Shadow of the Beautiful World

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At night, in the mysterious house.

May and Ben went back to Wisconsin, and they were going to see Coulson's parents.

Coulson told May everything.

After realizing that his brother had an experience in Wisconsin, May plans to go and see where his brother grew up.

The children supported their aunt Mei to do so.

Merlin's departure has caused pain to everyone, but May is definitely the one with the deepest injury.

She needs time to take away the grief, but she is more doubtful whether time can heal all this.

Little Peter was sent to Xuanlan, who was happy to take care of Merlin's nephew.

This child is only 11 years old this year. He hasn't grown up yet, and he shouldn't bear it.

"Sleep well at night."

Xuan Lan was sitting by the bed, helping Peter to cover the quilt. She looked at Peter, and the child clutched Icarus's frame tightly in her hand.

It seems to be the most precious thing.

Ugh.

Xuan Lan sighed inwardly.

She smiled and touched Peter's face. She said:

"Ring the bell when you need it, and I will show up as soon as possible."

"Ok."

Peter has also lived in a mysterious house before, and he is no stranger to Xuan Lan.

When he saw that Xuan Lan was leaving, Peter suddenly asked:

"Sister Lan..."

"Ok?"

Xuan Lan looked down at Peter, who said softly:

"I heard Sister Ruiwen and Brother Matt talking today, Ruiwen said, Uncle just went to a very distant place, like a business trip."

"He will still come back, right?"

"Of course, cute."

Xuan Lan chuckled lightly.

But she mourned inwardly.

Suddenly, in the eyes of the children, the word "going out" became a substitute for going to a dangerous place...

She leaned over and kissed Peter on the forehead.

she says:

"Your uncle, is a great person. Great people are always very determined. They will not give up the people or things they care about so easily."

"And you are in this world, he will definitely come back, just sooner or later."

"Sleep, boy."

"Ok."

Little Peter waved at Xuan Lan.

After Xuan Lan left, he placed his cold glasses on the pillow.

He looked at the lens of the glasses as if he saw another world from that lens.

His uncle is there.

Like falling asleep, lying in a piece of dark red water.

"Uncle..."

Peter called softly.

The next moment, drowsiness struck, the child blinked and fell asleep.

The lights dimmed.

On Icarus' lens, a ray of light dissipated, and calm was quickly restored, as if nothing had happened.

This night, it was very quiet.

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"Uncle..."

The sound of 缥缈's call passed into Merlin's ears, just like the sleeping person was woken up.

He opened his eyes.

The trembling light swayed at the end of the line of sight, just like the setting sun in the sky, but the sunset was a bit too active.

There was some chaos in Merlin's mind.

It's like sleeping for a long time, and I'm awake when I sleep.

He could feel like he was lying in the water, the cold liquid entangled outside his body, making him feel a little cold.

Well, this may be a sequelae of soul cutting...

After all, in his view, the Horcrux is full of shortcomings, and if it is not really impossible, he will not choose to do so.

The buzzing sound echoed in my mind, like a needle, piercing his soul, and the scenes and shadows in front of him were like ghosting.

Ambiguous.

He could only see a beating light spread out in front of his eyes, like a dragon composed of light.

Leaping forward toward him again, as if something fell from the sky.

Merlin held out his hand, his body seemed to be rusted, and even the movement of raising his hand became quite difficult.

In the cold water, he rubbed his eyes and tried to make his vision clearer.

The shining light in front of me became clear, and those blurred lights soon became real.

He saw it.

It is not the setting sun that shakes in the sky.

It was hazy, like the sky of Yongbu haze.

In those heavy black clouds, there is pale light shining, like the cold sun radiating cold light.

And between the staggered and torn clouds, flames were falling from the sky.

Like a meteorite, like a scorching fire rain.

A flame quickly fell from the sky, and it fell towards the place where Merlin was, bringing a sharp and unknown roar.

It's like a strange bird plopping from the sky, hissing to smash Merlin's head.

The sky fire fell closer and closer.

The scorching light hit Merlin's face, making his wet hair feel the suffocation of baking.

"Uh"

A light curtain jumped out of Merlin's pinched fingers, allowing the space in front of him to spin as quickly as he was stripped.

Then it swelled outward and pulled, just like an invisible curtain covering Merlin.

"boom"

The falling sky fire hit the invisible shield, but it fell into the sea like a mud cow, without a trace of waves.

Although the momentum it fell was really terrifying.

But for a great wizard, this kind of skyfire just looks terrible.

Merlin was still lying in the icy pool, he was adjusting the magic in his body to allow his body to move again.

He is like a frozen dead body. Even if he has regenerated vitality, it takes time to wake up from that frozen perception.

His consciousness became clear in the sky fire that kept falling.

He inspected his body.

The power seeds of Sannomiya are gone.

Through the projection of the abyss extended by the symbiote, it is gone.

The crimson ruler is gone through the power infused by the crimson ruby.

The power of fear given by Serpent Kur is gone.

Empty.

But it seemed so clean.

Merlin felt like he had never been so relaxed...

He looked at the hazy sky dotted with skyfire, and he could no longer feel the gaze from the stars.

He is free...

All plans finally become reality at this moment.

He is free.

The best is magic...

The magic that lives on is still there.

The pure magical power derived from the contract of the ancient three demons seems to return a part, but the problem is not big.

The rest, coupled with the magical power of Merlin's own body, is completely enough for him to maintain his current state.

After all, the three magic weapons are different from other forces.

Their contract is time-sensitive. In 100 years, it will not die because of the dissipation of Merlin's body...

As long as the soul remains, the contract can be maintained.

After nearly ten minutes, Merlin, who was lying there like a paralyzed man, finally stood up with difficulty.

His movements were slow, like aging, he stood up naked, and then looked back at the waterhole where he was...

Where is there any water...he only saw a bright red.

"blood..."

Merlin shook his head.

It was a pool of blood, and in that pool of water like water, he could see his face.

It's still the same face as before, but it is extremely pale, just like a vampire who has been exposed to the sun.

His skin has a kind of unhealthy gray, like a sickness.

There is another kind of indescribable...

Thin and light.

It is like an illusion of unreal smoke, which will dissipate when blown by the wind.

"Broken, torn from his body, like a ghost, but not as good as the worst ghost..."

Merlin whispered.

It was a description in the book of making Horcrux, from the last crazy wizard who made the Horcrux.

Mr. Voldemort.

The Death Eater, who had already died.

His failure that year came from Merlin.

Now, nearly ten years later, Merlin has followed his footsteps.

"If you are still there, you will definitely laugh at me..."

Merlin looked at his reflection in the blood, he touched his cheek, and then tried to use his dark mist to make a cover for himself.

But it was not until he raised his hand that he realized that after losing the power seed of Sannomiya, he could no longer be transformed into Black Mist.

"Laugh, though laugh."

He tapped his fingers, and the dark magic slipped from his fingertips, like dreamy quicksand covering his body.

At the next moment, a black robe appeared on him.

Made entirely of magic, no weight is felt, and there is no difference between walking and being naked.

And he still has to send out magic power to maintain the existence of this magic robe.

He looked back.

The eyes are all scorched earth, black, scorched earth covered with foul water pools and weathered bones.

The red sky fire fell from the sky, hitting the expansive ground like fire and rain, splashing unknown smoke and dust, and being blown up in the wind like a howling ghost.

Smoke and dust swayed like a tornado, making it look like a desert in the sunset.

But even the most barren desert has life, but it doesn't.

Nothing at all...

Merlin moved slowly forward, in front of him, a dark cliff. He stood by the cliff and looked away.

At the end of Merlin's line of sight, a volcanic eruption was tumbling with black smoke, and the magma shining in the smoke was washed into the sky, and then smashed into the ground with flames in the cooling.

It was an endless mountain range, like a giant beast lying on the ground, blocking Merlin's vision.

He also saw the river.

A black river winds between the cliff and the mountains in the distance, just like a river that cannot be seen or seen.

"Styx."

Merlin looked at the shape of the river before him, and he knew where he was almost immediately.

"I knew that I would never be able to go to heaven."

On this deep black cliff, he said a word.

He stood on the cliff of scorched earth in hell, looking at the scorched earth plain in the distance, there seemed to be some buildings...

But it may also be Merlin dazzled.

He recovered from **** with a broken soul, which was slightly different from his original plan, but it was not a problem.

He has got rid of all restraints and got out with a fake death.

Just like the actor who finished the final stage on stage, he deceived the audience with his superb acting skills, deceived his companions, and even deceived himself.

"Decent exit, I don't need it!"

Merlin raised his hand, and in the whistling sound of magic long hair shaking on his body, he clenched his fingers in front of him, he said:

"I'm already at the gaming table, and it's time for me to deal cards, huh..."

"I will ask you if you are ready, big people."

"Wow, wow"

Behind Merlin, on the scorched earth where the fire fell that day, among the splashing dust, one after another twisted evil spirits appeared from the hiding place.

These guys born in **** smelled the smell of fresh dead meat.

The flesh that makes people's lips and teeth fragrant.

Those distorted shadows came out of the shadows, and between the silence, they would stand on the edge of the cliff from all sides, spread their hands, as if surrounded by Merlin who embraced freedom.

"This is hell..."

Merlin recites some weird poems like a poet.

He turned around and looked at the monsters with salivation and intertwined teeth, which made people numb with a glance.

His fingers were raised forward.

A black aperture burst in front of his fingers.

"A beautiful dream will never come true here, only a nightmare."

Merlin's voice became softer and softer, the black star of the cross starlight appeared in the aperture, spreading, and the magic boiling.

Those predatory ugly creatures felt threatened.

They hissed and retreated.

They realized that there was no food in front of them.

Not...

"boom"

The icy, sharp beam of light spewed out of the weird rune, and in Merlin's cheerful laughter, the light shone across the scorched wasteland like a cold sickle.

The evil spirits were ignited, they wailed and fled, but they turned into falling ashes in the burning of black fire.

In the dusty ashes, Merlin in robes spread his arms.

He closed his eyes and raised his head. Behind him, the distant volcano erupted again. In the low roar, Merlin said softly.

"I reached out to my nightmare..."

"Hugged it without reservation..."

"So, all, all happiness..."

"All followed."

He just stood there, letting the ashes fall onto his body, and Merlin turned back in the scorching halo of the volcanic eruption.

He looked at the erupting flame, and there was flame burning in his eyes.

When the dying light roared in the fragmented and scattered black cliffs, he seemed to see the most beautiful scenery in the world.

"I'm already in hell..."

He stretched out his fingers as if to touch the arc in the distance, he said:

"What a beautiful **** of death..."

"That's the new world,"

"I'm coming..."

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