Shadow of the Beautiful World

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Many things happened on this seemingly ordinary night.

A devil prince escaped from hell, preparing to start his glorious conquest.

A knight was endowed with power and pushed by fate to join the carnival.

And where the two are about to meet, there are also unknown things happening, and the importance of this matter is no worse than the first two.

Every city has a cemetery.

Although no one likes that place, for a fast-growing city, a cemetery is a must.

It tends to be quiet and low-key standing in some unobtrusive places on the edge of the city.

It often has beautiful grass and a quiet fence. It seems to be designed to create an environment that will not be disturbed for the dead.

Although that didn't mean much to the dead.

After the arrival of death, their souls have been separated from the decayed body, either stepping into the heaven of faith or falling into the tragic hell.

Except for some special circumstances, they will never stay in the human world.

The soul is really important. The body is meaningless.

In the hometowns of Johnny and Rosanne, on the outskirts of Austin, in a small, unremarkable cemetery, a tombkeeper is preparing to fall asleep.

He is very old.

His head was gray with white hair and his face was covered with wrinkles, which was the most real trace left over from years.

But the old man was still stubborn and did not want to fall down. He was wearing a half-denim cowboy outfit, dressed like the old cowboy of the last era, no, the old cowboy of the last era was wearing a broken cowboy hat.

Before falling asleep, he had to do the daily work. He carried a shovel and patrolled the cemetery, although there were few tomb robbers in this era.

After all, in this new era, tomb robbers are really a very promising job, but there are always some drunkards and addicts who would like a secluded place like a cemetery without being disturbed.

Well, there are some psychologically distorted little couples who will take advantage of the night and do some very abnormal things here...

Never underestimate people's inner madness, especially in this increasingly crazy world.

The old man carrying a horse lantern, humming a weird song, walking around in the cemetery, this scene looks a bit infiltrating, even enough to scare the cowards.

I don't know if it was the reason for the sudden change in the weather. In the **** late night, the fog actually rose in the cemetery. Between the shadows and shadows, the light from the horse lantern seemed pale.

It's like those old and absurd stories in the western land built on legend...

What intrigues, what death, and the like.

"Ok?"

Carrying a shovel and humming songs, the old man who was inspecting the cemetery suddenly heard the voice from the cemetery next to him.

He turned his head to look around, and the voice came from the depths of the cemetery, where the oldest batch of cemeteries, mostly tombstones left by those who died in the cowboy era.

However, they were not buried here. They were originally in the city, but the city also needs to develop. The role of the cemetery is obviously not as important as the railway station, so those cemeteries were moved here decades ago.

Very few people come to worship those who died hundreds of years ago, except for those who still maintain ancient traditions.

Those who are able to guard the tomb are all brave guys.

At midnight, the old man guarding the tomb walked into the depths of the cemetery with his voice. He thought it was another group of addicts or lunatics running for fun, but until he was near the somewhat barren cemetery Only then did he realize that it was not.

In front of a tombstone, two weird people are standing there.

The guy standing on the left is wearing a black trench coat and a hood.

It looks a little thin, holding a weird cane in his hand, glowing a reddish light in the dark night. The cane is very strange and looks like it is made of some kind of plastic, but that's not it!

The insightful tomb-keepers could see at a glance that the thing was made of bones.

A piece of art carved out of a complete leg bone, and from the fact that it can shine, it can be seen that the bones that have used raw materials must be extraordinary.

The guy standing on the right is also wearing a cloak, but the style of the cloak is more like a cloak.

And it looks like a very old style of cloak. It drags on the ground, just like the cloak worn by medieval nobles. He also wears a green hood. In the dark, the hood is almost perfectly hidden in In the night.

These two guys are not ordinary people at first sight.

So the tombkeeper didn't come closer anymore. He hid behind a tree and quietly listened to the conversation between the two guys.

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"I'm curious, Mr. Dumm."

Merlin looked at the weathered tombstone in front of him, and he said to the silent Victor von Durm:

"When you talk to my "old friend", what kind of requirements does it put forward for you? Is it convenient to disclose it?"

"No, I promised it. Before the time comes, I can't say."

Dum's deep voice came from under his iron-faced helmet. The wizard king was as low-key and silent as ever, facing Merlin's question, he replied:

"I can only say that you have a lot of good things."

"Lord Merlin, just like your "old friend", the omniscient sheepskin roll, if possible, I hope to buy it from you."

"Unfortunately, I can't give it to you."

Merlin crouched down, stretched out his hand, and turned away the weeds in front of the tombstone. He said:

"Parchment is troublesome, it involves a lot of unknown things."

"And the last time I deposited it with a friend, it turned out to be a terrible state of affairs for me, and I haven't gotten out of that trouble. Seriously, Your Excellency, Dum, I am for your good... "

"My "old friend" is definitely not as simple as it looks on the surface."

"Found it, this is it."

Merlin looked at the weathered text on the tombstone. He read the text:

"Carter Shire...May Father's light shine on your dark soul, my friend."

Under the meaningful epitaph, which records the years of Carter Shirley’s birth and death, Merlin stared at the text that had been stripped of time, and he said:

"A man living in the 19th century, um, is still a mounted policeman, interesting."

He stood up and patted the dust on his gloves. He looked at the silent Dum beside him. He said:

"So, what did the parchment tell you?"

"It tells me a lot about Carter Shree, about the San Van Gonzaga contract, about Mephistopheles' failure, about how we can use it."

Dumu folded his hands on his abdomen. The wizard king looked at the tombstone in front of him. Like a story, he said softly in a magnetic voice:

"Carter Shire, a Texas Mounted Police, a person who is said to be upright."

"But in fact, he was the last knight of Mephistopheles. It was the only knight who had escaped the destroyed ending since the birth of the legend of the ghost knight, a real wise man."

"Of course, it's also a guy who didn't keep his promise. The only guy who let the great devil Mephisto gain a failure."

"Like the beginning of all the stories related to Mephistopheles, Shi Lei was imprisoned for accepting bribes and he will be executed."

"The night before he was executed, a mysterious person appeared in front of him, promising his new life and hope, and Shi Lei, who had nowhere to go, signed a contract and was able to escape."

"In the day, he performed his duties as a mounted policeman as before, and when the night came, he turned into a knight of evil spirits. On the western land, he charged the souls of the contract for the big devil, just like a Fighter, an accomplice..."

Dum shook his head, he said:

"Shi Lei may not be a good person, but he still has a last trace of conscience."

"In his last debt collection operation, he witnessed Mephisto's use of the temptation of eternal life to lure thousands of people from a village into depravity, turning the village into a **** on earth overnight."

"The wife killed the husband, the son strangled the father, the mother poisoned the daughter, the baby was thrown into the well and drowned... All the imaginable sins happened that night, and all this was just a bad thing in Mephistopheles joke."

"When the village was soaked with blood, the last trace of conscience in Shi Lei's fallen soul forced him to rebel against his master. He used some mysterious methods to get rid of Mephistopheles' hunt and fled with the contract until right now."

"San Van Gonzalez!"

Merlin rubbed his forehead. He recalled his past. Soon, he thought of his short trip to Texas in 1991.

"Oh, by the way, I have been to the famous haunted village in the area. But I was too weak at the time to solve the secret there, so I wrote it in my notebook."

Merlin took a note from his pocket, flipped through a few pages, then pointed to the text above and said:

"Look, right here, my record at the time."

"A dangerous place, wait until it is strong enough to come back to explore... Gee, it turns out that this **** destiny has long dragged me into this matter, but I know nothing, how sad."

Merlin looked at the tombstone in front of him and said:

"So, Carter Shree is not actually dead, right? His Excellency Dum."

"Of course, the cunning soul has been hiding in a secret place, that is where **** creatures can't step in, and Shi Lei has been very careful, any wind and grass will make him escape, just like now..."

Dum turned his head and looked at the pale horse lantern running in the mist behind him. He said:

"He is going to run... he thought he could run away."

"Uh"

Dum's figure disappeared while the magic flowed, and Merlin looked back at the weathered tombstone. He shook his head and chased him.

But soon, Merlin stopped.

He stood in the dark night, looking at the shovel thrown by Shi Lei under his feet. It was plain and simple. It seemed to have been used for a long time, even the wooden handle was grinded out of the pulp.

No one will pay attention to this stuff, no one will pick it up when it is thrown on the street.

"A part of it is hollow!"

Icarus said to Merlin:

"There is something in the wooden handle."

"Well, I feel it, a familiar feeling."

Merlin bent down and picked up the shovel. He looked at what was in his hand. He said:

"I've felt this power before, it's been a long time..."

"Let me think about it. A long time ago, when the half-devil Morris attacked St. Matthew’s Church, there was a white light protecting Father Paul. The priest told me that it was a spiritual power of faith. I didn’t believe it yet, but that Daoguang's feeling..."

"Snapped"

Meilin broke the wooden handle of the shovel in his hand, and a white light spewed out, causing Meilin Hanmao, who was a half-devil, to stand upright. .

"Exactly, this holy power, I know there is **** in this world, but is there really heaven?"

Merlin looked at the golden scroll that was falling on the grass and wrapped in a white light. He said:

"It's the legendary heaven that fought endlessly with hell, sheltering Shi Lei..."

"Ah, I know. The 200-year-old veteran policeman didn't find any conscience at all. He was just called by heaven. That's all. No wonder he dare to fight Mephistopheles."

Merlin took the black suitcase from his pocket, called out the fortress, and asked the fortress to pick up the reel protected by the white arc from the ground. Then he took the fortress back to the tombkeeper's hut.

This is a small holy place. The holy power protects it. Merlin felt the strength of that power, and then decided to stop outside the house decisively.

In the room, Dum and the old mounted police apparently had a less "friendly" exchange, and even a force similar to the fire of **** was beating.

But after a few minutes, the fighting in the room stopped.

"Click"

The door was pushed open and Dum stepped out of it. The cloak on his body was burnt, but otherwise he was intact.

Behind him, the old mounted policeman with swollen nose and blue eyes looked at the two people in front of him with disgust, and the scroll held in the hand by the fortress, he said:

"You idiots, do you think this scroll is so easy to handle? It is protected by the power of St. Michael, just to prevent Mephistopheles from using it to do evil."

"No, you misunderstood, Shi Lei."

Dum waved his finger, and a golden contract exactly like the San Van Gonzal contract appeared in his hand. He handed the fake contract that took a lot of time to craft and handed to Shi Lei.

He says:

"We never coveted this scroll. At least I don't want to hold it. Thousands of evil souls are meaningless to me... we just need you to do something for us."

Dum looked at the last ghost knight. Maybe this guy was very good when he was full, and it was difficult to get rid of, but now, after Mephistopheles has recovered a large part of the knight's strength, he is already a dead man and has lived more than 200 years. Year old man.

Either Merlin or Dum can easily kill him.

"Someone will come to find it."

Merlin pointed to the scroll in Shi Lei's hand and he said to the old mounted police:

"All you have to do is give this thing to the visitor... that's all, oh, of course, you may need to act."

Carter Slay looked at the mimicking in his own hands, and there was even a fake that was surging with a real dark magic.

A smile flashed across his old face. He showed his big yellow teeth and stretched out his old cowboy hat. He said to Dum and Merlin:

"You are planning to pit Mephistopheles. You have the courage...but I said that I almost scared me to death."

"I'm doing this job!"

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