When Eren opened his eyes, he saw a withered yellow leaf slowly drifting down. He raised his hand to catch it, the veins of the leaf were so clear to his eyes, and the appearance of death on the dehydrated leaf was so real. But he knew that none of this was real, including the huge banyan tree next to him where he was at the moment, the dead leaves that were constantly shaking off the canopy by the wind, and even the spectacular sunset in the distance.

None of this is real.

After all, he was still in the dormitory of Shadowkeep, sleeping with Lucy and Elizabeth in his arms on that large bed.

"Winter is coming."

A familiar voice sounded behind him, and Alan didn't need to look back to sketch out what Father Miro looked like in his head. This priest is part of the soul of the Ash Hymn, coexisting with Alan's consciousness. Alan didn't deliberately blend him, everything went naturally.

A moment later, next to him stood Father Miro. He is still the same, his hair is not combed, and the priest's robe he wears on his body has not been washed for I don't know how long, obviously in the world of consciousness, as long as he wants, he can even dress more gorgeous than the Pope. But he kept this image, just like the first time Allen met him in the Black Iron Town.

"Want to talk to me, Priest?" Alan smiled.

"You have fused the three will of twilight, that is, the final moment is coming. I'm looking forward to it. Miro laughed.

Eren thought for a moment and said, "Demon Praise is also the creation of the Creator, so use it to kill the Children of Dusk." Why, then, are you on our side, Father? ”

Miro catches a fallen leaf and says, "You see, when the leaf withers, it falls." But when spring comes, new shoots and new leaves will grow on the trees. ”

He smiled and said, "I am a dead leaf that has shed its canopy, and I am tired of being a tool to the Creator." So, perhaps, with your hands, I can grow on another big tree, and I want to try, even if there is only a very small hope. ”

"I see."

"Well, I didn't call you here to talk to you about that. Let's get down to business, but until then, I'll see if you're sluggish. Miro said.

Alan let go of the leaf in his hand and let it fall to his feet, he smiled, "Are you going to test me?" ”

"It's not just me, it's them." Miro waved his hand, and figures appeared around Allen.

The first was a twelve- or thirteen-year-old boy who looked very clever, and was tossing a short red dagger in his hand, and looked at Alan with a grin. Then there was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl with a solemn expression and a black and red heavy sniper in her hand. Next to the girl was a young man, holding a long black knife in his hand, but the handle was bright red as blood. Finally, there was a strong man, carrying a huge knife with a fierce shape, and a nonchalant smile on his face.

Alan was stunned and looked at them in turn: "Hymn to blood, hymn to destruction, hymn to death, hymn to destruction......"

"That's right, it's the projection of the stages. Add me, the Ashes Hymn, and in this way, in addition to the final deep gloomy swan song, several stages of awakening posture are gathered. So Alan, accept our challenge. Miro raised his hand, and there was a flaming sword in his hand, and the pale flames swirled around the sword, which was the gesture of the Ash Hymn.

Alan scratched his head: "I don't know what you're going to do, though?" But let the horses go. ”

"Then you're welcome." The youth-like source artifact projection grinned and lunged suddenly, his trajectory so agile that it was difficult to capture. The Blood Hymn dragged a red ribbon of light in his hand and sliced into Alan's throat.

Allen's mind moved, and there was an extra golden sword in his hand. The golden sword blocked the hymn of blood. Behind him, a vicious wind suddenly rose, and it turned out to be a big man who broke the projection of the hymn and slashed with a knife. Alan flashed forward, turned around, and immediately had a few more golden rays of light around the big man. The big man hurriedly erected the giant knife, and the blades were cut out by these golden rays of fire.

Alan was only now standing, and an incomparably flamboyant momentum rose on his left. In the blink of an eye, the projection that turned out to be the appearance of the girl raised the Heavy Sniper of Destruction, and the muzzle of the Heavy Sniper opened with a cross red stripe, and then a scarlet light erupted. When Eren raised his sword, and when the golden sword split the beam in two, the young projection of the death hymn took the opportunity to approach, and the black long sword in his hand continued to make sharp slashes.

At this time, the young man flashed back with the hymn of blood, and the big man with the giant knife was not busy joining the battle circle, but wandered around.

Eren wielded his long sword, and he was one against two, but he didn't have the upper hand. The golden long sword intertwined with a majestic sword shadow, like the wind blowing and the clouds, rolling and shrouding the two projections. Their swords and daggers gradually became unwieldy, and at this time, the big man finally roared and pounced, and the Extinction Hymn was worthy of the awakening posture of the fourth stage, and the more the killing power surpassed the source weapon of the other stages. With a slash, he shattered Allen's sword shadow to pieces, and then slashed one after another, unpretentious, but attacked Allen abnormally.

Alan smiled slightly, stepped back suddenly, and when the long sword was pointed up, a golden long sword suddenly appeared around him. But when he was about to blast out, his heart moved, and he suddenly turned around and swung his sword away, but only saw the shadow of the priest, and then his back was gently pressed against the ash hymn, and the priest coughed lightly behind him: "If this is a fight with the Children of Dusk, you will be seriously injured if you don't die." ”

Alan and the priest parted, and the projections came to the priest as well, and then the smiles disappeared one by one. Alan wondered, "It sounds like you have something to say." ”

"Alan, you have one thing to know. The Children of Dusk may not be supreme, but they are born with the power of rules. Especially when instinct completely takes over the body, it will manifest the most lethal force of rules. The priest said solemnly, "Instinct calls it sharp, and those who are injured by the power of sharp cannot quickly recover from their injuries by absorbing the source power, or even rely on medicine, the only thing you can rely on is your own physical recovery power." So you can imagine what it would be like to be injured by the power of such rules on the battlefield. ”

Alan was stunned: "How can there be such a powerful rule power." Even if it's a supreme ......"

"No, it's possible. That's because the rules mastered by the Children of Dusk come from the Creator, from another universe. So the rules of this universe can't work, which is why I tested you just now. As I expected, you are too dependent on the source force now, and you are too confident in yourself, but you have forgotten about your past weaknesses. But it's no wonder you, after all, everyone is like this. When we are strong, we forget our weak attitude. ”

The priest sighed and said, "The stronger we are, the more we forget." When we were weak, we knew to avoid the blade and dodge the bullets. But as we grow stronger, step by step. We were cut by a knife blade and hit by a bullet, and these injuries can be healed quickly by the source force. Even when we become supreme, we can mobilize a huge amount of terrifying source power, as long as it is not a one-hit kill, then most of the injuries. Even if you are injured by the rule power of another supreme, you can recover quickly. At worst, it can also make the big injury small, and the small injury into nothing. ”

"We are able to do this because we are all beings of this universe, and we follow the rules of that universe. Even the rules created by the Supreme Self are in fact forces that arise on the basis of the rules of the universe. However, the sharp power of the Children of Dusk is another universe, so I remind you that you need to remember your weakness. This is especially important to remember when fighting the Children of Dusk. Now I'm sure he didn't want to kill you when you were on Earth. Miró said solemnly, "Maybe it was your father's will that interfered with him, and now that he has returned to Ebonnes, he will definitely find a way to erase your father's will." Once successful, he will no longer be on his knots. The next time we meet, he will definitely use his sharp force, and you must be careful and careful. ”

Alan took a deep breath and nodded, "Thank you for the reminder, Father." ”

"Don't underestimate the power of the edge, because with this power, even if the Children of Dusk are not the Supreme, they can slay the Supreme. This cosmic power system doesn't mean much to him, so why in the cosmic twilight of the past dynasties, even if some twilight is stopped, there is a huge price to pay. After all, no matter what era it is, there will be a supreme existence. can be sharp, but it can make the Supreme also fall. ”

Alan nodded solemnly, he did break out in a cold sweat. If it weren't for Miro reminding him, he would probably have forgotten what it was like to be injured, and even more so how he felt when he was weak. Because now he's standing too tall, too strong, and too confident. If you fight with the Children of Dusk in this state of mind, and are injured by the sharp force, the consequences are unimaginable.

"When I go back, I'll train myself again." Alan said, then paused, and asked, "Father, do you think we have a chance?" ”

"It depends on your determination. Alan, that body has always belonged to your father, and I doubt that you will be able to stab him with a deadly sword in the end. I can only warn you that the Children of Twilight will use all means to interfere with you, if he is already cornered. ”

Alan smiled bitterly, didn't speak again, and his body gradually disappeared into this world of will.

Miró shook his head and stood by the big banyan tree, watching the magnificent dusk sink below the horizon.

The world is dark.

Also in the dim darkness of the night is Kapro. In the sight of the marshal, his world was cut to pieces by countless swords. The Child of Dusk used his source power to condense thousands of swords, and the entire space was shrouded in his sword cutting. Each sword is attached to its razor-sharp force, and they fly around Capro in a disorderly manner like a pack of bloodthirsty sharks. Once the wound on Kapro's body bleeds, it will tear the lion that fell into the water to pieces!