Chapter 391: [ Long time no see ]
“She’s not here?” Allen asked curiously.
“No, along with some few people from my generation, I came here in the place of my mother and several elders. Of course, this was for us gaining experience in the outside world,”
Bang!!
Creak!!
The light barrier finally started to crack due to the sword’s constant attack, completely ignoring the other Gods who were desperately trying to stop it.
“Damn it, we can talk later. Let’s settle this for now,” Allen frowned in displeasure. He really didn't know what he did for this bastard to target him...
“Sol, I will believe those words but if you once again run away from me after this…” Eerika smiled brilliantly. “…I’m going to skin you alive.”
!!? Allen felt chill from Eerika’s smile.
At this moment,
Cryaaaaahhhh!!!
A piercing cry radiated from the sword, stopping every people from moving. Soul attack…? It can also do this..?!
Allen sweeps his hand into the air and two demon hunting pistol materializes from each of his hands.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Allen fired simultaneously at it but they were just deflected by an invisible barrier. What the heck is this sword…!?
“Holy Light!!” Eerika’s voice resounded and a golden –white light shot towards the [ Frostmourne ] but before it could hit, the sword disappeared. Allen’s brows furrowed and immediately aimed towards the left side, Bang! Bang! Bang!
The moment the sword appeared, a barrier of frost enveloped it in an instant.
“The hell are you!!” the moment it deflected Allen’s bullet, Lama, Mireya, Laura, Asmodeus, and Qin appeared around it and attacked simultaneously with all their power. BOOM!! The sword plummeted to the ground.
Slash!!! The sword suddenly twirled in the air and a huge torn appeared on the space. Mireya was about to grab the sword’s hilt but it had already disappeared within the wormhole.
“Damn it!” Mireya cursed angrily.
“Just what the hell was that sword?! Why is targeting you, master?”
“I don’t know,” Allen shook his head with a bitter expression. His eyes narrowed and a second after he somersaulted, the sword appeared from behind, shooting towards him. Fortunately, his danger sense was like that of a beast --extraordinary!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Yeah, indeed Allen’s danger sense works extremely well…. Too well….
““““Master!!””””
“Husband!!!”
“Master!!!!!!!!”
“Sol!!”
Allen’s eyes widened in shock as he looked at the scene in front of him. When he pulled the trigger, following the danger reflexes within him kicking in, dozens of bullets were shot towards the [ Frostmourne ] but, when Allen had expected for them to be repelled again…
Crack! The [ Frostmourne ] broke into pieces like shards of ice…
No… way…!! Allen immediately felt a bad premonition but before he could react, Puchi! He only felt something pierced through his chest from behind him.
No, that shouldn’t be possible! He was always in the form of lightning so anything should pass through him as usual… but how…?
Allen’s mind blacked out. He felt a searing pain coming from within him as his consciousness was then swallowed by great darkness…
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““““Master!!!!””””
“Allen!!!”
“Sol!!!”
“““Young Lord!!”””
Amidst the fainting consciousness, Allen could only hear the anxious cry of his surroundings.
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“This is…?” Allen looked around and couldn’t recognize the place he was currently in.
A night sky with a huge red moon hanging in the sky.
A destroyed, desolate city.
Everywhere, all were covered by darkness.
“…Where am I…?”
*Ting!* Bang! Allen turned around only to see, a throne… a frozen throne.
Probably because of the distance or something else, Allen was not able to discern the small details but—he saw a form that was something like a throne in a certain game.
However, that was not what was important.
There was a youth wearing a strange coat with ragged edges as if it had already been worn out and old, leisurely sitting on the throne as if he was a King.
Black hair, black eyes and a plain black mask on the left side of his face while a single curved horn pointing forward was located on the right side of his head.
He was looking at Allen with a faint smile. Black hazy mist danced around him.
“Long time no see… False King,” A voice rang out.
“Who are you…?” Allen frowned. No, he recognizes him… due to the blurry image, he can’t see him well but never would he forget him nor mistake for someone else!
“Hehe, did you already forgot about me…? You impostor~” the youth said with a gleeful laugh.
“… How is it? My body? Have you enjoyed your time pretending to be me…?”
“‘Allen’, huh… so you managed to break free…?” Allen’s brows furrowed.
“Thanks to this guy,” ‘Allen’ patted the armrest of the throne and it radiated a chilling cold as if responding to it.
“So you are the one who had caused it to attack me…?”
“I just called for it… we clicked, like old friends. I tell you, he was a funny guy…”
“Then what are you planning to do now? Steal my body?”
“This is my body.” ‘Allen’ scowled.
Allen laughed, “What? Are you still sleep…? Still in that delusional world of yours? If you had really grown sentient due to the fell that acted as a catalyst for your rebirth, then you should have realized it already, the truth between us… isn’t that, little brother?”
“… …”
“The reason why you came around and not disappeared when you should have, the moment I took over was all due to the ‘fell’, a small fragment of an evil curse that Virgil had come in contact to, the [ Mark of Cain ]. It should not just give you hatred and evil but also give you supernatural growth in intelligence and power… with its help, you should have already figured it out, who was the real Allen between us…right?”
‘Allen’s black eyes narrowed as he glared at Allen hatefully. But he didn’t say anything.
“I really do wonder why are we prone to create alter egos that always desire to replace the main body. Solomon birthed Dante and Virgil and now me, you and I are still the same.” Allen smiled bitterly.
"Well, isn't that simple?" 'Allen' chuckled. "No one wanted to remain a shadow, forever. We might be the same, coming from a single place but our path is not necessary to be also the same."
"Besides, no one wanted to follow a weak King. It will only end in suffering and pain... this is the world, the real world. Not some sort of fantasy where everything has a solution -Being weak is the gravest sin a man could have..."
"Then, you think that am I weak and you are strong?" Allen sneered in contempt.
"Who knows. We still don't know unless we test it out."
"Hahaha," Allen chuckled. "I actually want us to become friends, as we are brothers..."
"Friend? Do you want to become friend with an ant?"
"Could be..." Allen shrugged with a light expression. "But let me tell you one thing, the ant will never be me..." Allen's eyes gleamed and shone in a bright red light.
"Arrogant...!!"
"Who cares." Allen clenched his fist as he stared at 'Allen' with a cold gaze. "... Because in the end, I can't let you win. I don't want you to become the second Virgil. You are the proof of me, living in the previous world… discarding you was like discarding that world."
"That's also the reason why I was actually quite reluctant to make you disappear and be absorbed by me…”
“… …”
“Even still, I still can’t let you turn up now.” Allen’s expression turned serious. “If you really want to go up, then I will do my best stopping you here, little brother. Even with that sword, I wouldn’t let you go up. The world needed only one prodigal brother… that is Virgil.”
“What a happy family we are then. Each of us, wanting to kill and absorbed each other…” ‘Allen’ chuckled. He slowly stood up. “Whatever the truth may be, do you really think you are enough to contain me? Hm? Owner?”
“Don’t call me the owner, that’s gross. There’s nothing cute about a man calling me ‘Owner’. Go and die, be reincarnated and become a beautiful woman, at that time, I will surely accept your worship and give you lots of love.” Allen muttered as Rebellion manifested in his hands.
“Hehehe, so eager to fight… that’s ungentlemanly at all.” ‘Allen’ shrugs his shoulders. “However, I think I need to tell you this though, even if I die, I will just become one of you. I don’t have any spare soul to reincarnate unless old man GOD will pluck my soul again and reborn it to somewhere else.
With a swaying motion, ‘Allen’ grabbed a handle that was growing out of the back of the throne, and was slowly pulling it out.
It was—with a broad blade, a huge sword with an eerie design.
‘Allen’ shook the sword, and the trail it left traced a faint path of black cold light.
[ Frostmourne ]
“Cut the crap! In the first place, you brought me here because you want to kill me, right? Then, I’ll just do my usual thing, blast you out and make you eat dirt. In that case, you might know that a word, ‘Discipline’ existed even in a complicated family like ours!”
“You? Blast me? Ain’t gonna happen!” ‘Allen’ chuckled.
“Oh, really?”
Bang!! ‘Allen’ faced Allen, and with a boom, swung the [ Frostmourne ] hard horizontally.