Shadow of the Beautiful World

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"puff"

The arc flashed in the hall on the border of Hell, representing another contestant being sent out of the battlefield.

The halo was beating on the ground, slowly peeling off, and finally the figure in the light was revealed. It was the black tongue counselor, son of the tyrant, ebony throat.

Its state at this time is extremely miserable.

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

In the chest of the ebony throat, a cut invisible blade was inserted.

The blade is like the crystal glass reflecting the light. It is the style of a straight-edged sword. It is the convergence of magic, and it is the darkest secret technique to form the sharpest thing in the world.

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

Under the guidance of Big Tiger Hoggs, and his avatars in the quantum world have been completely assimilated, his understanding of the concept of "space" is gradually deepening, and it has far surpassed anyone in this world.

He is about to touch the meaning of space.

"help me..."

The ebony throat lies on the cold ground of obsidian. It breathes hard, but every breath is like inhalation of fire, burning the heart and lungs, and every breath is becoming more and more difficult.

Life is pulling away.

The moment it left the battlefield, it was pierced by Modu with a murderous intention. This shouldn't have happened. The transmission should be instant, but it happened.

It’s like revenge. Although it’s late, it’s never absent.

Ebony throat covered the scar on his heart, it turned his head hard and looked at the person sitting on the ladder in front of his eyes.

The whole body was bandaged, and the indifferent Master Wang.

He was surrounded by the scarlet witch who had just been sent out, Wanda Jiango Maximov, the powerful witch was now wearing a heavy cloak, and his face was pale and weak.

She didn't look at the dying ebony throat on the ground, as if this guy didn't exist at all.

Farther away, Angel, the hunter angel, holding a small mirror, is applying makeup for herself. She has no interest and no reason to help Ebony Throat.

As a result, the despair in the gray eyes of the black-tongue counselor grew deeper.

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

Raven Merlin.

The referee and host of this battle.

"I, I am a competitor, you must...must..."

"Ah, I know."

Before the ebony throat intermittently finished, Merlin's figure dissipated from the top of the steps, and had crouched beside him when he appeared again.

Lord Raven stretched out his finger and flicked it gently on the sharp blade at the heart of Ebony Throat. In the buzzing sound like glass, the body of Ebony Throat twitched wildly because of the outbreak of pain.

Merlin's blue eyes met the gray eyes of the ebony throat, and there was a gentle smile on his face.

His fingers gently held the sharp edge of his heart, he said:

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

"Yes, I will save you. You may not know that before I became **** lord, I was an agent, and before I became an agent, my ideal is to be a doctor."

"No one knows how to save people better than me. Hold on, little pitiful."

"puff"

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

At the moment the blade that sealed the wound pulled away, a large amount of blue blood spewed out of the ebony throat wound, just like the real life gushing out from the broken crack, like the continuous spray of a broken balloon Out of gas.

The light in the eyes of the black-tongue planner became fierce and vicious, as if cursing Merlin with the last power.

It has felt the call of death.

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

Merlin glanced at the **** broken blade in his hand, and then tossed the thing aside. He buckled up his fingers, and a burst of orange light shone in the palm of his hand. He said to Ebony Throat:

"But your life should not end here. You have one last mission to complete."

"Snapped"

Excess vanity was backhanded by Merlin in the heart of ebony throat rupture.

Orange light bridged the alien's body, and soon, the black-tongue counselor with a dull expression climbed up from the ground bit by bit like a manipulated puppet.

When it broke its leg, it could only jump and hide on the edge of the stone steps. The jumping movement was stiff and weird, as if there were really invisible wires connected to the body and manipulating it.

"Merlin, come and see this."

Just after the raven completed an "operation", the scarlet witch behind him suddenly shouted:

"Come and see, Modu's condition is wrong!"

"Ok?"

Merlin turned his head and looked at the projection projected into the air. He saw Modu walking in the dark and his state of talking to himself. He seemed to be arguing with another invisible thing.

The raven's eyes narrowed.

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

"Everyone in this competition has a hole card. The power derived from the dark dimension may be Master Modu's "hole card", don't worry."

The raven lowered his eyelids. He said coldly:

"After the game, someone will talk to Dormam about it."

"Keep watching the game."

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Master Modu's state is indeed not right.

He was running in the dark mountain range, instead of using a more convenient portal, but relying on the agility and speed of his body, like a climbing monkey, he flexibly climbed and sprinted on a mountain wall with no road at all.

After sending the ebony throat out of the game, the battle mage spent some time healing himself, and his swollen cheeks had almost recovered.

There is still some puffiness around the eyes, but the problem is not too big.

He was searching for other contestants.

The situation of this hegemony battle is now very clear. The remaining people are divided into two camps, as strong as Dum alone, and the rest are reunited together.

But the purpose of both parties is the same.

They have temporarily laid down their hostility and are trying to solve the problems of the world itself. They must save the world before they can fight.

"They are more visionary than you."

As Modu crossed the ridge, the sound echoed in his mind again.

The extraterritorial existence of the self-proclaimed monarch of the dark dimension is like hearing the entanglement of Modu's mind. It says to Modu in a "intelligent" way:

"Speaking of how to heal the world and how to save the world, you ancient believers are more professional than others... You have followed the Supreme Master in many salvation, but they are one step ahead of you."

"Modu, when you enter this world, you will find the problems in this world, the invasion of ancient gods, the curse of flesh and blood, malicious will engulf this world, and the parasitic action of evil spirits has reached the final stage."

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

The voice of Dark Lord Dormam became playful, and it said:

"Why should you, who was supposed to unite others save the world, become the slowest one."

"You have fallen far behind others, and I can feel that both parties except you have come up with a solution, and only you are still struggling."

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

"You are eager to honor Gu Yi, the leader you regard as elders and loved ones, and you want to take the throne of the Supreme Master to prove the weight of the Karma Taj."

"But you can't do it, you don't have that kind of power."

Modu was silent.

He continued to run in the dark, as if Thomas' words did not exist.

As a determined war mage, he valued the tempering of the soul, and the thoughts in his mind were only a ray of will of the dark monarch, which could not affect Modu's judgment.

But how this volition from outside the domain appeared in Modu's mind is a question worth pondering.

"Dum is much stronger than you, and there is the witch who controls the heroic spirit. She is also stronger than you. Others are more cunning than you. You are not dominant in every way."

"Getting the soul scepter is your only hope of winning, but you foolishly gave it to Dum 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 unharmed."

"That is the battlefield that is most beneficial to you, but you still made a stupid choice."

Dommam chattered:

"Are you in love with the witch? Or dominated by the desire of human mating? Or is your ridiculous justice driving you to do that great thing?"

"Oh, you personally gave up your hope, Modu, poor Modu, you are like a person who fell into the dark, knowing that there is no hope, but still looking for firelight everywhere."

"You are going to lose, you know this too, but you don't want to admit it."

"Speak, answer me. It's boring to talk by yourself. Have a chat with me, anyway. You don't have a companion anymore."

Dorma urged.

It is eager to respond.

The human mind is the most peculiar thing. When it is firm, it surpasses steel. No force can break it. The so-called lack of desire is just.

But it is also the weakest thing, as long as you glance at a gap, external force can easily penetrate into it.

The desire of man is the window. As long as the window is open, the depravity will go with the shadows.

"You are losing in fear. Before the start of this ridiculous game, you are losing in fear. You are in fear of seeing the light of disappointment in Gu Yi's eyes. You are afraid of burying the glory and future of Kama Taj with your own hands. You don't want to lose."

"You think you are a determined person, but I saw with my own eyes that the fear almost overwhelmed you. You are looking for strength to help yourself, and you know my existence from my believers."

"Casillas just mentioned it casually, you found the way to contact me in Gu Yi's banned book, you see, I appear here, it is the result of your own choice, you want me to be your hole card, reverse Lose, win."

The Dark Lord said in a tone of fact:

"You have made up your mind, but when you want to use the power of taboo, you become hesitant again, suffering and losing, just like a weak lady, what are you afraid of?"

Its question was still unanswered, which made Dormam feel impatient. He said stiffly:

"Your disciples of Gu Yi, you always have a stubbornness over evil and justice, chaos and order, but I think Gu Yi probably told you..."

"Power itself has no good or evil, just like the sharp blade itself will not hurt people. You use your power to accomplish great things, or do evil, that is entirely your own choice."

"I lend power to you, I don't interfere with any of your decisions, like borrowing and investing, the human trick, this is an absolutely fair transaction."

"I know your worries, so let me ask you, are you afraid that you can't control my power, and you fall into darkness. Modu, Modu, do you have no confidence in yourself?"

"I'll ask you the second question again, are you afraid that you will fall into darkness and you can't extricate yourself, or are you even more afraid that you will fail here, and with the earnest hope of the brothers and sisters of Karma Taj, you will hand-off the inheritance of the Holy Land? ?"

Dormam snorted. It seemed to have completely lost interest in chatting. It said:

"You are worried about your own personal character, but you take your hope of belonging to the Holy Land as nothing, don't want to stain your hands with filth, even if this can win the appreciation and comfort of Gu Yi, you can become Karma Taj's hero."

"You are hesitating whether to hold the weapon of victory, ridiculously, you have vowed to protect the inheritance and glory that you are carrying at all costs."

"You are such a hypocritical guy, I am too lazy to tell you."

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

"But you know, I'm here."

"As long as you call, I will respond, I am not as mean as Gu Yi, I am generous."

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

"I will be patiently waiting for your reply... In addition, the person you are looking for is right in front. Whatever you want to do, be careful, there is a hidden hero next to those two people, she can kill in an instant you."

Dormam's voice was silent.

During this process, Modu remained silent, even his expression and eyes had not changed.

Ever since the great sage Aguo Moto became the first generation of Supreme Master, the inheritance of the Supreme Master has been circulating in the predecessor organization of the Holy Land Kama Taj.

In tens of thousands of times, this glory of guarding the world and guarding hope has never left the camp of the followers of the Supreme Master.

At the moment of joining Kama Taj, Modu felt proud of taking on this heavy and glorious responsibility, and he vowed to protect the glory of the Holy Land at all costs.

That is a spur, but also a bondage.

Just like a person carrying a mountain and walking forward, throwing down the hill will certainly make it easier for them, but once they throw away the things that are carried behind them, they are nothing.

Karma Taj represents the Supreme Master, and no one else is qualified to take over the throne.

There are not many people who have such thoughts in Kama Taj, Modu is just one of them, and now, those eager to watch are in the hands of Modu.

Even across a world, he could feel the expectation of his companions for him.

Use an inappropriate sentence to describe.

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

Carrying this expectation, as if Modu carrying a mountain forward, will disappoint the people behind him and make him a disappointment as an elder and leader of the ancient Yi?

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