Shadow of the Beautiful World

It's hard to make a long-term plan.

All kinds of variables, those unpredictable emergencies, and unexpected troubles will make a seemingly perfect plan full of holes.

Not to mention, there is definitely more than one conspirator in this world.

Merlin has his own plan, and when it is executed, it will always be used by other conspirators who are watching him.

As the saying goes, when you look at the scenery on the bridge, the person watching the scenery looks at you through the window...

In this real world, a qualified conspirator must be prepared to be used by others.

Merlin realized this very early on.

He has a great teacher, Nick Fury. During his espionage career, he seldom made large-scale long-term plans. That brathead likes to make some short-term plans that are easy to finish.

Use your own intelligence advantages to complete the plan before others have figured it out, and then start the plan with super execution power, and quickly end it when others try to intervene.

Once the plan changes unexpectedly and becomes uncontrollable, abandon it decisively.

Like a cunning black fox.

Fury is best at breaking big plans into smaller ones.

Use unrestrained thinking to execute these seemingly irrelevant small things, slowly pile up with small victories, and finally complete the main body of your big plan.

As long as the vision is not as high as Fury, it will be difficult for others to see through all these actions before Fury's real goal emerges.

Merlin has worked with Fury for more than ten years, and he has learned very well.

During the period of becoming the king of hell, he didn't reveal his plans and plans at all, but ran around, hammering and hammering here and there, as if he was arranging something.

But if you follow his behavior, it seems that you can't see anything.

At least in the eyes of the other hell lords, Merlin spread his tent very wide.

But with regard to the battle for the King of Hell, apart from raiding and killing Lord Marduk, the Lord Raven seems to have no other more active plans.

Only a small number of people can roughly guess Merlin's plan.

For example, Mephisto, the great devil who is best at conspiracy among the hell lords.

Mephisto's hell is no different from the hells of other maharajas, it is full of depravity.

The group of demons roared endlessly all day long, fighting among themselves, and the nature of hell creatures was released wantonly. As the lord of this place, the great devil has no intention of changing or suppressing it.

The souls of the sinners who fell into this hell are being tortured by demons, and these bad characters take pleasure in it.

Outside the gloomy castle palace of the old devil, next to an underground furnace for forging weapons, on a large stone platform, the high-ranking devils under Mephisto are holding a banquet.

They sat on stone chairs dotted with thighbones, yelling loudly at familiar devils or demons.

The succubi with charming faces and fiery figures are like butterflies wearing flowers, going back and forth between the banquets of these high-ranking devils, constantly delivering delicious wine to the adults, enduring their salty pig hands, and even sending some more Processed ingredients.

Best food in those hells.

If you look carefully, many of Merlin's old acquaintances participated in the banquet held in Mephistopheles Hell.

Of course, in the form of food.

Like, Gideon Malik...

The Hydra leader who was killed by Merlin himself was hung up by red-hot chains. He screamed and was thrown into the boiling hot oil, like potato chips being cooked.

A group of salivating horned devils leaned on steel forks, waiting for the delicious food to come out of the oven.

Oh, and Lord Crossbones, the loyal Hydra commander, is bound to Gideon Malik who is frying the oil.

He was sliced ​​up with a kitchen knife by a good cook demon for the High Devils to eat.

That's the perfect accompaniment to lunch.

When Mephisto is in a good mood, he will also participate in the lunch time of those superior devils, chat with his subordinates, and appease them.

Or trick them a bit.

The old devil knows how to enjoy life and how to share.

It will always take out some interesting souls it has collected to show off to its subordinates.

It hopes that its subordinates will become conspiratorialists who fan the flames like it, but unfortunately, there are only a few hell creatures as talented as it.

This made old Mephisto feel a little lonely occasionally.

But today, Mephisto was not in a good mood, maybe it was the waking up when he woke up from a nap in the afternoon. In short, the wayward old devil declined the invitation of those servants.

It seems that it intends to stay by itself this afternoon, enjoying the quiet time that a widowed old devil should have.

Mephisto's collection is dotted everywhere in this gloomy but huge palace built in the style of a medieval castle.

Those souls who have been deceived here from all ages are the most depraved and vicious souls, and they are decorated in the drawing room of the Great Devil in the form of oil paintings.

They are the protagonists in the oil painting.

When Mephisto approached, these souls all uttered flattering praises or desperate prayers, but how could a guy with such a bad personality like Mephisto let them be freed so easily?

Oh, sweet Cynthia.

The big devil is wearing the most popular robes of hell lords in recent years, with his hands behind his back, walking in his palace.

It says hello to its favorite collection.

It was an oil painting of a country scene, in which a black-haired lady with a perfect figure was watering flowers with her back to the big devil.

Facing Mephisto's hello, the man in the painting let out a snort of disdain, then threw away the shower, returned to his thatched hut, and closed the door with a bang.

Are you still waiting for your son to come and save you?

The big devil didn't care much, it was like molesting a woman from a good family, he laughed and said to the woman in the painting:

I've been paying attention to Little Doom recently. He seems to be busy with a big event recently.

Say, should I help? After all, if lovely Cynthia agrees to be my concubine, then Little Doom will call me 'Daddy'.

Go away! Dirty bastard!

Doom's mother, the gypsy witch Cynthia's screams came from the oil painting, and a high-heeled shoe was thrown out of the painting, as if a brilliant magic traced a trajectory in the painting, and then flew out of the oil painting come out.

The big devil moved nimbly with a short lower body, dodging the flying high heels, and let the thing smash into another painting, knocking a drunkard to the ground.

The old devil was not angry.

Have character!

Mephisto smiled and raised his finger, it said:

Hot girl, I like it! I will not give up my pursuit, lovely Cynthia, one day, I will let you serve me willingly.

Little Doom's father, I'm sure!

After molesting Doom's mother, the big devil seems to be in a better mood.

Followed by his most trusted servants, the great devil, hands behind his back, humming a weird song, went to his next collection room.

But from outside the castle, the excited screams of the feasting devils when they were torturing their souls, and the wailing of those souls when they were being tortured, made the old devil feel a little ear-piercing.

The hell lord with the most gorgeous beard in all worlds curled his lips.

A trace of disgust flashed in its red eyes, and it changed its walking direction and walked towards the palace terrace.

A group of bastards who advocate violence, enjoy violence, and low-level bastards who can't be mentioned on the table. They are the most suitable cannon fodder.

The old devil said to the servants who followed him:

Don't imitate them. As for you, I finally found a guy with some brains. I don't want to send you to the battlefield that day...

Yes, Your Majesty.

As for the guy Mephisto trusted the most, he was a very humble guy.

Although it is also a high-ranking devil, its appearance is not as outstanding as other devils, let alone being compared with Lord Mephisto who has the most gorgeous beard in all worlds.

It's more like a dusty gargoyle, but judging by the sinister glint in its eyes, the guy is also a bastard who is good at moving in the shadows.

No wonder he was favored by Mephisto.

It maintained a submissive appearance, and asked in a hoarse voice:

My master, do you want me to disperse those noisy guys?

no, do not want.

Mephisto waved his hand in a disinterested manner, and said:

It is a sin to disturb other people when they are happy, and it is hated to disturb their simple and foolish pleasure.

Just let those bastards make trouble...

The big devil stepped on the stairs leading to the terrace, it said calmly:

Anyway, they won't last long.

These words startled the gargoyle following the big devil.

But it didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Walking to the obsidian-cast terrace, the old devil took a deep breath of hell's air, the pungent sulfur smell made him extremely relaxed, and he sat on his favorite recliner.

The couch was dotted with the pale skull of Faust, one of Mephisto's favorite possessions.

It reached out to pick up a cup of hot tea with just the right temperature, and while admiring the pale sunset in its own hell, it said to the servants behind it:

Has Barr responded to my initiative?

No, Your Majesty.

The gray, gargoyle-like devil whispered:

Maharaja Baal ate our messenger, and I think that probably represents its response.

Lord Lucifer is more respectable. He cut off the limbs of the messenger and wrote his response on the belly of the poor fellow with blood...

Having said that, the gargoyle seemed to hesitate a bit.

Oh, what did my dear Lucifer say? I'm sure it wasn't something vulgar.

Mephisto drank his tea like a true widowed old man, and it said:

In this noisy world, only the elegant Lucifer can understand me occasionally. Oh, how lonely.

Well.

The gargoyle was embarrassed for a moment, and it said:

Master Lucifer wrote the same sentence in 37 languages. The font is really beautiful, and the words and sentences are very decent. It's just the content...

The gargoyle thought for a while, and spoke Lucifer's response in a way that would not offend the Maharaja.

It makes you roll with your schemes into the vilest puddles.

Well, this is the modified content, omitting the bitter sarcasm of Lord Lucifer, the wonderful metaphor, and the tiger-wolf greetings to Mephisto's mother, etc.

Tsk tsk.

Mephisto pouted, it said:

Look at this place, the will of hell has turned elegant Lucifer into a dirty thug, it's a pity, I thought it would write a poem about my friendship with it, fallen angels Don’t you just like this tune.”

Forget it, they can't count on it.

The old devil took a sip of his tea and said:

It's not so easy for a decisive battle between a group of old Yinbis to turn into a big melee in hell. After all, no one wants to be used as a gunman, and no one wants to be the first bird, especially after poor Marduk died. After falling...

Merlin, Merlin, no matter where you go, you are so restless, you are a troublesome bastard.

The big devil narrowed his eyes, and a chill flashed in his red eyes.

To this day, it has not forgotten the images it saw on the top floor of the Trident Building a year ago.

And those... horrific facts about Merlin.

And the Raven's warning.

Go back to hell, bury your head in the deep pit and tremble, the next time we meet, it will be the time when your existence will be erased.

Merlin's warning will appear in every dream of the archdevil.

Mephisto has lived for so many years, it really has never been so afraid of a mortal.

Fortunately, that mortal finally died, died under Odin's eternal gun.

After secretly witnessing Merlin's death, Mephisto thought that the nightmare would go away, and it did live a comfortable life for a few months, but just when Mephisto completely let go of his vigilance...

guess what?

That bastard Merlin is alive again!

Not only did he come back, he also came back as the Lord of Hell, Wasteland Hell...

The hell where a Maharaja could never be born was actually held by Merlin in his hands.

That guy doesn't know how to convince the god of heaven...

Thinking of this, Mephisto would feel a chill rising up.

In fact, after Merlin entered the Hell King Contest, Mephisto felt an indescribable sense of urgency.

It has accelerated its plan in the Hell King Battle, and is still inciting other hell lords to use force against Wasteland Hell, so that Merlin can't spare time to interfere with him.

But this kind of incitement was not going well, and the other hell lords were not fools.

I know, your goal is the throne of the king of hell.

Mephisto looked at the hot tea in his hand, and said to himself:

Look, although they kept saying that they had seen through my plot, they still set their sights on you...Merlin, in this situation, how are you going to reach Satan's throne?

Oh, forget it.

The big devil drank the tea in the cup in one gulp.

It rocked the couch and said:

It's better to ask for help than to ask for yourself. Those guys are unreliable... Have the formalities in the world been completed?

asked the big devil.

The gargoyle behind him immediately replied:

According to your instructions, Your Majesty, we have registered the complete procedures in the world and can start construction at any time, but I don't quite understand, what use are those complicated procedures for us?

Oh, look at what you said.

The great devil let out a series of queer laughter, and it said:

If you want to do business on someone else's site, you must abide by their rules. Procedures are very important. I don't want to be broken into by f.. the day my business opens.

I'm a law-abiding devil. Who in hell doesn't know my good reputation? It's not easy to get a good reputation, so don't destroy it.

Go to work.

The big devil waved his hand, it said:

And get me a suit for the day the business opens.

The gargoyle bowed away, and Mephisto was the only one left on the terrace.

The great devil stood up from the couch, with his hands behind his back, staring at the pale sunset of hell, he said:

Maybe this world does exist because of you, Merlin Riley.

But don't expect me to get caught...

Mephisto stretched out his hand, stroked his slender neck, and said with a light smile:

Here's my head, I'm waiting for you to get it...

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