Inside the temple, there are winding circles and endless passages, like a maze where you can't see the direction and the way.

If it is normal, Allen will definitely not be able to find the right path in a short period of time.

But why do you need to follow the normal way?

Walking straight, without any twists and turns.

Alan turned into a streamer and formed a heavenly sword, shattering all the shackles and bounds, and slashed straight towards the center.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

At this moment, Alan seemed to be the most arrogant and direct demolition machine, smashing the city walls and crushing the magic arrays, as if he was not affected at all and rushed towards the deepest part of the temple.

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

Moreover, there is no room for stretching, and the magic of mustard seeds and Sumeru.

Therefore, even though Allen's speed was affected to a certain extent due to forced demolition, he had already arrived at his destination in just about half a minute.

The labyrinth-like road has disappeared, and replaced by a large open space.

The surroundings are empty, surrounded by dark and dark walls, engraved with strange and twisted runes and bloody and shrill magic patterns.

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

It is like a ghost, wandering endlessly, mysterious and weird, with the darkest aura.

However, at this time, Allen's eyes were not on the surrounding walls.

He just looked straight at the center of the open space, with the piles of high tables, like an altar.

Standing on it was Miloch Dracula who Allen had been following here.

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

And in the sunken, there was a scarlet, bright, and violent appearance, as if emitting endless wailing blood.

The blood light was solid, like flowing blood, and had a gel-like form.

The magic patterns on the altar have been lit up, as bright as a light line after charging, with endless energy flowing in it, ready to go.

"Mylock, if you surrender now, you can still get a lighter shot."

His wrists shook slightly, his long sword trembled, and he shook off the dust that had not been stained in the previous process of breaking the wall. Alan looked at the man with his back to him and looking up at the dome, and spoke in a deep voice.

He didn't really want the other party to surrender, nor did he have such naive ideas.

He said this just to hope to get some information from the other party's words.

About their plans, about their plans, about their purposes.

Even, about what exactly is the situation here and which evil god is communicating with?

“Alan Seulias?”

Myrock carried his hands behind his back, and did not turn around, but still maintained his previous posture, asking in a tone with a faint smile.

This tone is not just an exclamation, but rather a question of the identity of the visitor.

After saying that, he put away his slightly complicated sigh and said calmly.

"Is the Executive Office so long-winded in doing business now?"

The words are calm and have indescribable power. It seems that you have a hundred times of confidence. Everything will be accomplished in the world, and you will have no fear and worry in your heart.

"Your treatment is naturally different from others."

Allen's eyes flashed and he began to take steps towards where Michael was, saying casually.

He had no intention of his own. On the contrary, his steps were extremely steady, strong and powerful, as if thunder was shaking the world, and as if the mountains collapsed and the ground were sank. Every step seemed to be on the pulse of the earth, responding to the rhythm of the heaven and earth.

"Oh, how is it different?"

This sentence seemed to arouse Myrock's interest. He turned around halfway and looked at Alan who was constantly approaching him, raised his eyebrows and said curiously.

"If this happens, I will kill you and there will be no problem."

As soon as he rose, Allen looked up slightly, revealing a bloody smile, and said in a low tone without any emotion.

"Hahaha, OK! OK! OK!"

"I am worthy of being the descendant of Roy Seurias. This style is indeed the same as the lineage."

Myrock was not angry at Allen's undisguised provocation. Instead, he laughed heroically as if he had turned on some switch. After stopping, he looked at Allen with an extremely violent look and said.

Alan naturally did not experience any mood swings for Milock's praise.

Even though he was a little 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 this has nothing to do with the current situation or the position of both parties.

So, those words are just ordinary.

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

Every step he took, it seemed as if there was an unstoppable force attached to him. Alan's aura became more and more solemn, like an ancient sacred mountain, or like an endless dome, with an eternal and vast wilderness.

Heavy and ancient, with unparalleled pressure.

This momentum is truly powerful, even as if it were actually manifested in the material world.

The "momentum" behind Alan became clearer and clearer. Even the fog that blocked his true face still did not dissipate, but the solidity, heavyness, and vastness that had expanded a little already explained the problem.

However, Michael seemed to have not seen all this, but said in a memory-like tone.

"Your father was so talented, so wise and powerful, and extraordinary."

"I still remember that when Roy Seulias slashed my pair of blood-sourced wings, it was you."

At this time, as if she had noticed that Allen had accelerated to the point of jogging, Milock said excitedly, "Yes, that's it."

Allen was still silent, just following his own rhythm, brewing his own final kill.

"Do you know? Actually, I hate him very much."

"Because of his sword, he cut off my path to advance to gold and the possibility of my attack on the sacred."

"If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have been able to be yet, and I'm still hovering at the peak of the Silver Level."

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

He lowered his body slightly, held the long knife in his right hand, and pointed the tip of the knife towards the ground.

The howling wind began to sound, and the bitter cold began to brew.

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

However, Milock was still extremely calm, just standing there and talking to himself.

"But if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been able to go on the path of the present, which is the path to the golden rank with [Italy] as the core."

"It's a pity that even though I have reached this point now, I still have an insurmountable barrier from the Golden Level."

"This is not a defect that human power can make up for, but a damage to the origin of life."

"So, it's absolutely impossible for me to allow anyone to destroy it, do you understand?"

Myrock looked up and looked into the air. His tone was calm, but with a bone-cold determination, like an iceberg that lasted forever.

boom!

In the air, a scarlet curtain of light suddenly appeared.

The platinum-colored stream of light was like a meteorite from the sky. After rushing for tens of thousands of kilometers, it collided heavily with unparalleled power and power, making a loud and loud sound like thunder and hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers shaking together.

The sound is too grand and too loud.

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

It hit the ground, hit the dome, hit the wall covered with bloody, weird, shrill and twisted patterns.

Crack! Crack! Crack...

The sound is not loud, it is extremely weak, and it is almost nothing in the current complicated and chaotic environment.

So even though the roads and positions were different, Alan and Milok, who also stood above the silver level, did not hear it.

However, the fine cracks slowly and quietly spread across the cracks on the ground and walls, like a spider weaving a web, which contained a large area.

The material structure of the dome is different from the surrounding ground, so it is not affected much.

However, the scarlet energy flow on it, which was like a river returning to the sea, produced a lot of fluctuations. It was like water flowing too much that it overflowed from the water pipe, and it was a lot of it.

Even a very troublesome turbulence was formed, causing the originally smooth operation to cause extremely headaches and chaos.

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

Even when he faces Allen's full-strength attack, he will not be distracted.

This is not self-confidence, but arrogance.

It is irresponsible for life and irresponsible for oneself.

To be honest, Milock was shocked by Allen’s blow!
To be continued...