Shadow of the Beautiful World

The transformation of the wasteland went smoothly.

Especially after a steady stream of omnics were produced from the mechanical temple and joined the large-scale construction of the wasteland, new buildings rose from the ground every day in this hell of Merlin.

This wasteland was originally a cage used by God to imprison the unforgiven, but there are only so many unforgiven who can be thrown into this hell.

The number of demons and dead souls here is far lower than other hells.

Even the number of creatures in the always barren border of hell is more than ten times that of this wasteland.

lack of people.

This is the biggest problem facing Merlin right now.

Whether it is to participate in the battle of the king of hell in the future, or the transformation of hell that is just around the corner, these projects require a huge amount of manpower.

After all, the number of omnics that can be produced by a temple transformed by a smart tower is limited, and Merlin must think of other ways.

Maybe, it's time to start a hell war and go to the hell of other princes to plunder some people...

This dangerous idea floated in Merlin's mind, and this was probably the most direct and effective way.

But after thinking about it, Merlin finally suppressed this tempting thought.

Regarding his resurrection, it is not appropriate to say anything at this time.

In the metal palace above the Doomsday Volcano, Merlin was sitting on a chair. In front of his eyes were a few pieces of paper, which represented the few things he had to accomplish now.

Daughter of Osiris, the demigod night jackal.

Merlin pointed his finger on the table, he looked at what was written on the paper, and said:

This is the first thing. Osiris probably doesn't want to wait any longer, and this matter also involves the Dark God Book...

parchment...

Things are right and people are wrong, I don't know if I will see you again by fate.

His gaze turned to the second piece of paper, which was a long-term plan.

Battle of the King of Hell.

Merlin spread his fingers, and a vague map of the hell dimension appeared at his fingertips.

He looked at the plots marked with different colors, which represented several hell lords currently active in hell, including some abnormal dimensions wandering on the edge of the main body of hell dimension.

Among the Nine Kingdoms are the Land of Fire, Niflheim, and even the fearful serpent that has been knocked down to dust, as well as the legendary Dormammu, the lord of the dark space, and even the Nightmare who was defeated by Odin just once.

Theoretically speaking, these guys who have a little touch with hell are eligible to compete for the throne of the king of hell.

But in front of Merlin, after participating in the battle of the King of Hell, the most difficult enemies are still the current seven princes in the hell dimension, as well as Merlin's old father and acquaintances.

Sangong, who is still sealed up now, also has the Crimson Ruler Saitorak.

Because of Ruiwen, the former must be resolved.

And the latter, the dead house evil god, probably has no interest in the battle for the king of hell... right?

Well, there's no rush for this.

Merlin stroked his chin.

His eyes were full of thoughts.

Although as a newly promoted heavenly father, he has advantages over the seven great monarchs in terms of strength.

However, with the accelerated evolution of all things and stars, the seven kings who were already suppressed under the boundaries of the heavenly father will surely break through the shackles one after another.

No matter how powerful Merlin is, it is impossible to fight 7 against 1.

But fortunately, in this battle of the King of Hell, those great monarchs seem to want to play something different.

They set a rule.

The maharaja who can bring the greatest fear to the world will become the king of hell this time.

So among them, there is a lot of room for manipulation.

As long as Merlin is determined, he will have plenty of cards to play.

And then there's the third thing.

His eyes are on the left hand side, where there is a photo of Elsa and him.

Merlin picked up the photo.

In the photo, Elsa held his arm, and the two stood in front of the Trident Building. At that time, Elsa, who had not yet established a connection with Baishuang, smiled so happily.

That smile has been gone for a long time, but it has always remained in Merlin's heart.

Elsa...

Merlin's fingers touched the photo, his eyes were full of tenderness, he picked up the photo, kissed it lightly on his lips, and then put it into the robe.

right above the heart.

Wait a minute, baby.

Merlin breathed a sigh of relief.

There are many factors involved in Elsa's matter, and he wants to take this opportunity to clear up several troubles together.

But this matter requires the cooperation of Odin.

Merlin had already made a plan, but the old man probably had a hard time making up his mind.

Come one by one.

He leaned on the chair, and the chair made by the smart tower slowly fell flat, just like a temporary bed for rest.

Merlin closed his eyes, and the orange light flickered on his fingertips.

The next moment, he entered the dreamland.

Zatanna is not in this dream world, she is still busy with Icarus on the experiment of awakening machine soul.

Merlin stood alone by the garden in the dream world.

He looked at the nightmare tree planted by Miss Magician in front of him. This ugly, black tree was still absorbing substantial nightmares from the nightmare dimension.

However, Nightmare has been expelled to Niflheim, without its control, the restless Nightmare Dimension has also quieted down, which makes the Nightmare Tree no longer bear the influence of the soaring Nightmare.

This tree is very strange.

Merlin could sense that there seemed to be something strange growing inside this tree.

The oak seeds used by Zatanna have all sorts of magical effects, and what kind of form the ancient trees cultivated with the power of nightmares will eventually evolve, even the extinct orthodox druids are hard to guess.

Long, let's grow.

Merlin stretched out his hand and patted the branches of the nightmare tree. The black branches shook like charred branches, as if responding.

He stood under the tree and stretched out his hand, flicking it lightly, the air in the dream world swayed like a wave of water.

The power of the King of Vanity was mobilized by Merlin.

With the touch of his fingers, the invisible space is rubbed to become a mirror, reflecting the dreams of thousands of lives.

As a super-level demon, Sangong possesses a variety of powers, and as Merlin who inherited the Seven Deadly Sins power system, he can also find what he needs from these various powers.

In the mirror in front of Merlin's eyes, countless faces were changing, either painful or happy.

He is looking.

Seek out someone to relate to, to step into a dream with the power of vanity.

This world has its own rules, and it is difficult for the Heavenly Father from hell to step into it without permission.

The Supreme Mage has already lenient for him, and Merlin has no choice but to take the initiative to break the rules between dimensions.

He can only project his will onto the world in this way.

Well, many high-ranking devils or demons, including some spirit bodies, also like to use this method to pick lucky or unlucky ones.

found it.

Before Merlin's eyes, the image in the mirror was fixed on the face of a sleeping girl.

She was fast asleep and immersed in her dreams.

Merlin looked at the familiar face, and he chuckled lightly.

When he closed his eyes in the dream world, his hand seemed to be dipped into the water. In the flowing white light, that hand merged into the mirror in front of him, and the light of the mirror spread out, like an open door.

In the fluttering black robe, Merlin stepped into it.

Assassin...

The ghosts of the past are back, I will give you a lucid dream.

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bass

Victoria's wrist flipped, and the knife was drawn.

Miss Witcher looked around vigilantly, she seemed to have come to an unknown wilderness.

There is endless darkness shrouded in the surroundings, and the sky is covered with dark clouds, even the bright moon is blocked.

The icy wind hit her face, blowing her long hair, making Victoria feel a bone-chilling cold, but not because of the wind itself.

There was a stench in the wind.

The smell of blood was also mixed with a beast-like growl.

I'm dreaming?

Victoria held the silver sword in her hand and kept backing away. She watched the wind and grass around her, and the senses of the witcher were raised to the extreme.

She lowered her head, and in the eyes of the cat that could see things in the dark, she looked at the reflection of the silver sword blade, which belonged to her face.

She said to herself:

Isn't this too real?

swish

There was a black shadow reflected on the blade, and it rushed from behind silently, as if preparing to complete a silent hunt.

But one second before the sharp claw buckled the demon hunter, the lady leaned forward, and the sharp blade in her hand slid outwards. With the sound of breaking wind from the evil-breaking silver sword, the attacker was almost cut open.

The stinky viscera hit the ground, corrosive blood dripped into the dust, and the severed Night Demon smashed in front of Victoria.

It roared and wanted to escape, but the demon hunter took a step forward, raised his knife and dropped it, and a bloody head flew out.

This seems to be a signal.

The next moment, overwhelming monsters appeared from the wilderness of the night, and rushed towards Victoria, whose sword was already stained with blood, from all directions.

The latter was surrounded by demons, she snapped her fingers, and the golden Kunn shield appeared in front of her eyes, which made Victoria heave a sigh of relief.

In this strange dream, the skills of the witcher can still be used.

She reached for her waist pocket and took out a bottle of sword oil.

Hmm, everything seems to be copied here.

Then what's there to be afraid of?

The witcher girl crushed the bottle, applied the monster sword oil on the silver sword, and dodged the pounce of a werewolf sideways, and took out the thunder potion from her pocket while stepping back.

The face that drank the potion no longer had that delicate look, but instead, the veins popped out, like a demon appearing.

A trace of fighting enthusiasm flashed in Victoria's eyes.

The corners of her mouth curled up, revealing a smile like a lone wolf.

bring it on...

Have a blast!

In the next second, a deadly and graceful sword dance, accompanied by the sound of sharp blades cutting flesh, lit up on this moonless wilderness.

The icy killing intent rolled up like a roaring tide.

The sharp blade was cold, and the fire splashed everywhere.

The roars of the demons were like an accompaniment, and Victoria slashed left and right, like a veteran returning to the battlefield.

Ten minutes later, the dance of sharp blades ended, and the wounded witcher girl stood in a sea of ​​corpses and blood. She stepped on the headed stone troll corpse, panting.

Leaning on her long sword, she raised her head as if feeling something.

At the end of the darkness, a man wearing a hood was standing there quietly. Under the hood, there were a pair of cold eyes looking at her.

That figure, that look, that stance.

Victoria straightened up in surprise. At this moment, she was sure that she was dreaming.

Because in front of her, standing is a dead person.

Master Raven?

She looked to the left and right, and the corpses had turned into weird black smoke and dissipated, she said:

all of these...

It's a dream.

Merlin looked at his disciple, and he said in a gentle tone:

It's also a long-lost test, Victoria, I'm very relieved that you haven't let up.

Grandmaster.

Victoria put away her sword, and she made a witcher's courtesy to Merlin.

As a hunter walking in the abnormal world, and a high-level member of the Assassin Brotherhood, when she saw Merlin reappear, she didn't have much surprise on her face.

They all say you're dead.

Victoria says:

So, in front of me, is it a ghost, or...some kind of evil?

You can try to slash me with a silver sword.

Merlin answered Victoria's question with a joke. He folded his hands and his dark and mysterious robe swayed in the wind.

He said to Victoria:

But that counts as you challenging me, Victoria.

Try it.

Miss Witcher drew out her silver sword, took a step forward, stabbed the blade towards Merlin's body with a standard thrust, and was blocked by another black sword extending from Merlin's hand.

Two seconds later, Victoria, whose head had been cut off, grabbed her own head and pressed it against the bleeding neck.

This scene is somewhat terrifying.

She glanced at Merlin, shrugged her shoulders, and said:

Well, with such amazing sword dancing skills, it seems that you are indeed real.

Victoria looked at Merlin, she asked:

Then, master, you pulled me into a dream, what do you need me to do for you?

Find someone for me.

Merlin handed the scroll with the demigod's night jackal message to Victoria.

He said to his disciples:

This is a mission issued by me, Victoria.

You can use the power of both the brotherhood and the witcher to find her as quickly as possible, but don't get involved in anything related to her... This is a demigod who is being manipulated, not that you can against opponents.

Merlin says:

If you have any news, go to the 'Succubus' bar in Manhattan and find someone named Constantine, and he will give you the rewards you deserve.

Remuneration or something...

Victoria put away the scroll, she said to Merlin:

You don't need it, do you? Do something for your mentor and you have to pay back. It's a bit...

The Brotherhood and the Witcher both have rules about spending money to do things.

Rules are rules, don't break them rashly.

Merlin shook his head. He stretched out his finger and placed it on Victoria's forehead.

He said:

After helping out 7 months ago, you don't owe me anything.

Snapped

With the tap of Merlin's finger, Victoria's dreams shattered like shattered glass.

My disciple, Meng...

It's time to wake up.