Shadow of the Beautiful World

Under the bright moonlight, on the deserted beach.

A special farewell ceremony is underway.

The demigod Ye Jackal holding a black ritual battle ax stood on the beach in front of Necrodamus. She stared at the black wizard who had been cut and was on the verge of death with a happy look.

Those terrifying assassins who fought with their lives just now had already put away their weapons.

They wore very strange robes, and each of them covered their cheeks with hoods. In this dead night, they looked dark and cold.

help me!

Necrodamus was lying on the beach, with blood continuously flowing from the scars on his chest and neck.

He could feel life flowing out of his body like flowing water, like a punctured balloon that was rapidly drying up.

He stretched out his hand to the Ye Jackal in front of him with difficulty.

The trembling fingers were covered with blood.

His eyes were full of pleading, full of desire to live, just like a sincere pleading, like a prayer in despair.

Ye Jackal is from Hades, she is the daughter of Hades.

As long as she is willing to help, the dying dark wizard can live.

But will the night jackal help?

If you fulfilled the contract just now and gave me freedom, maybe I will help you again.

The demigod let go of her hand, and the ritual battle ax stood on the spot like a pillar. She squatted down and looked at the weak dark wizard. In her eye sockets painted with weird oil paint, those long and narrow eyes were full of coldness.

she says:

Now, I am happy to be with you and watch you slowly die in pain.

My father used to say that dying is easy but the emphasis is on the painful process, not the clean end.

As for me, I am not as open-minded as my father.

Ye Jackal sneered.

She stood up and regained her grip on her ceremonial axe.

She raised this weird weapon, her eyes were full of indifference.

she says:

When there is a good reason to cause pain, I feel satisfied with any violence.

We have a contract!

The black wizard felt the terrible suffering coming, and he struggled like a dying bug, and he shouted:

You can't break the contract!

puff

As soon as he finished speaking, the sharp tail of the ritual battle ax pierced his chest.

The heart was not pierced, but the lungs were cut, which prevented the dark wizard from dying immediately, and he would only suffer more pain before the relief of death came.

wrong!

Ye Jackal twisted the battle axe.

She listened to the terrible wailing of the people under her feet, and the wailing was like the most beautiful music, making the corners of her lips curl up.

She stepped on the trembling body of the dark wizard and pulled the battle ax out of the flesh.

She said word for word:

I have a contract with that book, not with you!

I reminded you many times when you pretended to be a tiger, but unfortunately, you still didn't understand the difference between the two in the end. In the past 7 months, you used me as a servant

It's very fulfilling, right?

Ye Jackal raised her battle ax again, and she said softly:

Then, the great Necromancer Rodamus, let me 'serve' you well.

puff

The sound of weapons piercing flesh came again.

This time, the weak black wizard couldn't even make a sound.

The harshness and hatred in Ye Jie's words made him understand that he had no possibility of escape, and now he only wanted to die quickly.

However, what he faced was a demigod who had stepped out of the underworld.

As long as Ye Jackal is willing, he can live on his breath until Ye Jackal vents all the anger and hatred accumulated in his heart.

Let's go, there's nothing to see in this ugly massacre.

On the outskirts of the beach, Victoria the Demon Hunter Assassin retracted the Hidden Blade. She glanced at the Night Jackal and the Dark Wizard, and said to Layla beside her:

The task has been completed, and the next thing has nothing to do with us.

Although I know that the dark wizard will definitely die.

Layla shrugged. In the moonlight, she and her partner left the beach side by side. She said:

But I still think he's a bit miserable.

Hearing Leila's exclamation, Miles, the master assassin who emerged from the shadows, said softly:

How reckless it is when you are proud, how painful it is when you are frustrated, all the hatred in this world does not appear out of thin air

Behind Miles, John Wick, who has always been silent, also said:

No matter when, no matter which world you are in, the most arrogant one will always be the weakest one.

These four master assassins on missions are like playing a game, each of them only speaks one sentence.

In the end, it was Victoria who made the conclusion.

The dark wizard can live until now, not because he is strong enough, but because the master needs him to live until now.

As for these despair and pain, it is only their own fault.

Don't say that.

Leila chuckled lightly, she took Victoria's wrist, and she said jokingly:

He dares to make a deal with the Lord of Hell. He is a real ruthless character. He must have been prepared to face a tragic death. We outsiders should not worry about him.

Speaking of which, I'm more curious than Neko Rodamus' ending, what kind of reward the master prepared for us in New York?

Go and see, don't you know?

Victoria chuckled.

Under the midnight moonlight, the four assassins quickly disappeared at the end of the beach.

The shrill screams from behind seemed to be a farewell song for them.

In the wasteland hell, Merlin looked at the dark divine book trembling in his hand.

This grimoire from the original evil god is very disobedient, and it doesn't seem to think Merlin is its next bearer.

This is also normal.

After all, the Dark Divine Book will not have an owner. When a holder dies, it will randomly choose the next holder, and keep abandoning one guy after another.

Just like a bird without feet, it will never stop for anyone.

This is the rule set by the mysterious Great Shadow Sithorn when making this book.

Unless it is destroyed, this rule will continue indefinitely.

But fortunately, Merlin was not eager to keep this book that would only bring endless bad luck to the holder in his own hands.

Don't move! Don't jump! Don't howl

Merlin pressed the restless black tome with one hand.

The orange light was suppressed on the surface of the book, but there were faint signs that it couldn't be suppressed.

I just need a page.

Merlin said of the book:

Just like last time, I'll just tear off a page and let you go. I don't intend to imprison you for cooperating, okay?

The struggle of the Dark Divine Book weakened a bit.

It seemed to understand Merlin's words.

The moment Merlin let go of his fingers, the book spread out strangely, a page stood in front of Merlin's eyes, and it swayed with an impatient gesture.

The meaning is obvious.

Tear off the paper quickly.

It has no interest in staying in this damn place, the wasteland.

Really has character.

Merlin complained.

He stretched out his hand to hold the piece of paper standing upright in front of his eyes, and with the sound of the paper being torn, the empty white paper was torn from the body of the Dark God Book.

Merlin looked at the white paper flipped in his hand. Under his gaze, the torn paper changed its texture rapidly.

In just a few seconds, it was parchment again.

Just lying quietly in Merlin's hand.

The open book of darkness also suddenly closed at this moment, the space around it shook, and the book was about to leave here.

etc!

Merlin pressed his fingers on the quaint cover of the Dark God Book again, preventing it from leaving.

He said:

A contract about night jackals

Roar!

A deep roar sounded in Merlin's mind, as if a certain will was questioning angrily.

Obviously, Merlin's anger at demanding that the Dark Divine Book be released, it is questioning why Merlin interfered with its existing rules.

The contract between Ye Jackal and the Dark Divine Book has not been fulfilled.

In fact, at the moment when the Dark God Book abandoned the black wizard, Ye Jackal also failed to fulfill the request of Neko Rodamus.

I didn't mean to mess around.

Merlin frowned, and said to the black tome in front of him:

But I don't believe it. You can't understand what the black wizard did. He was just abusing that contract. He found your loophole and extended the ever-changing content of a contract into countless ones.

If you have to be reasonable, then I think that Ye Jackal has served him for more than seven months, and the so-called contract should have been completed long ago!

She deserves to be free!

The dark divine book kept beating in Merlin's hands.

It was like an irritable brat who couldn't listen to opinions. He neither refuted Merlin's explanation, nor was he willing to complete the contract.

The two sides began a stalemate.

This caused a flash of fire in Merlin's blue eyes, but soon he calmed down. He turned his head to look at the parchment in his hand, and a smile appeared on his face.

Merlin clasped the irritable dark book in one hand, and spread out the parchment with the other, and placed it on the table.

Orange light appeared in his hand, converging into a quill.

Merlin wrote on the parchment:

How do I convince it?

This scene is the same as before.

Under Merlin's gaze, a big graffiti-like graffiti-like smile appeared on the parchment.

Those lines jumped quickly and quickly reorganized into a paragraph.

Unconvincing.

The Book of Darkness, the Scroll of Sithorne, the Book of Sin, the Book of the Dead, etc., these are the aliases of the tome in your hand, it represents the evil deeds of the original evil god, and it represents the mockery and abandonment of fate words.

It is like a greedy glutton, stubbornly unwilling to give up every captured soul, and it is unreasonable to reason with it.

But being unable to convince does not mean that it cannot be cracked. Just like a greedy person will never give up the stacked gold in front of him. You cannot erase that contract, but you can replace it with a richer bait.

The only question is, what kind of contract can satisfy such a greedy dark divine book?

The parchment seemed to be provoking Merlin's guts, and there was a warning on its surface:

It will never have an owner, but that doesn't mean it can't be used by you.

Merlin looked at the line.

His eyes were full of thought.

A moment later, he flicked his finger, and the incomplete soul from Maharaja Marduk appeared in his finger.

He brought the soul close to the Dark Divine Book, and the latter was like a beast smelling flesh and blood, the trembling that almost escaped quickly transformed into an extreme desire.

It does not need to rely on devouring souls to survive.

It just wants this soul, very pure, very greedy.

I use it to replace Razan the Night Jackal.

Merlin said to the Dark God Book:

I sacrificed it to you, and you let Razan trade freely?

The Dark Divine Book fell silent.

This guy seems to be thinking about gains and losses.

A few seconds later, it projected a message into Merlin's mind, making Merlin laugh dumbfounded.

Your appetite is really big, I won't give you my soul, but we can change the request, for example, I will give you 1% of all the souls I hunt in the future, until the day I fail or die of old age.

hum

A dark magic power erupted from the dark divine book, pulling the soul in Merlin's hand into his own body.

Indicates that the transaction is established.

Merlin laughed loudly. He picked up the book of darkness and handed it to Icarus who was standing beside him. He said to Icarus:

Bring it back to the mysterious house, give it to Xuanlan, put it in the storage room, and don't let others touch it.

Mechanic Ji nodded, turned and left with the Dark Divine Book.

After Icarus took a few steps, Merlin said without looking back:

You are not allowed to read it yourself!

Machina stopped in her footsteps, and the lady with long blue hair curled her lips, her little thoughts were seen through.

If this book is really as magical as it is said in the legend, then it must know how to turn a mechanical life into real flesh and blood, right?

But since Merlin asked

Then forget it.

Icarus didn't intend to disobey Merlin, because there wasn't much need for these things to conflict with him.

After Icarus left, Merlin looked at the parchment.

This time he didn't write anything, and there were still writings on the parchment.

It's like a greeting after a long absence.

It's like a polite way of meeting someone for the first time.

In short, on the thin parchment, under a big, stick figure-like, weird smile, there is a handwriting that shines like fire.

Hello, Merlin.

Merlin smiled, picked up the orange quill, and wrote seriously on the parchment.

Hello, Oneiroi.

I have a question for you that I can't get an answer to