Shadow of the Beautiful World

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It is difficult to carry out a long-term plan.

Various variables, unexpected unexpected situations, and unexpected troubles can make a seemingly perfect plan full of holes.

Not to mention, this world is definitely not just a conspirator.

Merlin has his own plan and will always be used by other conspirators staring at him when it is executed.

As the sentence says, you look at the scenery on the bridge, and 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.

He has a great teacher. Nick Fury rarely conducts large-scale long-term plans in his spy career. The braised egg head likes to make some short-term plans that are easy to close.

Using their own intelligence advantages, they complete the plan before others have figured it out, and then carry out the plan with super execution, and when others try to intervene, they quickly finish.

Once the plan changes unexpectedly and cannot be controlled, it is discarded decisively.

It's like a cunning black fox.

Fury is best at dividing big plans into smaller ones.

Carry out these seemingly unrelated little things with imaginary thinking, slowly pile up with a small victory, and finally complete the main body of your big plan.

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

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

In the period when he became the king of hell, he did not expose his plans and plans at all, but ran around everywhere, hammering east and hammering west, as if arranging something.

But if he follows his behavior, he seems to see nothing.

At least in the eyes of other **** lords, Merlin spread his stall very wide.

However, in matters related to the hegemony battle, in addition to the raid to kill Lord Marduk, the Lord Raven does not seem to have other more active plans.

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

For example, the great devil Mephistopheles who is the best at conspiracy among hells.

The **** of Mephistopheles is no different from the **** of other monarchs, and is full of depravity.

The swarms of demons roared all day long, and the internal fighting continued, and the nature of the **** creatures was freely released. As the master of this place, the big devil did not intend to change or suppress it.

The souls of sinners who have fallen into this **** are being tortured by demons, and these bad guys take pleasure in it.

Outside the haunted castle palace of the old devil, next to an underground furnace for forging weapons, on a large stone platform, the high-level devils of Mephistopheles were having a banquet.

They sat on stone chairs dotted with thigh bones and shouted with familiar devil or demons.

The charming, hot-looking succubus, like wearing flowers and butterflies, go back and forth between these high-level devil feasts, constantly serving delicious wine to adults, enduring their salty pig hands, and some more Treated "food ingredients".

The most delicious food in hell.

If you look closely, there are a lot of Merlin's "old acquaintances" participating in this banquet held in Mephistopheles.

Of course, it is the identity of food.

Just like, Gideon Malik...

The head of the Hydra, which was killed by Merlin himself, was hung up by the red chain. He screamed and was thrown into the hot hot oil, just like the potato chips being cooked.

A group of salivating horn devil leaned on a steel fork, waiting for the food to be released.

Oh, and the Lord of the Crossbones, the loyal Commander of Hydra, was tied to Gideon Malik, who was on the pan.

He was cut into thin slices by a "superb culinary" demon with a kitchen knife for the devil to enjoy.

That's the best lunch with meals.

When Mephistopheles is in a good mood, it will also participate in the lunchtime of the devil, chat with his subordinates, and appease them.

Or deceive them.

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

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

It hopes that its subordinates will become conspirators everywhere like it, but unfortunately, there are a few "genius" **** creatures like it.

This made old Mephistopheles occasionally feel lonely.

But today, Mephistopheles is not in a good mood. Perhaps it was the wake-up breath when he took a nap in the afternoon. In short, the wayward old devil declined the invitation of the servants.

It seemed to be planning to stay on its own this afternoon, enjoying the quiet time that the lonely old devil should have.

In this hazy but huge, palace modeled after a medieval castle, Mephistopheles' "collectibles" are dotted everywhere.

Those souls that have been deceived from various eras are the most depraved and most vicious souls, which are decorated in the living room of the great devil by oil painting.

They are the main characters in the painting.

When Mephistopheles approached, these souls all uttered flattering chants or desperate prayers, but how could a guy with such a bad personality as Mephistopheles let them free so easily?

"Yo, cute Cynthia."

The great devil wore the most popular robe of **** lords in recent years, with his hands on his back, strolling in his palace.

It greets its favorite collection.

It was an oil painting of a rural landscape. In that picture, there was a black-haired lady with a perfect figure who was facing away from the devil and watering flowers.

Facing the greetings from Mephistopheles, the man in the painting made a disdainful nasal noise, then threw away the shower and returned to his thatched hut, slamming the door shut.

"Are you still waiting for your son to rescue you?"

The big devil didn't care much. It was like a woman who had teased Liangjia. He smiled and said to the woman in the painting:

"I have been paying attention to Little Dum recently. He seems to be busy with a major event recently."

"You said, do I have to help? After all, if lovely Cynthia promises to be my concubine, then Little Dum will call me'Daddy'."

"Go away! Dirty embryo!"

Dum’s mother, the gypsy witch Cynthia’s scream came from the painting, and there was a high-heeled shoe thrown from the painting. come out.

The big devil's agile short lower body escaped the flying high heels, and let the thing fall into another picture, knocking a drunkard to the ground.

The old devil was not angry.

"Has character!"

Mephisto smiled and raised his finger, it said:

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

"Little Dum's father, I'm set!"

After having teased Dumm's mother, the great devil's mood seemed better.

Following the most trusted servant, the great devil carried his hands on his back and hummed a weird ballad to his next collection room.

But from outside the castle, the excitement and screams of the demon who were feasting while torturing their souls, and the wailing of those souls when they were tortured, made the old devil feel a bit harsh.

This **** lord with the most gorgeous beards in all realms pouted.

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

"A group of people who admire violence, enjoy the violent debris, and can't mention the inferior embryos on the countertop, is most suitable for use as cannon fodder."

The old devil said to the servant that followed him:

"Don't learn them, you, I found it, and there is a guy with a little brain, I don't want to send you to the battlefield that day..."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

The guy who is most trusted by Mephistopheles is a very humble guy.

Although it is also a high-level devil, its appearance is not as outstanding as other devil's, let alone compared with Lord Mephisto, who has the most gorgeous beards in the world.

It's more like a gray gargoyle, but from the insidious light flashing in his eyes from time to time, this guy is also a good **** who is good at acting in the shadows.

No wonder it can be favored by Mephistopheles.

It maintained a docile appearance and asked in a hoarse voice:

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

"no, do not want."

Mephistopheles waved his hand intentionally, saying:

"It's a sin to disturb others when they are happy, and it would be hateful to interfere with their simple and stupid happiness."

"Let those miscellaneous things go and make trouble..."

The devil stepped on the stairs to the terrace, and he said calmly:

"Anyway, they won't be in trouble for long."

This sentence surprised the gargoyle who followed behind the devil.

But it dare not ask more questions.

Walking to the obsidian casting terrace, the old devil took a deep breath of hell. The pungent smell of sulfur made him very relaxed. It sat on his favorite recliner.

The deck chair was dotted with a pale skull, which was Faust's skull, one of Mephistopheles' favorite collections.

He reached for a cup of hot tea at just the right temperature, and while admiring the pale sunset in his hell, said to the servant behind him:

"Has Barr responded to my initiative?"

"No, Your Majesty."

The gray, stone-like devil whispered:

"Master Barr has eaten our messenger. I think this probably represents its response."

"Master Lucifer is decent. He cut off the messenger's limbs, and wrote his response on the poor insect's belly with blood..."

Speaking of which, the gargoyle seemed to hesitate.

"Oh, what did my dear Lucifer say? I don't think it would be a crude word."

Mephistopheles was drinking tea like a real lonely old man. It said:

"In this noisy world, only elegant Lucifer can understand me occasionally, alas, it's really lonely."

"Uh."

The gargoyle twitched for a moment, and it said:

"Master Lucifer wrote the same sentence in 37 kinds of words. The font is indeed beautiful, and the words are very decent, just the content..."

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

"It allows you to roll your conspiracy and tricks into the cheapest mud."

Well, this is the revised content, omitting the spicy sarcasm of Prince Lucifer, wonderful metaphors, and the words of the tiger and wolf that greeted Mephisto's mother and so on.

"Tumbling."

Mephisto pouted, saying:

"Look at this ghost place. The will of **** turned elegant Lucifer into a dirty mob. It's a shame. I thought it would write a poem to celebrate the friendship between me and it, fallen angels. Don't like this tone."

"Forget it, they can't count on it."

The old devil took a sip of tea and said:

"The decisive battle between a group of old Yinyin is not so easy to evolve into a big dogfight in the world of hell. After all, no one wants to be used as a gun, no one wants to be a leading bird, especially in poor Marduk. After dropping..."

"Merlin, Merlin, no matter where you are, you are so restless, the **** who stir the wind and the rain."

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

Today, it has not forgotten the pictures seen on the top floor of the Trident Building a year ago.

And those that Merlin said...thrilling facts.

And the warning of the raven.

"Go back to hell, bury your head in the pit and tremble, the next time you meet, it's when your presence is erased."

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

Mephistopheles have lived for so many years, and it has never been so scared of a mortal.

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

After secretly witnessing Merlin hang, Mephistopheles thought that nightmare would go away from him, and it did indeed live a comfortable life for a few months, but just when Mephistopheles completely let down his vigilance...

guess what?

The dog mongrel of Merlin actually lived again!

Not only did he come back, he also came back as the **** lord, abandoning hell...

The **** that could never be born a monarch was actually held by Merlin.

The guy didn't know how to convince God of heaven...

When he thought of this, Mephistopheles felt a chill.

In fact, after Merlin entered the **** king battle, Mephistopheles had an indescribable sense of urgency.

It has accelerated its plans for the hegemony hegemony battle, and is still instigating other **** lords to use force against the waste land prison, so that Merlin can't take the time to interfere with himself.

But this incitement went very smoothly, and other **** lords were not fools.

"I know that your goal is the throne of the king of hell."

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

"Look, although they kept saying that they had peeped through my conspiracy, they still kept their eyes on you... Merlin, in this case, how can you reach the throne of Satan?"

"Oh, forget it."

The big devil drunk out the tea in the cup.

It rocked the lounge chair and said:

"It's better to beg for yourself, those guys can't be trusted... Are the formalities on earth done?"

The big devil asked.

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 cumbersome procedures for us?"

"Oh, look at what you said."

The great devil made a series of weird laughs. It said:

"If you want to do business on other people's sites, you must abide by other people's rules. The procedures are very important. I don't want F.B.I. to break into the door the day my business opens."

"I'm a good demon obeying the law, who doesn't know my good reputation in the world of hell? Good reputation is hard to come by, so don't destroy it."

"Go do things."

The big devil waved his hand and said:

"Also prepare a suit for me to use on the day the business opens."

The gargoyle left with a bow, leaving Mephistopheles alone on the terrace.

The big devil stood up from the deck chair, carrying his hands, staring at the pale sunset of hell, he said:

"Maybe this world does exist for you, Merlin Riley."

"But don't expect me to catch it..."

Mephisto reached out his hand and stroked his slender neck, and said with a chuckle:

"My head is here, I'm waiting for you to get..."

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