Shadow of the Beautiful World

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Recently, there was a rumor spread among the spirits in the waste soil.

It is said that a fierce and fierce guy appeared on the wasteland. It was powerful, cunning, and fierce.

Several famous gangs on the wasteland collapsed because of its appearance.

It created a terrible massacre on the pier of the Nuhe Shouhe River.

The gangster gang that controlled the Stygian pier was almost completely slaughtered overnight, and even the soul was drawn out and thrown into the Styx.

The Howling Demon Canyon in the southeastern part of the wasteland, the ghost place that changed the colors of others, was also collapsed with magic, burying thousands of Howling Demon under the ruins of the canyon.

It is said that the ruin was also fortified with magic and turned into a sealed coffin.

Those poor worms buried under the rubble will be resurrected.

But they can only beg for life underground.

In recent days, the mysterious fierce **** wandered to the side of the complaining river and the troubled river, and the gang strongholds along the way were slaughtered clean.

But this time, it did not take away their souls.

So the demons who escaped from death spread this **** news to this area, making all the demons and other dead people living here panicked.

Everyone gathered in the tavern, discussing countermeasures and plans day and night.

Someone proposed to unite and deal with the fierce **** together.

But some people suggested that everyone leave this place and go to other places to mix.

Anyway, in this piece of wasteland where there can never be relief, the same is true wherever life is concerned.

They discussed the heat.

This is not a good thing for the demons, any emotions in their chaotic brains cannot be controlled well.

So after the quarrel between several demons, the chaos quickly evolved into a dogfight.

Everyone in the entire tavern was involved.

Hellfire, sharp bone weapons, and all kinds of damn, weird magic roared in the tavern.

The smell of blood, the dying wailing, and the angry roar made the pub more lively.

No one stopped.

The chaos is spreading like a bonfire lit.

The fighting flames burned in this large pub made of stones and magic.

"boom"

A white bone flying axe that flew during the melee was sat at the bar and Merlin flicked it.

The sharp thing was attached to the fire of hell.

Between the whistling dances, he cut into the eyes of Miss Succubus, who had just climbed from the ground and was dizzy.

The charming young lady's eyes rolled and she fell to the ground.

The flying axe cut her head.

It was a real disaster.

She has to wait another 14 hours before she can be resurrected...

Really miserable.

Merlin, who made a killing, was like no one.

He didn't look at the corpse behind him. He picked up his wine glass made with the tempting devil's horn, and while sipping the spicy wine, he said:

"I don't have any hope for this ghost place, but I didn't expect that I could still meet old acquaintances here."

"I'm not surprised."

John Constantine.

A special agent of the SHIELD Bureau who died in the hands of Sannomiya almost a decade ago, called himself a detective of hell, but all the guys called Zakang wiped the wine glass in hand, and said with a full of malicious intent:

"I already knew you would go to hell, Merlin."

"But I didn't expect that you would be thrown into this ghost place... Gee, tragic, please allow me to make a sad expression."

As he talked, a big smile hung on the guy's oily face.

He is the same as Merlin.

The spirit state is maintained in this strange **** called "waste soil".

He also wore a piece of clothing, with a unique cutting method, and was exhausted to make it look like a bartender uniform on the earth.

But it can be seen that this imitation is very clumsy.

Merlin took a sip of wine, and he glanced at the sullen Zang Kang, who said:

"Laugh, what are you laughing at? Are you here too?"

"I'm used to it, Merlin, old friend."

Zakang threw away the clean cup in his hand. He lay on the bar while admiring the chaos in his bar.

He admired the self-killing of the demons and the dead souls, and slowly said to Merlin:

"After spending more than 10 years here, I am used to it, but it's not bad here."

"No one will really die. Everyone enjoys life wantonly according to the lifestyle they want, to slaughter, or to be slaughtered."

"If you can survive a battle, then madly mate with the succubus that is in heat for 24 hours..."

"There are no restrictions, no rules, freedom, here is the real place of freedom..."

"I even want to personally sculpt a statue of Liberty here!"

Zakang spit on the side, pulled open the drawer of the bar made of stone, and took out two things similar to the cigar.

He swiftly avoided a smashed chair with blood, and lost one to Merlin.

He says:

"As long as you abandon the bottom line, you will be able to live well here, come one?"

"What is this stuff?"

Looking at the suspicious-looking cigar in his hand, Merlin said to Zakang:

"I traversed this wasteland all the way, but I didn't see anything similar to tobacco... there are no plants at all."

"Why care so much?"

Zang Kang rolled his eyes, he said:

"You are all dead, go to hell, and more vicious things can't kill you again."

"Besides, you have started drinking wine brewed with snake blood, what kind of civilized people are you?"

"Look at the clothes on you, Gee, so many familiar leathers and'decorations', it seems that your journey is not smooth, Merlin."

"makes sense."

Merlin smiled. He waved his hand behind him. The scattered magic whistled and clasped on the head of the flame demon who was knocked down.

In a crisp crackle, the flame demon's skull was caught and thrown on the bar.

Merlin held the "cigar" in his mouth, close to the burning skull.

A smell very similar to tobacco rises.

Merlin spit out a smoke, and he said to Zakang, who was also swallowing the clouds:

"How did you do it?"

"Ok?"

Zakang glanced at Merlin with surprise. He saw Merlin's eyes on the decoration of his bar. He smiled proudly and flicked the ashes dripping like blood.

He pointed to his head, he said:

"I rely on this stuff."

"You also know that chaos and order are a relative state."

Zakang sprayed a thick smoke, he said:

"After the chaos in one place reaches the limit, the flames of order will appear."

"Especially in this place, when you are in a ghost place where no one will die, no matter how crazy you are, there will never be a life worry, but you will never be able to go out. The existence of order is necessary. "

In a philosophical tone, Zakang tells Merlin his story of falling behind this wasteland.

"Before I came, there have been countless years here, and this place seems to be a disorderly place."

"Walking on the road without provoking others may be killed by a demon rushing out, and the reason for its killing may be just because it is in a bad mood, or you walk too loudly."

"But apart from this messy coat, it's actually a place to be formal."

"Oh?"

Merlin chuckled, and it seemed that he did not agree with Zakang's statement.

But Jaccon didn't care.

He says:

"Just as the horned devil gang never crosses the Nu River to guard the oath, the Screaming Devil will only stay in its own valley, Jing Wei is distinct."

"Everyone is just messing around on their site... No one wants the entire wasteland to be messed up, which means that the current system will be broken."

"Souls occupying high positions in any system will not want their status to be challenged, so there is little trouble, friction, and then negotiations to maintain the status quo."

Zakang shrugged and he blinked at Merlin:

"Is this set familiar?"

"Brooklyn gangs do the same thing. When you stay here long enough, you will find that there is no difference between this place and this world."

"Oh, maybe there is a difference."

Zang Kang blinked:

"Here is more naked than the world. The demons will not hide their maliciousness, but for those who can meet each other between gangs and bring them enough enjoyment..."

"They will naturally be more polite."

"My place is the only place where you can rest and drink a glass of wine within thousands of kilometers. The succubus also needs a place to seduce those energetic bastards."

"If they smashed this place, then their lives would be like real beasts."

Zang Kang stretched his finger to his head, he showed a weird smile, he said:

"Demons may be stupid, but believe me, they are also wise."

"boom"

Merlin nodded. He grabbed the burning skull in front of him, as a ashtray, and smashed it like a warhammer on the back of the head of the war demon who tried to attack him.

The huge magic power carried on the skull bombarded the head of the war-fighting demon, like the cold wind, blowing out its soul.

"Snapped"

There was another corpse in the chaotic bar.

"You continue."

Merlin, who had just opened his head, turned around, and he continued to drink alcohol and smoke with taste.

He says:

"Let me listen to your finances again."

"Ok."

Zakang looked at the magical power beating on Merlin's fingers and his eyes twitched.

He has been in this ghost place for more than ten years, and has never seen the magic of a spirit body can be so strong that hell, substantial...

That magic has formed a substantial wave on Merlin's fingers.

Every moment affects the space around Merlin.

How strong is he now?

But at the next moment, a touch of joy rose again in the dark mind of Zakang.

Regardless of his relationship with Merlin during his lifetime, both of them are now dead and have fallen on this hopeless wasteland.

Even if Merlin hates him anymore, he must be closer to Merlin than the demons.

I want to have a new backer...

A flash of light erupted like a storm in Zakang's mind.

He seems to have seen himself and Merlin join forces to occupy the next large area in the waste land, claiming the king to dominate the future.

This made his tone flatter, and he said to Merlin:

"This place is not accessible. I spent several years collecting information from local gang leaders."

"A flame demon imprisoned here for nearly 100,000 years told me that since the establishment of this hell, no soul has escaped."

"The gate of **** built under the volcano of Doom, ha, I know, you came for it, right?"

Zakang lowered his voice and said to Merlin:

"It was just a phantom used to deceive those idiots who were eager to be freed. That was a funny joke left by the creator of this place...you are doing a dangerous thing, my friend Merlin."

"Ok?"

Merlin raised his head and looked at Zakang. He asked with a smile:

"What a dangerous thing? Why don't I know?"

"hope!"

Zakang stared at Merlin's eyes, he said:

"Hope, listen to me. I have been here long enough to understand that keeping hope in **** is the most dangerous thing."

"You are chasing a phantom, and when you want to collapse, you will collapse..."

"You are a ghost now, and you know what collapse means to you, right?"

"I know."

Merlin lifted his last drink in the tempting goblet and drank it up. He sprayed a white smoke from his mouth.

He stared at the ember lamp shining in the dark red light on the ceiling of this bar, and he whispered:

"I know exactly what I am doing, and I know exactly what you are thinking."

"Don't think you pretend to be an enjoyment. I can't see through your desperate heart, Constantine."

"Don't think that you can hide your real thoughts by talking about these shitless things."

Merlin lowered his head. He looked at Zakang. He said in a low voice:

"You still think of yourself as an adult, not the same thing as these **** dregs; you are still trying to make your life better, even in the worst hell."

"Admit it, you haven't conceded yet..."

"After ten years in hell, you still want to go back, go back to the world where no one likes you."

Merlin threw the glass in his hand on the pool of blood on the ground.

He looked back at the demons who were still in chaos, and the screamers who were lit.

The next moment, a flash of murderous intention flashed on Merlin's face, and he growled to:

"Get out!"

The terrifying magic erupted from Merlin's ghost body, condensed into a substantial spiritual spike.

It was like a tumbling raging wave on those crazy demons.

That sonic wave like a succubus ripped their souls, so that the most fanatical war demon caught in the battle was also awake at this moment.

They screamed and rushed towards the bar door.

Stepping on the blood and fleeing, even the most powerful flame demon gathered his own flames and ran out without looking back.

A dozen seconds later, the corpse-filled bar was quiet.

Merlin turned around, leaning on a chair made of bone, tilting his legs and holding the unburned "cigar" in his mouth.

He sprayed a ray of smoke, resting one hand on the bar, and the other hand playing with the blood-extinguished skull.

Under the light of the dim ember lamp, a smile appeared on his ghostly blue cheek.

"I want to leave this...I don't belong here."

"You don't belong to this, Zha Kang. Looking at the past sentiment, I can take you with you."

"The premise is that you have to help me."

Zakang's expression changed.

He looked at Merlin, he said:

"What if I say "No"? If I say I really like this place?"

"Well..."

Merlin chuckled slightly, he lowered his head and adjusted his "cool" clothes.

He says:

"Then you are useless to me..."

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