Shadow of the Beautiful World

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Time goes by in 2012.

When this year opened, there were various rumors about "the end of the world", the most famous of which was the prophecy left by some folk scientists citing the mysterious Mayan civilization.

The fifth solar age is coming to an end.

The end of the world will come on the winter solstice in 2012, when the entire world will be destroyed by the floods caused by climate change.

Not only did they dig out this ancient language from the pile of old papers, they even came up with a variety of data and unconscious digital models to demonstrate.

Regardless of the method, there is only one result.

That is the end of the earth!

No one can be saved!

This prophecy was forwarded in various ways by the lively and memorable masses, which caused the public opinion to be restless for a time, and even some sincere believers were panicked because of unscrupulous scammers.

Officials don't care much about it.

Prophecy, it's always so nagging.

At the end of the 20th century, some people came up with the language of the great prophet Nostradamus, saying that 1999 would be the end of the world, but aren't everyone safe enough?

Let them go for rumors, as long as it does not affect social order.

Leaving aside the folk rumors that have no basis, is 2012 really the end of the world?

Yes!

It really is.

At least in this shaped star.

However, the end of the world is not the same as a major flood that people recognize. According to the repeated calculations of Hell Lord Merlin Riley, the evolution of the stars will be completely completed on the 2012 winter solstice.

The blockade of the stars will also be lifted that day, and the cosmic furnace will be ignited on that day, and the flame of the energy injected from the outside will burst out from the center of the universe with a scorching light.

Completely eliminate the present era of falsehood.

The supreme gods and fierce beasts, which represent both sides of the will of the universe, will serve as the basis for the existence of the real world. After their destined death, their bodies will be transformed into a ladder leading to the real world.

The first era in the true sense of the stars will come, and everything that exists will be completely extinct in the changing era of the era like a awakening dream.

That is a sign that the universe is alive.

It is also the end of the "trial run" phase.

It's like a bunch of messy data will be completely deleted from the database, leaving a complete system that has been tested to prepare for the next real work.

It will undoubtedly be a new world of birds and flowers, full of sunshine and tenderness.

But it will have nothing to do with this dying age.

That is the real end of the world.

It's close at hand.

"Ding Dong"

In the early morning, in a bar in New York, the door of the store was pushed open, and the bell hanging on the door was dialed to tell the clerk that a guest was coming.

Mephisto, who was wearing a trench coat, held a roll of newspaper and looked at the lace news in the newspaper with interest.

Just flicking the burning tail and walking towards the bar.

The oldest devil with the most gorgeous beard sat on the high chair, his eyes still resting on the newspaper in his hand.

It's like countless ordinary office workers, reaching for it with sharp claws and tapping on the bar, it said without looking up:

"A glass of wine with ice, a plate of pretzels, oh, yes, give two friends around me a glass of wine...I treat!"

The young barman at the bar nodded like a puppet.

His eyes were dark, his movements were stiff, and his soul had obviously been taken away.

And it's not Mephistopheles.

The old devil doesn't like this brutal behavior, he prefers to play with his prey, and then take away the soul full of despair in return for the game.

The real perpetrator is the guy sitting on the left side of the old devil.

An old man in a weird black dress held a cane with a snake head in his hand.

White-haired, but stubborn, an old face looks very resolute, but look carefully, the outline of the glasses is quite similar to the old **** Odin.

Chur.

Serpent.

Almighty God of Fear.

On the right side of Mephistopheles, there was another terrible guy.

It appears as a middle-aged man, wrapped in a green coat, quite thin, with an unusually pale face, a pair of pure black eyes, and messy black hair.

It doesn't look trimmed.

Its clothing corners are jagged, and there are tattered holes that look like homeless people.

It smelled offensively, not the alcoholic smell overnight, it was the worse taste... the smell of fear.

nightmare.

Nightmare Spirit.

It doesn't look at Mephistopheles. It has a weird staff in its hands, like a medieval key, rusty, and curved hand guards wrapped around the trunk.

That thing, like the nightmare, exudes the stench of fear.

After a while, three glasses of ice were added, and the wine-like red wine was placed in front of the three old guys on the bar, like an early morning meeting between the old guys.

Often the next step is to complain to each other about the **** life.

After getting drunk, the old men may meet together to play a croquet or something.

"I said, I invited you to drink, did you not say anything?"

Mephistopheles finally read the interesting lace news in the newspaper. The boring economic and sports sections did not meet the old devil's appetite, so he threw the newspaper into the trash can at his feet.

It picked up the glass, took a sip of cold water, and then gave a soothing moan.

He looked around, and said to the two fearful spirits who didn't say a word:

"This is too rude?"

A nightmare like a tramp glanced in disgust at the wine glass in front of him, and it swore at the old devil.

It suspects this guy is mocking it.

After all, the nightmare's body was destroyed by Odin.

It exists in the form of a spiritual body. It can't enjoy the fine wine of this substance, and it doesn't bother to see it. It sweeps the glass on the ground.

In the sharp sound of broken glass, overflowing wine spilled everywhere.

It replied in an unpleasant voice like steel friction:

"What is politeness? Can you eat? I have rejected your offer many times, Mephistopheles, you hateful guy, I am not interested in what **** king hegemony is!"

"I have my things to do, the king of hell, I still can't look down!"

"Oops, look at your bad lie."

Mephistopheles made a vomiting gesture. He tilted his head and said sarcastically:

"Since you are not interested, then don't hold the fear power of this world and let go, like a greedy fool. Don't think how powerful you are, Mr. Nightmare, there are so many people in **** that can enter the dream to catch you."

"My companions have not yet started because they are all waiting for an upcoming opportunity."

"I'm serious, if you continue to be so greedy, I am afraid that the first thing the **** lords enter into this world is to rush into the dream world and tear you apart."

Holding the wine glass, the old devil glanced at the silent serpent beside him. It said:

"Of course, the same is true for Lord Chur."

"You feed on fear, just like I am naturally chasing evil. This is natural and nothing wrong. On weekdays, no one will bother about your attachment to the world and eating and drinking, but it is different now."

"I have emphasized to you many times that you have intercepted your fear and strengthened yourself. This is digging the corner of all **** lords."

"With you there, the battle for hegemony is a joke, but do you think you are taking advantage? Don't be stupid."

Mephistopheles sipped the boiled wine in his hand, and then chewed the ice in his mouth.

It threw the cup with its ugly finger prints back on the bar, flicked the finger at the frustrated bartender, leaned on the chair, and said to the two fearing gods around him:

"Shut up, I will persuade you at last. Before the angry **** lords unite to kill the two of you, let go."

Nightmare and Serpent did not respond to this unwelcome "persuasion".

None of the guys who can walk to the present on the road of power will be easily frightened. The **** lords are indeed terrible to unite, but whether it is a nightmare or a big snake, they have their own goals.

In other words, obsession.

Nothing can stop them from doing what they are determined to do.

"Thank you for your wine."

The snake raised his head, drank the wine from the glass, and then put the glass back to the bar.

It shook his hand and threw out two Asgard gold coins, then stood up, said something to Mephistopheles, and turned away with his cane.

This is the answer.

The nightmare sneered and turned into smoke. It raised its **** to the old devil, and wanted to go back to the dream world.

The negotiations broke down again.

These two guys don't plan to follow the rules of **** at all, they still have to choose their own way and continue to ingest the fear of this world.

"and many more."

The old devil was not surprised by this result.

The previous contacts have ended in this situation. The two guys who have seen the world are completely non-oil and gas guys.

"I said what I said for Dusk Council."

Mephistopheles sat on a lit chair with his legs tilted up, and in the burning of that burning **** fire, it said:

"Next, I want to talk about some of my personal'suggestions' for the two of you. Anyway, you have come, why not listen to it? Maybe you can find a two-way method from the wisdom of old Mephistopheles. ?"

The snake that had reached the door of the bar stopped.

The nightmares that escaped themselves into dreams also stayed in place in the form of smoky black smoke. They stared with interest at the great devil, who adjusted his collar to his leisure.

It said to the two fear gods:

"I have a suggestion, you also join the **** system, participate in this hegemony as **** lord, control your desire to devour, only take the fear you have created, and don't touch the cake of others."

"Everyone has their own skills and fair competition. Who can create the most fear in this world, who can rule in hell...fairly, right?"

"puff"

The whimsical words of the old devil made the nightmare sneer, and he was too lazy to talk more with Mephistopheles, and the serpent shook his head.

Mephistopheles' suggestions are meaningless.

This is to allow the serpent and the nightmare to break their arms, give up their greatest advantages, tie their hands, blind their eyes, and compete with the powerful **** lords.

Anyone with a little brain will not choose this.

"Don't worry, I haven't finished speaking yet."

The old devil did not care about the sarcasm of the serpent and the nightmare. He flicked his fingers and continued to say:

"I won't let you do it in vain, I will pay..."

"Raven, Merlin Riley, I will help you trap him, I will help you kill him, I will erase this black hole of fate that interferes with everything, and let everything go on the established track."

"Everything was so good before the guy didn't show up, but after he showed up, things went down sharply."

The old devil stretched out a finger, stroking his beard, his eyes full of nostalgia said:

"Yeah, you can feel it. The three of us have something in common."

"We all hate Merlin, we have been disturbed by him for the big things we have to do, we have all received humiliating failures from him, we have all been exploited by him... he is the obstacle, the biggest thing we want to accomplish Hinder!"

"Without Merlin, Zatana Zattara's dream world will be vulnerable, and the nightmare Lord can easily return to his nightmare dimension, regain his strength, and become a real dream tyrant."

The old devil said in a low voice:

"Without Merlin, everyone in New Asgard lost its umbrella."

"The Lord Serpent can enter the room, go back to his home, fight with his rebellious young brother wantonly, take Odin's head, come to Asgard, and achieve the great cause of the Almighty Father."

"Without Merlin, Old Mephistopheles doesn't need to worry about it anymore, and he doesn't need to worry about being rushed into the house by a group of little wolf cubs and cutting off his head..."

"I can play my tricks in time, and lure the depraved soul to fall."

Speaking of which, the old devil suddenly had a feeling of feeling and loneliness. It shook his head in regret, as if the most fun thing in life suddenly became meaningless.

A sullen emotion enveloped it, and the old devil shrugged, saying:

"In short, as I said, without Merlin, everything will become as good as before."

He raised his head and blinked at the serpent and nightmare. In the burning flame in his eyes, it folded his hands and asked sincerely:

"I'm going to deal with Merlin. I'll think of a way. You can watch. After confirming that Merlin is trapped by me, you can make a decision. I personally... I hope that the battle for hegemony will be conducted fairly. This is My biggest expectation now."

"So, just do me a favor, two guys."

"Accept my suggestion and make this unprecedented game fairer."

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