Shadow of the Beautiful World

Ten minutes ago, little Hella thought that Ganata was just a joking heavenly father.

After all, although Hela was the former heavenly father, even though she was down and out now, she was still well-informed in her heyday.

She followed Odin to fight a war of the worlds. Why hasn't she seen the wars in the north and south for hundreds of years?

She has killed countless monsters who ate food and were hungry.

But more than ten minutes later, after witnessing Ganata eating most of the unconscious Surtur, the pale little Hela said

She has never seen this scene before her.

That's magma!

It's not just ordinary magma.

Although Surtur has the appearance of a humanoid creature, it is essentially an elemental creature with a body temperature reaching tens of thousands of degrees!

Who can't take it easy and eat this thing?

And Ganata was eaten with a knife and chopsticks!

Heck, that purple-eyed girl even ate with undeniable grace

hiss hiss

Miss Taotie dug out a ball of dark red magma with a spoon and stuffed it into her mouth, as if she was really eating hot pot.

She sucked it a few times, and while chewing, she said to Merlin who was sitting cross-legged beside her:

This Balrog sashimi is a bit hot, but it tastes good. Do you want to eat it?

I won't.

Merlin smiled at Ganata with his usual expression, and said softly:

Enjoy it yourself, my stomach probably can't stand such a fierce thing, oh, by the way, Surtur is a flame giant, not a Balrog.

Oh, oh, the flame giant.

Ganata nodded, she blinked and said to Merlin:

This is the first time I've tasted the flame giant, and it's still a big guy at the level of a heavenly father. I probably have to sleep after eating it. I have eaten a lot of good things recently. I have to let my body adapt.

It's okay, you go to sleep.

Merlin waved his hand and said to Ganata:

Recently, there have been no occasions that require you to take action. If it is an emergency, I will wake you up.

You better not do that.

The purple-eyed girl scooped up a scoop of extremely hot magma with the weird spoon and put it in her mouth. She sucked her tongue and said:

When I was woken up, I got up very angry, but if it is really a special situation, it doesn't matter.

Okay, give me his head.

Merlin nodded with a smile, and he said something to Ganata.

The latter was already used to Merlin's operation, and with a hook, Surtur's skull fell into Merlin's hands.

This time it wasn't just the rusty, grotesque iron mask.

It was a complete flaming skull.

Treated by Ganata in a special way, it looks like a fist-sized artwork with a complete skull and a complete iron mask, and there is no rusty smell.

Probably because of Surtur's voluntary suicide, the power of the Flame King's essence was locked in it.

Merlin put the skull in front of his eyes, and he looked at the eye sockets of the skull, where fire was shining, just like when Surtur was still alive.

Good ingredients.

Lord Raven said softly, then tore open the space casually, took out a bottle of the best star ink, and wrapped the power of vanity on the skull of the Fire King just like last time.

Under the rubbing of the orange light, it was as if the skull was devoured bit by bit, crushed, ground into fiery powder, and fell into the starry sky ink in Merlin's hand.

In just a few seconds, the ink seemed to be ignited, emitting a flame-like light.

He took out a pen made of angel feathers, dipped it in the ink, then spread out the third blank page of the Book of Ravens, and wrote on it with the pen:

This is the story of Ragnarok, the story of Surtur

It's not a spell.

Or rather, not a pure spell.

According to Surtur's request, Merlin wanted to describe the story of Surtur and Ragnarok in hundreds of words, just like a long poem.

Then he began to copy the third combat form for himself, just like recording the form of brute force.

Ink is the instrument that binds words to paper.

Words are not only thoughts, but they are brought from the heaven of spirit into the hell of reality.

While Raven was writing, he was talking to himself some words that Hela couldn't understand.

He said:

But even so, no matter how depraved the mind has become, even if the story it represents is over.

But words, and the things we can derive from them, those stories, those legends, as long as there are people commemorating them, they will still be eulogized.

It's still eternal.

His font is beautiful, the most beautiful cursive font, and the sound of bones being chewed from time to time around him did not disturb Merlin's thoughts.

Beside him, little Hela poked her head out curiously, looking at the strange spell written by Merlin on the page.

That was a way of casting spells she had never seen before.

A little farther away, Teeth Gritter's reins are tied to a stone.

On the saddle behind the goat, Thor, who was unconscious, had no signs of awakening, but he was not seriously injured, and he would probably wake up soon.

Hela is not a person who likes to learn. After watching it for a few minutes, she lost interest in Merlin's spell.

She could already conclude that even if Merlin wanted to teach, she would definitely not be able to.

So, bored, she looked back at the lava body that had been almost eaten by Ganata.

The gaze was sensed by Ganata, and the purple-eyed girl raised her head and showed a friendly smile to Hela.

It should have been a sweet smile.

But the food residue on the corner of Ganata's mouth, the magma juice like tomato sauce, like dark red blood, made little Hela couldn't help shivering again.

She hurriedly turned her head and complained to Merlin in a low voice:

What are we still doing here?

Little Haila pouted dissatisfiedly, children are always impatient.

Wait.

Merlin was concentrating on writing the third form of spells, and the starry sky ink in his hand had bottomed out, and the sparkling fire in it also became dim.

Lord Raven continued to write the last handle, and replied without raising his head:

The game is not over yet, there are two missing pieces on the board, didn't you notice?

Um?

Hela's eyes widened.

The little girl with the ball head looked around. In this broken world, she was beaten back to a child's mentality due to lack of strength, recalling the previous battles.

Soon, Hela understood who Merlin was talking about.

Odin!

And the mysterious angel who took the power gem.

Angela, it is said that she is Odin's first daughter, is Hela's sister?

Thinking of this, Hela couldn't help curling her lips.

She didn't like her father very much, and she said in a cursed tone:

The old man may have died long ago.

You have ruined Asgard, and all godheads have been severely injured, and so has Odin, and he has a deeper connection with Asgard than I do.

At the moment when God's Domain exploded, no matter where he was, he would be seriously injured.

Hella says:

It's a pity that he died at the hands of another daughter.

oh?

Merlin wrote the last character.

With the final completion of the spell handle, a flame shone on the text on the third page of the Raven Book, as if it was about to burn the entire book, but soon, the flame disappeared.

Merlin put away the quill pen and ink bottle, picked up the open book, and blew on the pages.

He read the spell again, and felt that it was not as smooth as the previous two. He frowned and thought about it, and said to Hela casually:

You underestimate your old father so much?

Do you think that after Odin's godhead is damaged, the old heavenly father will be so weak that he will be bullied by anyone? You don't know much about your father, do you?

What does it mean?

Little Hela frowned and asked:

You mean, Odin has other cards?

I don't know, but I guess he won't be as simple as you see.

Raven did not answer this question directly.

He looked back at Ganata, who had finished eating the hot pot, with a relaxed face. He frowned and said:

Did you miss something from me?

Hey hey?

Ganata turned her head and looked at Merlin innocently.

With her hands behind her back and her big purple eyes blinking innocently, she said:

You can't make people innocent out of thin air, Merlin, although we have a good relationship, you will get yourself into trouble if you talk nonsense like that. Don't look at me like that, I'm sorry.

Merlin looked blankly at the playwright Ganata, he stretched out his hand towards Miss Taotie, and said:

Bring it!

what.

Ganata turned her face away, whistled, and pretended to be crazy and said:

What are you asking for? I don't understand.

Eternal fire!

Raven said:

I only need a little bit, one-third is enough. Without the blessing of that thing, Surtur's strength is not as good as the Heavenly Father, and my flame spell is useless.

A third!

Ganata turned her head and bared her teeth fiercely at Merlin, she said:

This kind of energy-rich thing, I keep it as a spicy snack, but it is very precious.

Lord Raven was expressionless, and even slightly angry.

When Ganata saw that it was not easy to get angry, her big eyes immediately became sad, filled with tears, as if she was about to be bullied and cry.

But Merlin remained unmoved.

He said coldly:

If you do this again, next time I have something delicious, I won't call you anymore.

Think about it for yourself, whether it's for the small snacks now, or the big meals in the future.

whispering sound

Ganata didn't hesitate for a second.

She has always been very sensible when it comes to things like eating.

She opened her fingers, and a dancing flame burst out in the palm of her hand. It was the eternal fire, Surtur's heart fire.

Great material to support the Fire Lord stepping over the Father.

She was very distressed and threw a third of the flame to Merlin, who took it in his hand and slapped the flame on the third page of the Raven Book with his backhand.

boom

A dazzling pillar of fire leaped over the spell.

The flame quickly changed from the most common orange-red to orange-yellow, and finally turned to white, and then quickly extinguished on the paper amidst the whirring sound of cold wind blowing.

Those spells were still the same spells, but now it was as if they had been injected with souls.

Little Hela looked at those spells again, and found that the words on the page seemed to have their own life, twisting and dancing like black tadpoles.

If you don't look carefully, you won't understand it at all.

Heavenly father-level Balrog form! Complete!

Merlin reached out and stroked the spell on the third page in satisfaction. Where his fingers passed, there were scattered sparks dancing, as if they were touching charcoal with his fingers.

Φλ?γa! (Flame!)

Lord Raven uttered a spell.

The flames surging like flowing water quickly covered the whole body along the fingers. Under the surprised gaze of little Hella, Merlin's flesh and blood quickly transformed into a lava form like Surtur.

Like some kind of illusion, he transformed from flesh and blood into real elements in the blink of an eye.

Still maintaining Merlin's figure, but hot magma is flowing on the surface of the body, and tumbling flames form long flowing hair.

The ground hovering under his feet quickly spread into a high-temperature magma pool, and the temperature made Hela couldn't help but take a few steps back.

She looked at Merlin with surprise in her big eyes.

She could feel that the real Surtur was standing in front of her eyes, the throbbing of the flame, the burning enthusiasm, the high temperature that burned the world.

He used that strange big book to transform himself into the Lord of Fire.

It's a pity that the magic power of the elemental body is completely different from that of the caster. Merlin's current most offensive magic, the shape of Icon, still cannot be used in the form of the Balrog.

But Monarch Raven has long since looked away.

In this world, where is there anything perfect?

He raised his finger, and at the fingertips made of magma, hot lava was tumbling and flowing, and the dancing flames were burning. With five fingers clasped together, Raven took a step forward and punched forward with a standard punch .

Aw!

A blazing flame exploded from the fist.

In the tumbling flames, the lifelike hellhound head-shaped lava fireball roared and flew out, just like a real life flame monster.

With a posture of devouring and biting, it slammed fiercely on the boulder suspended in the distance.

After the flame dissipated, the boulder was turned into a substance like soot in the extremely high temperature.

This trick is called 'Devil Dog'.

As the flames faded, Merlin turned back into Raven Lord. He closed the book of Raven and looked back at little Hila behind him.

He smiled, patted the Raven Book by his hand, and said softly:

Want to learn?

I'll teach you.

On the other side of Merlin's body, Ganata curled her lips in disdain.

She naturally understands.

Merlin was just lying to the child.

This miraculous change in power form came from the link between the Book of Raven and Merlin's soul. Even if he wanted to teach it, Hela would never be able to learn it.

Unless, this little girl in green clothes is willing to give up the special power called Godhead in her body.

but

And who would be willing to give up the shortcuts they were born with?

However, Ganata did not expose Merlin's tricks. She raised her head and suddenly looked back at the stars in the sky. Her nose moved, and then her eyes became excited.

she smelled

Taste more delicious food!