gray flame sprayed out from his hand, and the source weapon released the fifth-order awakening posture. The Hymn of Ashes was held by Alan, and Alan took a deep look at the sword. Then the body slid out, the gray-white long sword was lifted up, and a gray rainbow rose from the ruins.

The gray flame spread out in circles with Allen as the origin, and whatever was stained by the gray flame burned violently. Everything was burning, Allen stabbed with a sword. Heerseth's pupils shrank slightly, and he knew that he could not avoid this sword anyway. There is no other way except to reduce the hard shock. This is impossible, but the feeling told him so.

Then he woke up in the next moment.

The inevitable feeling was the will that Allen passed to him through the sword. Alan's will can be forcibly passed to him, what a powerful spirit this is. Heerseth snorted, raised his right hand, made a fist, and blasted out slowly.

Allen's fast, Heerseth's slow, the two are in contradictory contrast. But when Heerseth's arm stretched out to the extreme, it happened that the boxer hit Allen's sword. The moment they fought with swords and fists, everything within a hundred meters of their bodies disappeared. The gravel that was built into a small hill just disappeared out of thin air. As a circle of impact spread, countless dust screamed into the air, and sparks drifted across the sky!