Shadow of the Beautiful World

The mad attack has finally come to an end, and Utopia still has some aftermath to deal with.

But by and large, this troublesome business has come to an end.

At night, Merlin walked into the storage room of the mysterious house. He put the crystal bottle in his hand on the stone platform in the storage room, then took a step back and looked at the several platforms in front of him.

This is where he stores his collection, and only the most important or dangerous things in Merlin's hands will be placed here.

For example, the Skadi warhammer placed on the first platform, the golden warhammer is like a simple work of art.

It was placed horizontally on a stone platform, and purple arcs lingered around the weapon, representing its extraordinary.

This is the creation of a fearful evil god.

Merlin would never use it unless necessary.

On the second pedestal lies a crimson gemstone, which comes from another evil god, the mysterious Crimson Lord Cytorak.

According to legend, as long as you hold this crimson gem, you can face the most mysterious and lazy evil god in the multiverse.

If you can get its approval, you can gain a powerful impact in an instant.

This is also the source of power for the mob red tank once known as the God of Destroyer.

This thing is very powerful, but also very dangerous, just like the Skadi Warhammer, Merlin will never use it if it is not a critical moment.

There is a bit too much on the third table.

The green bell, the silver wheel, and the red pot, the three ancient gadgets are like primitive man-made objects from ancient times. They have no aesthetic feeling at all, but they have a savage atmosphere.

These three things together constitute the Three Demons, and it is said that the ancient Three Demons are stored in it.

No one knows their names in this day and age.

Their legends have also been forgotten in a long time.

But if someone shakes the green bell, wipes the silver wheel, and worships the red pot at the same time, then the seal of the three magic weapons will be temporarily broken, and a contract will be made with the three devil kings, and they can have the power of the three devil kings for 100 years...

Of course, like all stories about demons, devils.

After 100 years, those with power will die, and the three demon heads will be released, and after being free again for 100 years, they will be re-sealed in the three magic weapons.

If this legend is true, then it means that the powerful person who sealed the three devils back then was really full of evil tastes.

What was placed on the fourth table didn't have much power.

It's more of a real work of art than the first three.

It was the skeleton of a vampire, with a complete skull and limbs, and wings of white bones.

Every bone shone with a blood-red halo, like an artistic and sinister chandelier in the dark.

Well, this is the skeleton of the legendary vampire Dracula. It is most likely not the oldest body of Dracula. After all, it has fallen in love with the Bloodstone family and wanted to kill it for nearly a thousand years, and it has been crushed so many times.

But the skeleton that can carry Dracula's soul must be something extraordinary.

Although compared with Merlin's first three collections, this thing is not worthy of the name, but as one of the most difficult enemies that Merlin has defeated, it is also reasonable to put this skeleton in the collection room.

But if you look closely, the skeleton lacks the leg bone of the left leg, which makes it look a bit discordant...

this is normal.

Its left leg bone was being held in Merlin's hand, and it was made into The Power of Saint Van Gonzale by Xuan Lan. Only such high-grade materials could accommodate a complete hell barrier inside.

Finally, there is the fifth platform.

Above is a crystal bottle containing a dark black liquid.

It looks very ordinary, and there is nothing worthy of attention at all, but if you listen carefully, if your spiritual vision is relatively high, then it is easy to hear the wailing soul in the crystal bottle.

That was mad attack.

Onsrat, a dark life born from the will of the world's most powerful psychic.

It was completely stripped from Professor Charles' soul by Liana.

In a sense, Merlin finally fulfilled his agreement with Kuang Gong.

Onslaught was free, it was freed from the entanglement of Charles' will.

Of course, in this way of becoming a lonely ghost.

Probably because it was born from Charles' will, the soul that was stripped from the mad attack also possessed some weird abilities.

When it was placed on the stone platform, the entire storage room was filled with that strange whisper.

Of course, this guy is like a parasite, it must have a host to survive.

Hmm... still a little shivering.

Merlin looked at his empty storage room, rubbed his chin, and felt somewhat dissatisfied with himself for so many years to collect so few valuable things.

In fact, thinking about it carefully, Merlin still has a lot of good things in his hands.

For example, the ancient symbiont Beowulf, or Icarus equipped with the most advanced artificial intelligence...

Uh, no more.

Alas... The Mysterious House is still not worthy of its name.

Merlin shook his head, he glanced at the empty storage room with some regret, he turned around, and left here.

With the sound of the door closing, the storage room became quiet again.

Merlin! Merlin! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to...

The berserk soul roared and screamed in the small dark house, trying to spread its perception.

But just when it came into contact with other things on the stone platform, several voices that were as deep as thunder, as depressing as an abyss, or as crazy as a lunatic sounded almost at the same time.

Shut up!

Noisy! Kill you!

Come on, come on, come and play with the Three Devils! It's so lonely...

The violent attack consciousness hit three times in a row, like a child who was beaten, and quickly shrank back into the bottle obediently.

ah...

boss!

They are all bosses!

I can't afford it, I can't afford it...

On the other side, Merlin was sitting on the sofa in the lobby of the mysterious house. In the warm flames of the fireplace, he took out the rune grimoire he got from Asgard's queen Frigga, and continued to study Asgard's secrets. knowledge of magic.

Rune runes, this peculiar way of casting spells made Merlin seem to have found a new world. These runes with special powers can be combined at will to achieve completely different effects.

Just like the various magic seal carvings used by enchanters to add magical effects to magic items.

Of course, after familiarizing with thousands of runes, this kind of runes that can be written by hand with magic power is much more convenient to use than the magic seal cutting of enchanters.

This kind of knowledge from outside the domain is not easy to learn, but for a self-taught great wizard, it is not difficult to learn this knowledge.

It is not like mysticism, which requires special talent support, as long as you put in the effort, you can learn and master it.

However, just when Merlin was immersed in the acquisition of this new knowledge, an irresistible sleepiness struck.

He reached out to take off his glasses, then closed the grimoire in his hand, rested his head on the sofa, and closed his eyes.

The next moment, the familiar feeling of falling came.

It was like falling from the clouds and falling towards the earth under the pull of gravity, but Merlin didn't panic, he was used to this feeling.

After a moment of falling, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, as if he was hovering in the mist, or as if he had fallen into the light clouds. Merlin spread his arms, and he was just lying in the sky.

In the clouds and mists in front of his eyes, Miss Zatanna, who was not even a trace of a trace, walked towards him with enchanting steps, those looming clouds and mists covered her perfect body.

Half-hidden, it looked full of temptation.

Well

She bent down and knelt beside Merlin, then lowered her head and kissed him on the lips.

After the deep kiss full of lust, Merlin gently stroked Zatana's smooth long black hair, and he said softly:

The mad attack... I have to thank you.

It's just helping each other.

Zatanna's muffled voice came from her side, she seemed to be swallowing something, and she said:

If you really want to thank me, put a snack on the nightmare thing.

Merlin closed his eyes, feeling a good feeling, he said:

Occultism, that's your field... I can only deal with the fighting part. After you collect enough information, we can formulate... Hiss... lightly...

There is so little information about Nightmare.

Zatanna waved her hair and wiped the corner of her mouth.

In the tumbling clouds, she sat on Merlin's waist, looked down at Merlin, and said:

I'm trying my best to collect, but maybe I'll use the damn parchment if necessary.

yes.

Merlin looked at Zatana's long hair shaking in the shaking of her body, and he said softly:

The bad guy is probably waiting for us to go to it for help. But do you really think it's a good idea? Looking at where we are now, do you think we should keep using it?

Um?

The rosy-faced Zatanna stopped, she looked at Merlin, she brushed her hair and said:

Do you think it's not good now?

Not good for you.

Merlin said softly:

Not good enough for me either.

Tch... man!

Miss Magician pursed her lips and said:

You're being cheap and acting like a good boy...I always want to get out before things get worse. If you were willing to open up your heart and have a good chat with me, we wouldn't be in the situation we are in now.

It's not that I don't want to.

Merlin pointed to his head helplessly, and said:

There are too many secrets here, like a heavy burden. I also want to open my mind and have a chat, but I can't do that.

So you've been living a depressed life.

Zatanna said:

Has there ever been a day in your life when you lived truly free?

Have you ever felt truly relaxed for a moment in your life? You haven't, Merlin, so your soul smells of fatigue, and it's already a bit overwhelmed.

While speaking, Miss Magician stretched her body. She stood up, walked to the side, and lay down beside Merlin in a quite seductive gesture.

She tilted her head, propped her chin in the mist, and let her long black hair hang down her arms. She said to Merlin:

I'm tired...

Move yourself.

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Ten minutes later, the two who had completed the dream ceremony were fully dressed and returned to the golden castle that Zatana had created in the dream.

On both sides of the big round table, two people looked at each other, sharing the information they had collected during this period of time.

But as Merlin said, creatures like nightmares that exist in the dream dimension are more inclined to the category of mysticism, and in-depth mysticism requires the support of talent, and Merlin himself does not have that kind of talent.

So basically Zatanna is talking and Merlin is listening.

I went to East Africa this month to visit the secret witches of some ancient tribes.

Zatanna was playing with a deck of tarot cards in her hand, as if she was doing some kind of mysterious divination. She kept drawing and shuffling the cards, and she had a great time playing by herself.

She said to Merlin:

Those secret witches hold the ancient inheritance in their hands. It is said that in the early days, they worshiped a 'King of Fear', who would only appear in dreams of doom, just like the monster hidden under the lightless sea. Ancient terror.

It feeds on the fear of living beings, and it also grants its followers the ability to draw enemies into nightmares...

Based on my interpretation of the totem poles of those tribes, I can be sure that this King of Fear is basically one of the incarnations of Nightmare in this world.

Miss Magician flicked her hair, and she said to Merlin:

There are such legends all over the world, which proves that nightmares are connected to our world. If those legends are true, then we can find the existence of nightmares in the nightmares of living beings...

After hearing this description, Merlin frowned, and said:

It sounds like a symbolic existence again.

right.

Zatanna said:

After all, it is an evil thing born from the personified will of a guy like Sumeng, so it is definitely not that easy to deal with. According to common sense, we must find a way to enter the dimension of Nightmare in order to defeat it.

Fighting a tricky enemy on enemy territory? The enemy is still a symbolic creature.

Merlin shook his head:

Unless you or I are as powerful as the Supreme Mage, I will not die...

I have to think of a new way, for example, to lure it out of its lair... You just said that it feeds on the fear of all things?

Yes, what's wrong?

Zatanna asked:

Do you have an idea?

not yet.

Merlin rubbed his chin, he said:

But I have come into contact with another existence that feeds on the fear of sentient beings... Well, this is a long-term plan. I will go first. If I have a plan, I will let you know.

etc!

When Merlin stood up, Zatana suddenly appeared beside Merlin, she stretched out her hand, tapped on Merlin's chin, and raised his face slightly frivolously.

Miss Magician carefully observed Merlin's face. She looked into Merlin's dark red eyes. After a while, she asked:

Have you come into contact with any soul-related evils recently?

Uh, yes.

Merlin immediately thought of Kuang Gong, he said:

I once planted a trap in my mind to trap the raging dark consciousness, but it broke free quickly...Is there a problem?

The problem...isn't there.

Zatanna approached Merlin, and in the violet scent unique to Miss Magician, she kissed Merlin on the cheek, and she said:

I noticed just now that your soul is a bit weird. There are some 'black spots' in it, which should be the pollution left by the mad attack.

There are some impurities in your soul, it's best to cleanse your soul recently...it's not difficult for you.

Miss Magician winked at Merlin, stroking Merlin's head as if stroking a child, she reminded:

It's not a big deal right now, but if it drags on for too long, it's going to be bad.

I don't want to see you end up like Professor Charles.