Shadow of the Beautiful World

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In the hall of the border of hell, an arc flashed, representing another contestant being sent out of the battlefield.

The halo danced on the ground, and slowly peeled off, finally revealing the figure in the light, that is Ebony Maw, Ebony Maw, Ebony Maw, son of Thanos.

It is in dire condition at this time.

The left leg was cut off from the calf, the incision was smooth and scorched, as if it was burned by a flame-like force, so that the blue blood did not flow, but it was not a fatal injury.

In Ebony Maw's chest, there was a severed invisible blade.

The blade is like crystal glass reflecting light, in the shape of a straight-edged sword, it is the gathering of magic power, and it is the sharpest thing in the world composed of dark secrets.

Merlin is very familiar with this, it is a sharp blade made by the intercepted space, invisible and deadly.

Under the teaching of the big tiger Hoggs, coupled with the fact that his avatar left in the quantum world has been completely assimilated, his understanding of the concept of space has gradually deepened, and it has far surpassed anyone in this world.

He is about to touch the profound meaning of space.

help me...

The Ebony Maw lay on the icy ground of the obsidian, breathing with difficulty, but every breath was like inhaling a raging fire, burning the heart and lungs, and every breath became more and more difficult.

Life is pulling away.

The moment it left the battlefield, it was stabbed through the heart by the murderous Modu. This shouldn't have happened. The teleportation should be instant, but it happened.

It's like revenge, although late, but never absent.

The ebony throat covered the scar on its heart, and it turned its head with difficulty, looking at the person sitting on the steps in front of it.

The whole body was wrapped in bandages, with a cold expression on the face of Master Wang.

Beside him was the Scarlet Witch who had just been sent out, Wanda Django Maximoff. That powerful witch was wearing a heavy cloak at this time, her face was pale and weak.

She didn't look at the dying Ebonmaw on the ground, as if the creature didn't exist at all.

Farther away, the hunter angel Angela was holding a small mirror and was touching up her makeup. She had no interest and had no reason to help Ebony Throat.

As a result, the despair in Ebony Maw's gray eyes grew deeper.

It can only look at the last person in the hall.

Raven Merlin.

The referee and host of this competition.

I, I'm a competitor, you must...must...

Ah, I know.

Before Ebony Maw could finish his intermittent words, Merlin's figure disappeared from above the steps, and when he reappeared, he was already squatting beside him.

Lord Raven stretched out his finger, flicked lightly on the sharp blade at Ebony Maw's heart, amidst the buzzing sound like glass, Ebony Maw's body twitched crazily due to the explosion of pain.

Merlin's blue eyes met Ebony Maw's gray eyes, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

His fingers gently grasped the sharp knife in his heart, and he said:

You are a contestant, and I have an obligation to save you.

Yes, I will save you. You may not know that before I became the Lord of Hell, I was an agent, and before I became an agent, my ideal was to become a doctor.

No one knows how to save people better than me, bear with it, poor little one.

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The broken blade that pierced into the heart was pulled out without hesitation in the next moment.

The moment the blade that sealed the wound was pulled away, a large amount of blue blood spurted out from the wound of Ebony Throat, like real life gushing out from the shattered crack, like a burst balloon continuously gushing out. Out of gas.

The light in Ebony Maw's eyes became fierce and vicious, as if he was using his last strength to curse Merlin.

It has felt the call of death.

It's a pity that the operation failed, which is also a common thing...

Merlin glanced at the blood-stained Broken Blade in his hand, then threw the thing aside, he clasped his fingers, a ball of dancing orange light shone in his palm, and he said to Ebony Maw:

But your life shouldn't end here, you still have one last mission to complete.

Snapped

The excessive vanity was slapped by Merlin's backhand into the cracked heart of the ebony throat.

The orange light filled the alien's body, and soon, the sluggish Ebony Maviser climbed up from the ground bit by bit like a puppet being manipulated.

It had a broken leg, so it could only bounce and hide on the edge of the stone steps. The jumping movements were stiff and weird, as if there were invisible threads connected to the body, manipulating it.

Merlin, come and see this.

Just after Raven completed a surgery, the Scarlet Witch behind him suddenly shouted:

Come on, Mo Du's state is not right!

Um?

Merlin turned his head and looked at the projection projected in the air. He saw Mordo running fast in the dark, and he was talking to himself. He seemed to be arguing with another invisible thing.

Raven's eyes narrowed.

But then he became gentle again. He waved to Wanda and said:

Every player in this competition has a hole card. The power from the dark dimension may be Master Modu's hole card. Don't worry.

Raven lowered his eyelids, and said in a cold tone:

After the game, someone will go to Dormammu to talk about it.

Continue to follow the game.

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The state of Master Modu is indeed not right.

He was running in the dark mountains, and he didn't use the more convenient portal, but relied on the agility and speed of his body, like a climbing ape, he flexibly climbed and sprinted on the mountain wall with no road at all.

After sending Ebonmaw out of the match, the battle mage took a moment to heal himself, and his swollen cheeks were almost healed.

There is still some swelling around the corners of the eyes, but the problem is no longer serious.

He is looking for other contestants.

At this moment, the situation of this battle for hegemony was very clear. The remaining people were divided into two camps, which were better than Dum walking alone, while the rest were grouped together.

But the purpose of both parties is the same.

They put aside their hostility for the time being, and they are all trying to solve the problems in this world itself. They want to save the world, and then they have to fight.

They have more vision than you.

As Mordo climbed over the ridge, the voice echoing in his mind sounded again.

The extraterritorial existence that claims to be the monarch of the dark dimension seems to have heard the entanglement of Modu's mind. It said to Modu in a confidant way:

When it comes to how to heal the world and how to save the world, you believers of the Ancient One are more professional than others... You have participated in many salvations with the Supreme Master, but they are one step ahead of you.

Mo Du, when you entered this world, you discovered the problems in this world, the invasion of the ancient gods, the curse of flesh and blood, malice will engulf this world, and the parasitic actions of evil spirits have reached the final stage.

But you who discovered the problem first, why did you fall into this situation?

The voice of the dark lord Dormammu became playful, and it said:

Why did you become the slowest one when you were supposed to unite with others to save the world?

You are already far behind the others. I can feel that both sides except you have already come up with a solution, only you are still struggling to find it.

You are too weak. You have the determination to save the world, but you don't have the power to save the world.

You desire to honor the ancient one, the leader you regard as your elder and relative. You hope to get the throne of the supreme mage to prove the weight of Kama Taj's inheritance.

But you can't, you don't have that power.

Mordo remained silent.

He continued running in the dark, as if Dormammu's words didn't even exist.

As a determined battle mage, he attaches great importance to the tempering of the soul, and the thoughts stored in his mind are just a wisp of will from the dark monarch, which cannot affect Modu's judgment.

But how this ray of will from outside the territory appeared in Modu's mind is a question worth pondering.

Dom is much stronger than you, and the witch who controls the heroic spirit is also stronger than you. The others are more cunning than you, and you have no advantage in all aspects.

Obtaining the spiritual scepter is your only hope of victory, but you foolishly gave it to Doom in order to save a woman who has nothing to do with you.

I have told you in advance that even if the great evil spirits invade this world, as long as I help you, you can still survive unscathed.

That's the best battlefield for you, but you still made a stupid choice.

Dormammu chattered and said:

Are you in love with that witch? Or are you dominated by the desire of humans to mate? Or is the ridiculous justice in your heart driving you to do that great thing?

Hehe, you gave up your own hope with your own hands, Mo Du, poor Mo Du, you are like a person who has fallen into the darkness, knowing that there is no hope, but still looking for firelight everywhere.

You are going to lose, and you know it, but you are stubborn and don't want to admit it.

Talk, answer me, it's boring to talk alone, talk to me, anyway, you don't have any companions anymore.

Dormammu urged.

It craves a response.

The human mind is the most peculiar thing. When it is firm, it surpasses steel, and no force can break it. The so-called strength without desire.

But it is also the weakest thing, as long as there is a slight gap, external force can easily penetrate into it.

Man's desire is the window, as long as the window is opened, then the depravity will follow like a shadow.

You are afraid of failure. Before this ridiculous game started, you were afraid of failure. You were afraid of seeing the disappointment in Gu's eyes. You were afraid of ruining the glory and future of Karma Taj with your own hands. You don't want to lose.

You think you are a firm person, but I saw with my own eyes that the fear almost overwhelmed you. You looked for the strength to help yourself, and you learned of my existence from my believers.

Casillas just mentioned it casually, and you found a way to contact me in the forbidden book of the ancient one. You see, my appearance here is the result of your own choice. You want me to be your hole card. Reversal Lose, win.

The Dark Lord said in a descriptive tone:

You have made up your mind, but when you want to use the power of taboo, you become hesitant, worrying about gains and losses, like a weak girl, what are you afraid of?

Its question still hasn't been answered, which made Dormammu feel impatient, and it said bluntly:

You disciples of the Ancient One will always have superhuman obstinacy towards evil and justice, chaos and order, but I think that Ancient One probably told you...

There is no good or evil in power itself, just like a sharp blade itself cannot hurt people. Whether you use power to achieve great deeds or do evil things, that is entirely your own choice.

I lend you my power, and I don't interfere with any of your decisions. It's like lending and investing, a set of human tricks. This is an absolutely fair deal.

I know your worries, so let me ask you, are you afraid that you won't be able to control my power, and you will fall into darkness. Modu, Modu, are you so unconfident in yourself?

Let me ask you the second question again. Are you afraid that you will fall into the darkness and cannot extricate yourself, or are you more afraid that you will fail and ruin the inheritance of the Holy Land with your own hands under the ardent hope of Kama Taj's brothers and sisters? ?”

Dormammu snorted, it seemed to have completely lost interest in chatting, it said:

You are worried about your own personal character, but you regard the hope of belonging to the Holy Land as nothing, and you don't want to get your hands dirty, even if this can win you the praise and comfort of the ancient one, and can make you a Karma Heroes of the Taj.

You are hesitating whether to hold the weapon of victory. The ridiculous thing is that you swore to protect the inherited glory you carry at all costs.

You are such a hypocrite, I am too lazy to tell you.

The will of the Dark Lord quietly disappeared. Before disappearing, it said:

But you know, here I am.

As long as you call, I will respond. I am not as stingy as Gu Yi, I am very generous.

I'm not tempting you, I just want you to know that you are only one call away from victory.

I will wait patiently for your reply... Besides, the person you are looking for is right ahead. No matter what you want to do, be careful, there is a hidden hero next to those two people, she can kill you instantly you.

Dormammu's voice fell silent.

During this process, Modu remained silent, even his expression and eyes remained unchanged.

Since the great sage Agamotto became the first generation of supreme mages, the inheritance of the supreme mages has been passed down in the predecessor organization of the holy land Karma Taj, and the inheritance of generations has forged the name of the holy place.

In tens of thousands of time, the glory of guarding the world and guarding hope has never left the camp of the followers of the Supreme Mage.

The moment he joined Karma Taj, Modu was proud of himself for taking on this heavy and glorious responsibility, and he vowed to protect the glory of the Holy Land at all costs.

That is a kind of spur, but also a kind of restraint.

Just like people walking forward with a mountain on their backs, throwing down the hills can certainly make them more relaxed, but once they leave behind what they are carrying, they are nothing.

Kama Taj represents the supreme mage, and no one else is qualified to take this throne.

There are not a few people in Karma Taj who have this kind of thinking, and Modu is just one of them, and now, those eagerly looking desires are in the hands of Modu.

Even if it was a world away, he could feel the expectations his companions had for him.

Use an inappropriate word to describe it.

After Wang was eliminated, he was the hope of the whole village...

Carrying this kind of expectation, as if carrying a mountain on his back, will Modu disappoint the people behind him, and Gu Yi, whom he regards as his elder and leader?