Shadow of the Beautiful World

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Auckland's February has been slightly hot.

This city in northwestern California is close to the sea, so that the temperature here will not fall below 0° all year round. There is no market for warm clothing in this place.

But at this time, in a remote black neighborhood in Oakland, Merlin walked in the dusk, still subconsciously wrapped his coat tightly, although the outside temperature is not cold, but whether it is the clothes on the body, or the sunset behind , But he couldn't make him feel warm.

Because his coldness does not come from the perception of the body, but the soul.

Merlin's appearance now is likely to frighten the children around him. His face is pale and paperless, and he does not look bloody. His neck has a blue muscle burst, as if he was poisoned.

Looking closer, when Merlin was in action, his face and hands seemed to be covered with a thin layer of black light at all times, and a plume of almost invisible black smoke emanated from his skin, letting He looked like a ghost who stole into the world.

His steps are heavy and difficult, as if every effort is made to do his best.

His condition is terrible. In the past 2 months, he has traversed almost North America. In the process, like the sudden attack on the train that day, there have been no less than 5 times.

And Merlin can now be sure that the hunters are not agents of Manhattan at night, but another group of people.

A group of more ruthless people, their purpose is very clear, is to get the super soldier serum in the hands of Merlin, and then by the way to get rid of Merlin.

A net for him has been opened and is shrinking rapidly.

Just last night, in a small town on the outskirts of Auckland, Merlin accidentally stepped into their trap.

A large amount of explosives buried in the entire hotel detonated, and Merlin was able to escape as a black mist, and then he was surrounded by dozens of people. They are equipped with high-intensity stun guns, barbed fishing nets, blinding flash grenades, and everyone wears infrared detectors.

The night battle last night was the most dangerous situation that Merlin encountered.

Just a little bit, he would fall into that small town that was arranged as a death trap.

But fortunately still looking after him, after desperately chopping down several hunters, Merlin once again inspired the black fog explosion, rushing into the boundless night like a wounded beast.

But if there are lucky things, there are also unfortunate things.

Merlin took advantage of the darkened night, under the shadow cloak, and walked into an apartment building on the roadside. Relying on darkness perception, he quickly found an unoccupied room and walked into it.

Merlin took off his coat, and on his abdomen, several healing wounds were so shocking.

In Merlin's spiritual vision, he could see that a layer of black energy covered these wounds, causing them to heal, but also invading his body little by little, flesh and energy are merging.

"The situation is getting worse."

Merlin sighed, lying weak on the cold bed, and he planned to take a break.

And when he closed his eyes, the dark murmur that hadn't appeared for a long time appeared in his ear again.

That was the restlessness of the dark magic in his soul and body.

The persevering pursuit of the killer caused Merlin to use the magic explosion multiple times in a short period of time, which caused it to begin to erode Merlin's body again, and this time the erosion was faster and more powerful. It's like a rebound after being suppressed for a long time.

In the night in Manhattan, on the train leaving New York, in the town last night, the non-lethal force used by the opponent also left a lot of dark wounds, even torn injuries, on Merlin's body.

He is like a beast running away from exhaustion. He has no time to rest at all, and if he goes on like this, Merlin is likely to be defeated by exhaustion.

It was like an encounter in Central City two years ago, but this time, he was estimated not to be so lucky to meet a good person like the Allen couple.

"Let me rest for a while."

Merlin murmured. He looked at the time on his wrist. It was 8 o'clock in the afternoon, four hours before midnight.

He took the small kettle from his pocket, took a sip of water, and let the shell pendant begin to purify the dark magic that escaped. Then he covered his ears and curled up on the dark bed, as if he could block the dark echoes echoing in his ears. .

He desperately needed to sleep for a while.

But the night was not calm. After three hours, Merlin was awakened by a low hum, and he jumped out of the bed.

Because the injury to the abdomen hadn't completely healed, this violent movement made Merlin couldn't help sipping his teeth. He hurried to the window, opened the window, and looked in the sky in the direction of the sound.

The next moment, Merlin's eyes narrowed sharply.

In the dark cloud cover at night, he saw an irregular oval black object hovering above the clouds. That's the limit of ordinary people's eyesight, but for Merlin, it's far beyond the limit.

Above the head, the things in the clouds look like flying saucers in urban legends.

But it looks very heavy and has a sense of technology. And viewed from below, the three energy jets under the spaceship are combined like a vague human face.

However, Merlin can be sure that in this world of 1992, no country can make such a thing!

"The wizard, the underwater man, and the super soldier, are they aliens?"

Merlin muttered to himself:

"What the **** is going on in this **** world?"

But the next moment, the cranky thinking about the aliens was broken.

Because in Merlin's vision, he clearly saw that several figures fell under the hovering spaceship with some kind of dive device.

Although the target is too small and the speed is too fast, it seems a bit vague, but Merlin can be sure that those are real humans.

But the thing that made Merlin feel his doom was the most, these few unidentified guys, the whereabouts of the target, was in the apartment building where he was.

"Are they the hunters this time?"

An idea jumped out of Merlin's mind, but Merlin rejected it the next second.

"It's unlikely! If those hounds have such black technology, they don't need to chase me across North America at all."

"This is another group. But what are they doing here?"

Suspiciously in Merlin's mind, he returned to the bed and lay down again.

He closed his eyes, letting the shadow cover his body, and then spreading his consciousness little by little through the darkness, just like in the dark of Manhattan.

A moment later, in a room diagonally above Merlin, he heard a depressed conversation between the two.

"Listen, we just need to keep fast in and fast out. There is no problem. You come from the west and turn to the corner. I and two others are waiting for you here. After the meeting, the car will not be needed, understand? Here... ."

A person's voice is very quick, but very organized. He quickly stopped speaking, as if he had a hunch, he suddenly said to another person:

"Quick! Put the gun away! Someone is coming."

"Is it the police?"

The other asked slightly nervously. After a few seconds, the sound of some metal knocking sounded, and in Merlin’s listening, the person who started talking answered:

"No, not..."

Along with the sound of the pistol being loaded, Merlin immediately realized that there might be a gun battle here, just when he was about to take back the darkness perception and left here, unexpected things happened.

"There are two strange girls standing outside. They, they still carry spears?"

"Open the door!"

"Are you sure? They look dangerous."

"Open the door, believe me. They won't knock on the door next time."

The sound of opening the door echoed with the sound of some strange metal vibration in Merlin's will, and he was more curious about what was happening in that room.

He began to focus most of his attention on the house, like an image composed of sonar echoes, a vague, unclear picture, and only lines and outlines could be seen in Merlin's mind.

He saw two nervous people, one of them holding a pistol.

In front of them, two women holding cold weapons, Merlin noticed that the vitality of the two women was very strong. With the exception of Vico the Undersea, Merlin has never seen such a powerful human being.

And in Merlin's perception, there is also a weird guy who is hiding in the darkness of the room... but Merlin can't feel his vitality and soul, like there is something that is blocking Merlin's darkness Perception.

He could only feel a dark, fast-moving shadow.

But what is certain is that the guy must be very strong. His movement in the dark is as sharp as a spider. Even the perception of darkness is difficult to really capture his movements.

This man reminded Merlin of the attacker with a metal arm he saw the night the Howards were killed. They were really similar. The feelings brought to Merlin are extremely dangerous.

The four people in the house are communicating in a language that Merlin does not understand. It seems to be an indigenous language and has a rhythm.

He felt that someone had opened his lips and seemed to be verifying something, and at the next moment, the short sound of current blocking and restarting was clearly reflected in Merlin's spirit.

Although he couldn't see the picture, he could think of what happened in that room.

The guy hidden in the darkness appeared from the darkness.

Well, the two ordinary people must have been shocked.

Merlin felt that after the eccentric guy appeared, one of the ordinary people immediately knelt on the ground. He said in a low voice:

"His Majesty!"

"His Majesty?"

This name puzzled Merlin. In this era, in 1992, did a real king exist?

And most importantly, if this is a king, why did he appear in a remote black neighborhood in Auckland in this way?

What secret did this strange and powerful king come from?

"Let him leave!"

The man called the king commanded with a deep, dark voice, and the man kneeling on the ground explained quickly:

"This is James. I swear by my life that he is worthy of trust. He can stay, as long as you allow, my majesty Tchaca."

"Okay, then get up as you wish!"

In this conversation, they used English, which relieved Merlin. If you don’t understand the conversations of these weird people, then you don’t want to figure out this more and more strange thing.

Merlin heard the name of the man called His Majesty, he was called Tchaca.

This pronunciation always feels a bit strange.

Merlin continued to listen, and he felt that the king had taken off his helmet, and at the moment when he took off his helmet, Merlin's reaction to him suddenly became clear.

It seems that the helmet and the armor on him blocked Merlin's dark perception.

But after the perception was restored, Merlin clearly felt that if the vitality of other people was a flame, then the vitality of this King Tchaca was as majestic as a blazing flame.

His vitality is at least 5-10 times that of ordinary people! In Merlin's perception, this guy is not like a human, but like a dangerous monster.

Even more dangerous than Veko, the undersea man!

"My brother, let me see how you have been."

"I have a very good life, my sire, my physique is still strong, just miss my hometown, yes, how is the family?"

The king and the man seemed familiar, more like friends, and the two chatted in a relaxed tone until the man asked a question.

Merlin could feel that the atmosphere in the house was suddenly tense.

"Hometown, not good."

The king replied:

"Someone, his name is Ulysses Crow. He stole our 0.25 tons of Zhenjin. In order to escape, he detonated a bomb at the border. We suffered heavy casualties. The most important thing is my brother, this outsider. He knows where we are hiding Jinjin, and how to effectively launch the attack. Obviously, he has an internal response."

The king's tone became low:

"I'm here, my brother, I want you to look into my eyes, and then tell me why, why do you betray our motherland, why do you betray...Wakanda!"

"Zhenjin? What is that? Is it a metal? Where is Wakanda? I seem to have heard of this country."

Merlin was like an experienced voyeur. He was full of curiosity, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he continued to diffuse the dark perception quietly and continued to observe the tense situation in that room.

He heard the guy named "Enjob", arguing with King Tchaca, and the scene of the betrayal of the reliable "James" brother beside him.

It turned out that James, who was trusted by Nchob, was actually a spy sent to North America by this **** kingdom of Wakanda. He had been hiding next to Nchob and recorded all the evidence of his treason.

This foreign royal family's infighting heard Merlin frowning, and he seemed to inadvertently discover a big secret.

At this time, in that room, King Tetraca's sentence was over.

"Prince Nchob, as the Wakanda Black Panther, I ask you to return to your homeland immediately, meet the Council of Elders, and confess your crimes to them!"

At this moment, Merlin suddenly opened his eyes, and if he felt something, he quickly diffused the perception of darkness outward.

In the building opposite the block, a familiar, sharp breath entered the realm of dark perception, just like a beast that suddenly appeared from hiding.

The terrified Merlin jumped violently, rushed to the window of the room desperately, and broke the glass from the 4th floor.

At the same time, on the top floor opposite the building, the ruthless Winter Soldier pulled the trigger, and in a low roar, an anti-tank rocket dragged the dazzling flame towards the floor where Merlin was. The pursuer has almost perfectly and precisely locked his hiding place.

The deadliest hunter, reproduced in the dark!

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