Shadow of the Beautiful World

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Liana walks in the maze of the Asgard Hades.

This Hades without the presidency of the Grim Reaper has long been ruined.

But this strange labyrinth still exists, and I don't know the principle.

But if you want to go backwards from the Hades to Nifalheim in the Nine Kingdoms, you have to go through this maze.

Even a reserve **** lord like Liana is no exception.

This land has its own rules.

Of course she can fly over.

But I was doing sneaky things, and it seemed not so good to fly through Hades so violently.

More importantly, it is not empty in this haunted house that has been abandoned for an unknown period of time.

At least Liana knew that there were some weird things lurking deep in Asgard’s Hades.

It is like an angel with wings, but it is extremely brutal and belligerent.

With today's **** border, Liana doesn't want to provoke them.

The border queen sneaked along the labyrinth all the way to the exit of the other side.

After walking out of the maze, you can see a high cliff.

Above the cliff is the Nifolheim, the country of fog among the nine kingdoms.

In fact, this underworld itself is part of Nifurheim.

"Just throw it away, right?"

Ten minutes later, Liana reached under the cliff.

She glanced upwards, the cliff in front of her almost soared into the clouds, and it was impossible for ordinary creatures to climb up.

"Hey!"

Liana made a throwing gesture.

The mist crystal broke through the speed of sound at the moment of the shot.

It burst out of a small sonic cloud at the fingertips of the border queen, and then screamed and rushed up the cliff.

In Liana's gaze, the crystal jumped on the edge of the cliff, and then fell into the ice-frozen mist of Niffelheim.

Although it was just thrown to the edge of the world, it was considered to be in that world anyway.

Best of all, it’s not a living thing, and it doesn’t have much power.

When it is not activated, it is no different from a normal stone.

Even if he could see Heimdall in the Nine Realms, he wouldn't care that this little stone-like thing jumped into the territory of the Nine Kingdoms.

Then again.

If Heimdall cares about these trivial things every day, then the goalkeeper is estimated to be really exhausted.

"Get it!"

Liana clapped her hands and then quickly disappeared into the maze behind her.

She almost got into trouble last time because of the interception of Asgard's soul.

If this time is not because of Zatanna's special status, and this matter has something to do with Merlin, she will definitely not take the risk to help.

On the other side, in the dream world.

Zatana has shoveled all the gardens in front of the castle.

On the bare ground, there is a very large magic circle painted with bright red, like blood.

It is covered with indescribable, twisted runes carved into the ground, which can be dazzling at a glance.

Although it looks complicated, its effect is actually very simple.

It is a dream gate ritual that combines reality and dream.

In the ancient Celtic civilization, there is an ancient sect called the Druid.

They admire the power of nature, and it is said that they can also use the blessing of the beast spirit to transform and fight.

And among the ancient Druids, there is knowledge that blends dreams.

In fact, it is said that these secret druids were the first to recognize the existence of spirits.

The ceremony that Zatana was preparing was born from the inheritance of ancient Druids.

Her idea is simple.

Instead of waiting until the nightmare power has accumulated to its limit, it will explode once and completely destroy your dream world, and then use your consciousness as a springboard to invade the earth.

It is better to put the nightmare power into another world while it is still gathering.

Just as in the face of flooding, you can choose to build a dam to block it.

You can also choose to dig a ditch to discharge the incoming floodwater into other areas.

But seriously, it's a bit ethical.

Zatana did this by transferring her troubles to the Asgard people who lived in Nilfheim.

She wants to let those people use their dreams to carry the power of nightmares, so as to reduce the pressure on Zatana's side.

But besides this method, Miss Magician really can't think of any other way.

More importantly, Odin killed Merlin...

Although Zatana accepted the reality calmly, she also felt angry.

Having a relationship with a stranger will have feelings for a few years, let alone between her and Merlin...

After so many intimate contacts, the relationship between the two is no longer a pure friend.

"Ok?"

Carrying something like a chisel, Miss Magician who repaired the magic circle at the end suddenly gave a shock.

She could feel that the misty gem she had given to the border queen fell into a cold and bitter place.

A light flashed in Zatana's eyes.

If she guessed right, the crystal should have been sent to Nilfheim.

"It is worthy of Merlin's partner, and the execution is strong."

Miss Magician appreciated the sentence.

She checked the magic circle in front of her for the last time, and after confirming that there was no problem, she took a fist-sized seed from her waist pocket.

Like an oak tree species.

She walked to the center of the circle, buried the species in the ground, and took a step back.

"bass"

With the sound of a sharp blade, the long sword made entirely of magic jumped into Zatana's hand.

She looked back at the still-expanding black nightmare wall. She gritted her teeth and said:

"Okay, you disgusting thing."

"Wish you a great time in Asgard!"

She raised her sword, gestured at the light wall covered with black slime, and then stabbed it.

"puff"

When the long sword pierced the nightmare wall, the squeezed black liquid spewed out.

It was a substantive nightmare gathering, like the symbiotic viscous soft mud falling on the ground, like a black flood falling into the ground.

Zatana took a step back.

She carefully avoided the nightmares that spewed out, and she stepped back to the edge of the activated circle.

She recites the tedious and complex ironic magic, and uses her magic to carefully create a forward and continuous passage.

Those nightmares flowed out of the nightmare dimension and rolled forward, and they flowed into the nicks of the magic circle, just like blood, quickly filling those nicks.

The oak seed put into the center of the circle by Zatana is like a hungry sponge, engulfing all the black water that has poured over.

Miss Magician could even hear the sound of a giant monster swallowing water.

"Click"

A soft sound.

In Zatana's gaze, a weird, scorched black vine protruded from under the ground.

On that vine, there is a dark red spell, representing the spell of nightmare power.

That seed was bought by Zatana from the black market of the Assassin League for a large price.

It is said to be a collection from an ancient wizarding family in Europe, and it is the oak seed used in the true Druid spelling.

After being processed by natural magic, it can grow different postures according to the different energy absorbed.

The most common are the trees of life that are occasionally encountered in the depths of ancient forests in Europe. The pure natural energy is watered, which gives them excellent healing and extension capabilities.

It is said that the tree of life that has lived for thousands of years will even transform life forms into an ancient tree of life that can move around.

But that's just a legend. At least Zatana hasn't seen an ancient tree treeman who is alive and kicking.

Now, Zatana irrigates the seed with pure nightmare power.

This is probably the behavior of the unprecedented and the uncommon.

Even if the ordinary Druids thought of this genius idea, they could hardly collect enough nightmare power.

But Zatana has enough nightmare powers in her hands, and she urgently needs to drive these nightmare powers out of her dream world.

"Gutter, Gutter"

The black liquid continuously irrigates the growing and germinating seeds.

A strange black smoke began to rise on the surface of the magic circle. Under the cover of the black smoke, Zatana could hear the sound of continuous vines piercing the ground.

It's as if a sleeping behemoth is about to be awakened.

Miss Magician also panicked in her heart.

Her "genius"-like idea is only feasible, and she doesn't know if it will be used.

She holds the old seal that summons the dream-eating spirit body. As long as there is anything wrong, she will give up the dream world decisively.

But the situation seems okay...

Under Zatana's watch, the seed quickly took root and germinated, and the branches quickly swelled.

There were no leaves on the continuously extending branches, only bare, scorched black branches with red spells on those branches.

They extend continuously around like snakes, and do not rise as much as real oak. On the contrary, they are like low shrubs.

After growing to more than 2 meters high, it began to develop laterally.

The most important thing is that the thick trunks of the ten people are cracking apart.

"Its carrying capacity has reached its limit..."

Zatana looked back at the nightmare wall behind him. The aggressive pressure that had previously disappeared with the halo of the wall disappeared, and the expanding wall was also retracted.

But this is not enough...

The bearing capacity of this seed is always limited.

"boom"

Miss Magician gritted her teeth and walked into the circle. She waved the long sword in her hand and cut an activated branch from the tree trunk and pinched it in her hand, just like holding a constantly moving snake.

"It's time for stud."

She squeezed her fingers, activating the dream gate formation rooted by this "nightmare tree".

In the distant Nifurheim, the misty crystal thrown into the frozen mist by Liana was also opened.

"Uh"

A door that communicates the dream and the real world shines in front of Zatana, like a haunting aperture.

She glanced back at the substantive nightmare that was still erupting, and then stepped into the aperture, and the next moment, she appeared on the ground in Nievolheim.

Of course, not in the real world, but in the dimension of dreams.

Every world has its own dimension of dreams, as does Nifurheim.

Zatana didn't dare to delay, she crouched down quickly, and planted the cut branches in this mysterious dream world.

Because of the connection to the door of the dream, this branch still has a touch with the nightmare tree itself.

When the branch was planted into another dream, in Zatana's dream world, the nightmare tree that was already overwhelmed immediately poured the overflowing nightmare power into this separate branch.

"Wow"

It also took root in the ground like the growth of the nightmare tree before, and began to grow rapidly.

"Yay!"

The moment Zatanna saw the branch under her feet begin to grow, she jumped in excitement.

In the long hair flying, she compared a big YES gesture.

"It's done!"

Substantial nightmares from the nightmare wall are continuously drawn, and then poured into the second nightmare tree through the door of the dream.

It is equivalent to Zatana building a passage to the dream world of Nifurheim in her dream world.

Before this passage collapses, those forces from the nightmare dimension will no longer destroy her small world.

Miss Magician was relieved greatly.

She glanced at this dream, and she moved her arm.

This can be easy for a while.

Behind Miss Magician, the dream door that was supposed to be a pale green, has been completely changed into an unknown dark red under the influence of nightmare power.

In her dream world, the nightmare tree and the dream gate circle at the foot combined to make the halo of the dream gate bound by twisted vines, forming a mirror-like light gate.

On the issue of not considering evil or not, this thing is quite artistic.

Miss Magician whistled and turned back to her dream dimension.

She looked back, and the nightmare wall that had put a lot of pressure on her had completely returned to the level of at least 3 months ago.

It's still there.

But it is not as aggressive as before.

Through the connection of the nightmare tree, the nightmare should be able to find enough "prey" in the world of Nifurheim.

Before it gets bored there, Zatana has enough time to think about how to eliminate the nightmare.

It was a task given to her and Merlin by the Sandman, and the seven-year deadline was coming...

Now Merlin is dead, she can only try to complete it alone.

"what!"

Zatana yawned greatly. She looked at the evening sky hanging on the other side of the dream world. She said:

"I already knew that Merlin should be pushed down in this world..."

"If you can make up your mind, there won't be so much trouble now...and regret."

Miss Magician opened her arms as if embracing freedom.

She closed her eyes and let herself bathe in the evening sunlight.

In her long black hair flying, the twisted nightmare tree behind her looks strange, but the problem is not too big.

"We might have been entangled in fate..."

Zatana whispered:

"We want to come now, we are quite decent, but unfortunately we are only friends when you are still there."

"It's a shame...I realized it too late."

"Asshole... why are you so dead..."

"You still have a job here!"

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