Shadow of the Beautiful World

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"Ding Dong"

The sound of the doorbell echoed in the quiet room, and Merlin lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

He looked out the window, it was already night.

From the intermittent sleep in the early morning to the evening, but Merlin was still very tired, and the fatigue in his body had dissipated. This bad feeling came from the restless soul.

He got up from the bed and looked down at the pillow soaked in blood. Merlin reached out and wiped his nose. The sticky blood suddenly covered his fingers.

"More and more frequently."

Merlin frowned and wiped the blood under his nose, then folded the pillow and bed cover and threw it into the washing machine in the house.

The doorbell was still ringing, and Merlin shook his head, trying to keep himself awake.

He was dizzy, as if he hadn't been awake yet. He went to the door and opened the door, and he saw Garrett in casual clothes waiting for him at the door.

"Boy, it's time to eat."

The old cowboy-like agent said to Merlin, he saw Merlin's bad face, he said with concern:

"Are you restful? Or are you sick?"

"I'm fine."

Merlin reached out and pushed his glasses, and smiled at Gattler. He said:

"Maybe it's not very suitable for the weather in London. In short, I'm okay. Wait a minute, John. I'll change clothes and we will start."

"Okay. I'm waiting for you downstairs. The restaurant is very close. We can walk over."

When the old agent saw Merlin didn't want to say more about it, he stopped decisively.

As a senior agent, Gattler knows that everyone has their own secrets. It is an offense to spy on the secrets of others.

"boom"

The door closed again.

Merlin stepped back a few steps, his body suddenly atomized, and appeared in the bathroom a few seconds later.

He held his fist and looked at himself in the mirror. His ability was not affected. His body was still strong and powerful, and even the dark senses were functioning normally. He was not injured at all.

But what is reflected in the mirror is a soul immersed in darkness.

The erosion of dark magic on the soul and body has accumulated to a bottleneck. More and more frequent nosebleeds and nightmares indicate that Merlin is getting closer and closer to the transformation of darkness.

It's like a train slowly accelerating to the dark.

Under the impact of the pattering water, Merlin clenched his fists tightly, and he was already trying very hard to find them.

But he couldn't find a way to slow down. He couldn't find a way to weaken the magic of darkness. He got pieces of junk information from many places, but now he lacks a vital link to put these pieces together.

He could only helplessly sit in the already fast train, watching as he was about to break through the limits and into the dark realm.

He will not immediately become a demon, which is still a process of transformation.

But like a malignant disease, once it enters the onset period, the rate of transformation and erosion will become faster and faster. One day, Merlin Riley will disappear completely, and what remains in this body will be a twisted dark soul.

Half Magic Merlin.

A monster about to be born.

Nearly 10 minutes later, Merlin, wearing a gray casual shirt and jeans, walked out of the hotel, where Butler was already waiting for him.

The commander of this European branch has a tough style and can bring a full sense of security. He has a strong sense of strength between his hands and throws, and once he knows him, he will involuntarily obey him.

This is a very charismatic agent, a very good commander.

However, Agent Gattler also has a secret. And it can't hide Merlin.

In Merlin's eyes, Butler's vitality is very strange. Although stronger than the average person, there is always a feeling of poor circulation.

Merlin pushed his glasses, and in the state of vision, he could see that Agent Gattler's waist had an area not pure flesh, but some kind of precise bionic instrument.

It fits in with the flesh and blood of Butler, and takes on part of the circulatory system.

"In 1988, on the outskirts of Vienna, Agent Gattler and Frey performed the task together, but there was an accident. Agent Gattler was seriously injured and reportedly had his intestines interrupted."

Such a message appeared in Merlin's mind.

This was not something he imagined out of thin air, but the fact that they had made up a few days ago when they teamed up to rescue Alexander Pierce through the conversation between Gattler and Fury.

In front of him, the strange metal organ in the body of the old agent should be the "souvenir" left after the attack.

It's really hard to imagine that a life can survive tenaciously in such a gesture. He was supposed to be dead, but he is still stubbornly alive, even tougher than ordinary people.

"Well. A worthy warrior."

This thought came to Merlin's heart:

"A warrior who has crossed death."

This was his initial evaluation of Agent Gattler. He stepped forward and greeted the old agent. The two of them walked along the streets of London's old town to the restaurant they had booked.

This is a banquet that catches the wind and dust, and it is also a gathering to deepen the relationship between the soldiers who have been on the battlefield together. During this period of time in the Strategic Science Corps, through Fury's series of words and examples, Merlin had learned a truth.

Friends, it's like toilet paper under the sink.

Usually prepare a few more volumes, absolutely no harm.

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"Hahaha, you don't even know what expression on his face when Fury, who had run out of bullets, saw me on the battlefield outside Vienna in 1988."

In the restaurant, the slightly insignificant Gattler patted the table and told Merlin the story of the past. With a vivid expression on his face, he said to Merlin:

"He was like seeing a ghost at the time, he shouted:"

"Gosh! Did you crawl out of hell?"

"Hahaha"

Gattler imitated Fury's tone, and the brilliant voice made Merlin laugh too. After laughing, Merlin picked up the glass and lifted it towards Garrett. He said:

"That must be painful? I mean, from the place where the bomb was blown up, climb to the safe area, and dragged the broken intestines..."

"It hurts, it hurts very much."

The old agent breathed a sigh of relief. He subconsciously touched the piece of metal around his waist. He said to Merlin:

"I still remember the pain till now. For more than ten minutes, I feel like I have been thrown into hell... I even felt like I saw the scenery of hell, but I clenched my teeth step by step. Crawled out."

"I climbed back from the **** to the world and scared the group of **** who were about to retreat."

The old agent took a sip of wine and he said to Merlin:

"You young people are much happier now. You will never experience the same kind of mission as the killing battlefield. In our time, such missions are commonplace, especially in Eastern Europe, on the Russian territory. Every agent must leave a suicide note before accepting the mission."

"Anyone around you, even yourself, may never return, and there are family members and children waiting in your house, maybe a lover. It's cruel."

Gattler seemed to be caught in past memories, he said softly with emotion:

"The cruelty of being left waiting to die, the pain of falling into hell, you have a hard time experiencing it."

"If I said, what did I experience?"

Merlin drank the rest of the wine in his hand. Under the stimulation of alcohol, he was a little bit boozy. He coughed a few times and whispered:

"Gattler, what you tore was the body in 1988, and I was the soul that was torn in 1989. I don’t know which is more painful, but if I talk about the landscape of hell, I’m in Wisconsin, then In the deserted wilderness, I also seem to have seen..."

"Magic, something that shouldn't exist. It ruined me and created another me."

Butler quietly listened to Merlin's recollection. He quietly poured another glass of wine for Merlin. After Merlin finished speaking, the old agent raised the glass and said to Merlin:

"Come, have another drink!"

"This cup, pay tribute to the pain we have experienced, to respect the past that you never want to remember!"

"Do not."

Merlin shook his head. He picked up the wine glass and collided gently with the wine glass of Gattler. He said:

"Respect new friends!"

"Haha, yes! That's right! Respect new friends!"

Gattler laughed and drank the wine in his hand. Merlin watched the old agent so bold and he sipped the wine. As a result, the wine went straight to his head, causing him to cough several times in a row, which caused the old agent to laugh with kindness.

"Cough, I don't drink much."

Merlin stopped the cough and explained:

"When I was young, J... I mean, my adoptive father, he is a very traditional person, he doesn't like children to drink very much."

Merlin almost spoke James's full name, but the reason in his mind made him change his name abruptly. He looked at Butler, but found that the latter looked at him strangely.

"what happened?"

Merlin asked doubtfully.

Butler picked up the tissue on the table and handed it to Merlin. The old agent's expression became a little cautious, he said:

"You are bleeding."

"Ok?"

Merlin lowered his head. The tablecloth in front of him was already stained with blood. He hurriedly took a tissue and blocked his nose, but this time... This time, the blood couldn't stop it.

Like, like a valve in the body or soul, at this moment, it was completely opened.

"Snapped"

Merlin stood up in a panic, and said to Gattler:

"I'll go to the bathroom."

"You seem to need help, boy."

The old agent also stood up, and Merlin shook his hand at him:

"No! I can do it alone...don't follow me! Gattler, don't follow me...it's here, wait!"

Watching Merlin stagger slightly towards the bathroom, Agent Gattler's eyes narrowed, and in his eyes, an exploratory light became more and more intense.

He became more and more curious about the secret secret of the young man Merlin.

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"Snapped"

Merlin rushed into the bathroom. He turned on the faucet and rinsed his nostrils with cold water, trying to contract the broken capillaries to stop the bleeding.

But it's useless.

Soon, the entire sink was horrified by the splashing blood.

Merlin raised his head, and in the mirror in front of him, he saw a bloody, embarrassed face.

A strange ghost image appeared again in front of his eyes, just like the sequelae of the torn soul of the day. He felt the sky turning, and the whole world began to roll and subvert before its eyes.

"boom"

Merlin fell to the ground weakly, struggling, reaching out hard, grabbing the closest armrest to himself.

He could feel that his own power was still there, but at this moment, his will seemed to be kept in a prison cage, and no matter how he called, those forces would no longer respond.

To make matters worse, the ghosting in front of us becomes more and more serious, and the whole world seems to be distorted.

In Merlin's eyes, everything around him seemed to be a blazing flame. In the burning of the dark red ashes, he vaguely saw a floating island in the sky of magma.

On the most central floating island, there is a tall bone throne, a familiar figure is sitting on it.

Sannomiya!

Sannomiya!

The erosion of the dark magic broke through a certain limit, and the dark magic that grew rapidly in Merlin's soul began to instinctively call himself the source of his arrival.

"no no!"

Merlin struggled, and he yelled, trying to stop the magic inside his body from spreading.

Can't go any further, go any further...it will be discovered by Sannomiya!

No!

At least not now!

"Stop!"

"Who will help me! Stop!"

"Wow"

At this moment, a strange light sounded in Merlin's soul, it was like... a rolling dice, falling on the table.

"what!"

Another sharp cry also sounded in front of Merlin at this moment, like a girl's voice.

This sharp scream made Merlin's chaotic will sober for a moment. He raised his head hard and saw that a girl was standing in front of him, looking at him with curious eyes.

That girl...

Very familiar.

"Merlin!"

Pushing the door open, Miss Hermione, who was about to go to the toilet, looked at the man in the pool of blood in surprise.

Although she is more mature and taller than the face in her memory, Hermione still can see at a glance that the man in this situation is very bad. He was rescued on the ground of North America three years ago. A train of heroes.

"Merlin! Why are you in the women's toilet?"

Hermione squatted down hurriedly, trying to reach Merlin up from the ground, but at the moment Hermione touched Merlin’s body, the irritable dark magic sparked a spark at Hermione’s fingertips, which surprised the girl. .

"This magic? What's going on?"

Hermione took a step back and she looked around. There was no one in this female toilet except for her and Merlin. She gritted her teeth. While Merlin's consciousness had begun to blur, her little fingertip had a black tip. The wand, accompanied by the sound of a low mantra, quickly wrapped Merlin with a golden spark.

Like a curtain, he quickly isolated his perception from the outside world, and it was also slightly difficult. It cut off the magical power of the continuous extension of Merlin's body from the twisted dimension.

"Uh"

At the moment when the magic boiling was stopped, Merlin's consciousness quickly returned to the body. He stood up, turned on the faucet, washed the blood on his face, and tried to calm himself down in this way.

After a few seconds, Merlin turned around and looked at Hermione behind him, and the wand with golden dots in her hand, he asked in a hoarse voice:

"Little girl... are you a wizard?"

"Yes!"

Hermione shrugged when she broke the secret. She looked at Merlin who had not seen her for more than three years. She pulled the skirt and made a very decent lady ceremony. She said:

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizarding, Hermione Jane Granger, a second-year Gryffindor wizard, hello to you."

"Mr. Merlin the Great Hero."

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