Shadow trail of the beautiful world

Chapter 22 21. Fate?

"Swish"

The sharp blade touched Merlin's neck.

That is not an ordinary sharp blade. On the surface of the sharp blade, light like water waves is flowing, which makes the knife sharper.

Merlin could feel that as long as the underwater man in front of him moved his wrist, his neck would be completely cut open.And judging from the beating light in the other hand of the sea man, even if he turned into black mist, the sea man would still have a way to kill him here.

But the more this happened, the more certain Merlin's guess about Queen Atlanta's fate became.

Arthur's mother, Tom's lover, really died in the depths of the sea...

What they are waiting for is just a hope that will never come.

"You! How did you know that!"

The green eyes of the black-haired seaman gleamed with undisguised killing intent. He looked at Merlin and asked sharply:

"Who told you that?"

Merlin should be terrified.

After all, my life is in the hands of others.

But he didn't.

I don't know whether it was the result of the dark magic power transformation, or the fact that he thoroughly recognized the devil's contract, which inspired Merlin's stubbornness.In short, at this moment, he was very calm, as if ignoring the torrent blade on his neck.

He looked at the sea man in front of him and said in a low voice:

"You told me."

He pointed to his eyes.

"These eyes can see the subtleties. This is probably the best thing this cursed contract gave me. You are indeed very powerful. I can't see your soul, but you are still life, and you are still alive. Emotional... Just now, when you mentioned Queen Atlanna, the sadness in your eyes cannot be fooled."

"Others can't see it, but they can't hide it from me. I'm actually guessing, but your aggressive behavior has verified my guess."

Merlin took a deep breath. He raised his hands and looked at the man in the sea. He said:

"I don't want to cause trouble, and I don't want Arthur to lose his last hope. I know, you can kill me with your hands. I'm weak, that's right. But the demon said, my soul is strange, he said , My life is destined to be a legend... Instead of killing me here, it is better to give me a chance."

"It is very difficult to guard the secret alone, my friend under the sea, maybe, you should find a helper for yourself."

The seaman in front of him loosened his grip on the knife, but there was still only a hint of contempt in his eyes.

He looked at Merlin, and he said:

"Is it up to you? Atlantis can easily kill you by sending any warrior. You said you would become a legend, but sorry, I can't see it now."

"Then let's talk about this issue from a different angle."

Merlin tilted his head and kept his neck away from the cold sharp blade. The thoughts in his mind were running wildly, and another breakthrough formed in his mind. He looked at the sea man and said:

"Let me guess, you have been emphasizing how noble Arthur is, the prince of Atlantis. But based on my shallow historical knowledge, I don't know which civilization would let its prince stay away from the country , grew up under the cultivation of ordinary people, so, may I think... It's not that you don't want Arthur to go back, but you can't let Arthur go back?"

"Is there any reason preventing you from taking your prince back to Atlantis, because he will be in danger if he goes back."

"If Atlantis is really as powerful as you say, what danger could endanger a noble prince?"

Merlin narrowed his eyes, and a smile appeared on his face. He stretched out his finger, pressed it carefully on the flowing water blade, and pushed the blade outward. He said:

"Your king has every reason to dislike him, because he is not his own son..."

"But a country cannot be without inheritance, especially a feudal kingdom like yours. Your king doesn't seem to worry about not having an heir, that is to say, the king, at least has another son. And that, by your country's Everyone knows that he should be Arthur's younger brother and the king of Atlantis' destiny, right?"

"Swish"

The knife in the man's hand was sheathed, and he stared at Merlin. After a while, he spit out a name:

"Aum, the real prince. You are right, land people, what a wonderful reasoning... Your wisdom may be worth living. But wisdom alone is not enough, you need reason."

"That's right, Atlanta was thrown into the hell of the Trench tribe by the tyrant Ovax after she gave birth to Orm. She is my best friend! I watched her go into hell, She asked me to protect Arthur before she died...so here I am."

The pain in the eyes of the undersea man was undisguised.

And Merlin guessed that this person's feelings for Queen Atlanta should not be pure friendship.

Perhaps, there was still a trace of love wrapped in it, but he rationally did not reveal this secret.

"You can live on and take this secret with you."

The man under the sea looked at Merlin, he thought for a moment, then shook his head:

"But about your invitation, I'm sorry...you are too weak, I can't pin Arthur's safety on you, let's talk about it after you are strong enough. As for your bad luck, I can help you, but I Not sure either."

The man under the sea said to Merlin calmly:

"Atlanteans are good at water magic. The environment we live in made us abandon the use of other magic a long time ago, and everything related to demons is related to the disgusting black magic. I can only Help you purify the dissipated dark magic in your body, as for how to completely eliminate or assimilate them, you have to find another way."

"Your human magic inheritance has not been cut off, go find human wizards, they may have some solutions."

"that's enough!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Merlin's eyes.

He didn't expect that things would go so smoothly.He has never greedily wanted to solve all the problems at once. The coercion of the Three Palace Demon still affects Merlin. The violent power that can destroy everything cannot be eliminated by just anyone.

The Phantom Stranger also clearly said that the Sangong is the most powerful group of all demons, and to deal with the power it left behind, Merlin may need to spend his entire life looking for a way.

But as long as this headache-ridden misfortune can be resolved, Merlin can really embark on the road of finding hope. This is just the starting point, but it is the most important link.

"what should I do?"

Merlin looked at the sun and the beach around him. Because of the sun, his skin even showed signs of burns. He looked at the people on the seabed, and he asked:

"Do you need to prepare anything?"

"No need! Just stand here and don't move! I want to see if your soul is still intact."

The ten fingers of the man under the sea were moving, and streams of water visible to the naked eye beat in his palm.

He said to Merlin seriously:

"You'd better pray that your soul is still intact. This is a very important prerequisite. Once the demonic power starts to seep into your soul, even the most powerful magician in Nierou Kingdom will not be able to purify you."

"What does that mean? If the soul breaks?"

Merlin asked.

The seaman pointed his finger on Merlin's forehead, and he replied softly:

"That means, you will transform from a human identity to a demon, and when the demon power completely assimilates you, the human you will disappear. A half-devil will also be born because of this, that is the most sad...etc Wait! Your soul...why is it so weird?"

The man under the sea, who has always been very calm, looked very surprised at this moment. He lowered his finger and looked at Merlin as if looking at a monster. After a few minutes, he said:

"Do you know that your soul is double-layered?"

"what?"

Rao Meilin had already experienced so many things, and after hearing what the people on the bottom of the sea said, he was also in a daze.

Double soul, what's going on?

"It's like a dragon fruit."

The man at the bottom of the sea used things he was familiar with, but Merlin had never heard of, as examples, and explained:

"One layer is the shell, and the other layer is the nut. The two layers are not connected to each other, but the two souls are you, sharing memories and emotions. The devil's contract did tear your soul, but what was torn was only The outer one."

"It is precisely because the shell of the soul is torn apart that the soul inside can truly wake up... No wonder the magic power on your body reacts so strangely."

The Seaman said to Merlin:

"That devil's contract has two results on you: establishment and failure at the same time, which puts you in an indescribable state."

"The power of the devil stays in your soul, but it's limited to the contract, but it can't hurt you. It even takes the initiative to protect you... because the contract has actually been established. It protects you, it protects its own host."

"Then what happened to my bad luck?"

The magic terms spoken by the people on the sea floor made Merlin feel dizzy. He looked at the people on the bottom of the sea and asked straight to the point:

"If that power wants to protect me, why do I still emit black smoke from my body? Also, I have never asked an important question, that is, what is your name? I can't always call you the people of the sea Right? Don’t always call me a land person, it sounds weird, my name is Merlin! Merlin Riley.”

"Well, my name is Vico. The head of the royal family of Atlantis, as well as Queen Atlanna's personal counselor and her best friend."

The seaman put his hand on his chest and made a strange gesture. He explained to Merlin:

"The black smoke you mentioned is not the manifestation of bad luck."

"Merlin, your knowledge of magic is too shallow. The power of bad luck cannot be observed. There have been too many magicians throughout the ages trying to master the power of bad luck and luck, but none of them succeeded. That is not the power we should covet. .”

"As for the black smoke you see, it's just the trail caused by the loss of dark magic power in your body... Even what you think is bad luck, it's not bad luck itself."

Vico said to Merlin with a simple description:

"For example, if you accidentally fall, it may be that the dark magic power distorting your vision is distorted by the escaping magic power in your body, or it is simply that the corrosive magic power has destroyed the ground. The same is true for you being knocked down by falling stones , magic is mysterious, especially the uncontrolled flow of energy, which often manifests itself in misunderstood forms."

"You are not plagued by bad luck. Of course, your own luck is definitely not very good. People who encounter demons are far from lucky."

"You are a source of black magic power. The bad luck you said destroys everything around you, but that is actually the erosion of the surrounding things by dark magic power."

"Is that right?"

Merlin nodded knowingly, but another question came to his mind. He said to Vico:

"What about the boundary between 2 hours and 6 hours? Why is the time so accurate?"

"Because your inner soul is merging the torn soul fragments from the outside!"

Vico narrowed his eyes and said to Merlin:

"Imagine a weak, nascent soul, feeding on soul fragments mixed with dark magic. This process does not happen all the time. It is tied to your physical activities. Only you are at your most relaxed state. When in a posture, the speed of soul devouring will be accelerated."

"And every soul fragment is devoured, and the dark magic power in it will explode outward, forming what you call a catastrophe... And this time is exactly 2-6 hours."

"Do you understand what I mean? As long as you keep moving, the soul will not devour, but as long as you stop, the soul will start to grow itself spontaneously. It will take most of the dark magic in your torn soul Excluded, but it will also make your newborn soul irrepressible into the darkness..."

Vico frowned. It was also the first time he encountered such a special situation as Merlin, so he could only make a perfect guess as much as possible.

"Whether this process is good or bad is hard to say, but it has to be done...otherwise your soul cannot be truly whole."

"Then what should I do?"

Merlin asked again:

"You mean, as long as the two layers of souls are fused, this kind of disaster entangled in bad luck will be completely eliminated, right?"

"not only."

Vico nodded, and he said to Merlin in a complicated tone:

"Once the fusion is completed, your soul will reach twice the strength of ordinary land people. In terms of soul capacity alone, it can even be directly comparable to some powerful magicians of the ascetic sect, and this is just the beginning. According to the standards of land people Look, you are still young, and as you grow older, your soul will grow further..."

"The growth of the soul means the steady improvement of mental power, which means that the magic power that can be accommodated in your body will increase exponentially. The huge capacity of the soul means that you can perform many precise operations that magicians cannot complete. I don't know. How did such a soul form come into being, but there is no doubt that the demon helped you."

The man under the sea made a tapping motion, and said:

"It smashed the shell, allowing your soul to embark on the road to growth in advance, and left pure dark magic power in your body, just like a gift, as long as you find the right way to open this magic power treasure."

"Are you sure, this is something you encountered by accident?"

Vico asked in a puzzled tone:

"No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a coincidence...it seems to be arranged in advance."

Vico's doubts made the intermittent line in Merlin's heart completely completed at this moment.

The Sangongmo, the Phantom Stranger, even the bell that suddenly appeared in Chicago, and even Vico in front of him, all of this... so sudden, and so coincidental.

Merlin raised his head subconsciously, looking at the sky above his head, there was nothing there, but at this moment, Merlin felt a kind of creepiness, as if... there seemed to be eyes watching him, and hands pushing him.

It's all connected...but in the worst possible way

That is...

Destiny?

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At the same time, in another place, the bigwigs who watched it all were whispering.

"Yo, look, he's got a hint of fur, and he's trying to see us. What a nasty fellow."

"But he still can't see the overall situation, and he can't change the path in front of him. The power of the dice of fate is superimposed. With so many factors and so many forces, he can only fall into it in the end, and can no longer escape."

"But speaking of it, the 'demon' thrown by the Overlord has almost been cracked by the 'lucky' thrown by the god of death. The first round of the confrontation is coming to an end, and I still hope to see the result...he What kind of road will it take?"

"Don't worry, this is just the beginning. If you look at the records of the Oneiroi, there is not even one-twentieth of it. Just read it quietly."

"Hehe, all roads will eventually lead to darkness... I have seen through the result, I have already..."

"Shut up and watch the show with peace of mind! Restless Barbatos, if you play tricks again, be careful that we will unite and beat you again!"

Uh, the daily life of the bosses is really colorful.

(End of this chapter)