In the rubble, Alan lay down in it, dizzy in front of his eyes. But Mistetin never let go of his hand.

He tried to move his left arm, but he couldn't lift it. If you try to move your legs again, it seems that you can't move normally like lead.

"How so",

Alan frowned.

At this moment, a ray of light shone down and sprinkled on Allen's face. But the light was so dazzling that he could only squint his eyes slightly.

"Hmm, it's not clear."

"Who are you?"

"I'm 'you.'"

"You, 'me'?"

"That's right."

As he spoke, a young man with long white hair appeared in front of Allen's eyes. He kindly extended his right hand to Alan.

"Come, get up."

"No, no, I can't seem to move."

"No, it won't."

The boy snapped his fingers and made a crisp "click". The rubble and rubble that pressed on Allen's body floated in the air. And Allen's hands and feet seem to have regained consciousness and can move easily.

"Come on."

The boy held out his right hand again. Alan took his hand and stood up.

A beam of light shone on the two of them, but the surroundings became pitch black, as if two people were standing in front of a dark curtain, and the chasing light above their heads shone on them.

Only then did Eren see his appearance. He has waist-length white hair. Elegant and handsome. On a face that is exactly as handsome as Alan. A pair of magic eyes seemed to interpret his identity. His upper body was ****, and black runes spread from his back to his chest, almost encircling his entire upper body. The runes seem to be composed using a special kind of script. It also represents a special meaning, and Alan can't read it anyway. The boy just stood face to face with Allen. There was also a shallow smile on his face.

"Who the hell are you, and why are you so similar to me?"

Alan tightened his grip on Mistetine.

"Don't be nervous."

The boy shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands.

"I am 'you'. Maybe it makes more sense to explain it to you. I am, the original 'you'. ”

“”

"I know you're confused, but, right now, I don't have much time to explain this to you. I just want to ask you a very simple question, do you need to borrow my powers? ”

"What?"

"That's right, borrow my power."

"Why?"

"Oh. By the way, maybe you don't understand the current situation. ”

The white-haired boy waved his left hand, and the surrounding black curtain immediately dissipated. Alan lay unconscious in the ruins, Palka was by his side, performing healing spells with concern, and Tia also carried his robes and held a white battle, and rushed to his side with concern. There were obvious blood stains on his head and body. Blood trickled down his handsome face and fell to the ground.

"Tick. Tick"

"This is"

"This is what happened after you were knocked away by Khacard. It's also a situation on the spot. Here, it's your spirit or soul. ”

"Then let me go back quickly, otherwise, I will be rude to you."

Alan raised Mistetin in his hand to his side, ready to attack. However, when he tried to operate the flow of energy in his body, he found out. In the body, there is no circulation at all. It's like. He had never studied swordsmanship, or physical skills.

"Hehehe, you noticed something unusual too, didn't you? If I had been your enemy, I would have put you to death. Why do you have to pull you up from the ground and ask you so loudly? “

The white-haired boy laughed.

"And what is your purpose?"

"My purpose? Oh. No, you misunderstood, I have no purpose at all, I just want to help you. That's why I asked you if you need to borrow my power. ”

“”

"It seems that you are hesitant. Did Chester tell you before, 'Don't try to borrow from others?' Chester's theory is obviously outdated, and not everything can be done on your own. ”

“”

"Well, apparently you can't make a decision right now, so I'll help you for free this time. Next time, you should think about it and answer me. It's not that I don't have the ability to occupy this body, it's just that I don't want to do it that way. Hehehe"

As he spoke, the light gradually dimmed, and the scene around Allen began to crumble. It was as if he had fallen into an abyss, and his body kept falling, but he couldn't find a place to borrow his strength. Until the end, he could only stare blankly at everything under his feet and began to fly backwards, childhood memories, the battles he had experienced so far, the gentle Tia, the wise Ilt, King John, until the end, he was struck by Khacard's tail

"Alan, Alan, wake up, Alan!"

Tia's voice was distinctly crying. She laid the white man sideways on the ground. Kneeling on the ground and letting Allen's head rest on her fair thigh. The blood on Alan's face had stained Tia's hands red, which was obviously not a good sign.

"Looks like I'm going to have to use Lilith."

Instead of leisurely smelling the roses, Palka inserts them in the pockets of his robes.

"Come!"

I saw him scold, and a rune in his hand flew out, and then burst, and smoke rose all around. A cute girl with eyes dressed in a nurse's outfit stood in the smoke with a huge syringe.

"Master!"

Meng Niang spoke, her voice gentle and humble.

"Well, let's take a look at the teenager."

Palka said no more, frowning, and said to Tia,

"This is my medical god, called Lilith, and she will help take care of Alan. Her ability is comparable to that of a first-level medical mage in the royal capital. So, I think it should be able to make him recover as soon as possible. I'm going to see what happened to Amedar. ”

Tia nodded slightly, expressing her gratitude. Tears flowed uncontrollably, mixing with Eren's blood, staining his sideburns

On the other hand, Ilte once again urged the "King's Treasury".

A sharp blade galloped towards the transformed Khacard. But Hakkard seemed completely unimpressed, still enjoying the pleasure of devouring Feng in place, his scales still growing larger. And in the face of Ilte's stunt, it only has a tail, and it will defuse all his attacks.

Gradually, Ilte's sweat soaked his outfit completely. The spell cycle in his body was not as abundant as before, and even began to dry up. The "King's Treasury" didn't work, and the sword domain and sword qi of Erinius couldn't hurt this primordial insect. The opening time of the "King's Treasury" is also getting shorter and shorter.

At this moment, the scales of battle seem to be tipped in Khacard's favor (to be continued). )