Shadow trail of the beautiful world

Chapter 677 32. The Past of Atlantis

"boom"

Under the call of the half-demon, the terrifying hellfire exploded on the upper floor of the silver-gray building in a gesture of incinerating everything.

After getting the tip from Icarus, Merlin has been looking for an opportunity to cut off Namor's connection with the water.

Merlin was glad that he wasn't fighting Namor in the real sea. The sea was definitely the home field of this arrogant guy in front of him. Relying on Namor's ability to heal his injuries as long as he touched the water, and his ability to manipulate the sea, he would definitely be able to fight against Namor. With an extreme advantage in the sea, any opponent will be exhausted, even if Clark and Merlin go together, there will be no chance of winning.

but here...

Here is a small swimming pool.

The summoned hellfire was burning crazily. These magic flames attached to the surrounding water flow, emitting heat wantonly and violently.

In just a few seconds, the last drop of water in this space was burned away.

It got extremely dry, like being in the worst desert.

"bang"

The half-devil swung its claws, and threw Namor, who was burned by the fire of hell, like swinging a war hammer.

The severely burned King of the Seven Seas couldn't control his body at all. With the help of that huge force, he could only hit the wall of the building like a cannonball. When the wall cracked unbearably, a human-shaped depression appeared on the wall. got there.

Namor was still struggling.

He is a powerful mutant, with the most powerful blood of Atlantis flowing in his veins, which endowed him with unimaginable vitality, but at the moment he buckled himself off the wall, in the firelight During the filling, the four-eyed demon with recurved hooves also appeared in front of his eyes.

A sinister smile appeared on the demon's distorted and ugly face. He clenched his claws and hit Namor like a heavy hammer just before Namor raised his fist.

That fist was entwined with terrifying flames, the combination of brute force and hellfire undoubtedly caused Namor to suffer more pain.

"bang"

He was thrown back into the hollow in the wall.

Merlin in the half-devil form hovered in the air, punching and punching Namor, who was powerless to fight back. In the ringing bombardment, there were more and more cracks on the wall. Merlin and Namor knew very well, Just relying on this kind of attack, it is impossible to kill Namor at all.

Merlin seemed to be deliberately humiliating him, but also seemed to be torturing him.

But it's not just about venting anger, it's not like that.

Namor was mentally controlled by some kind of force, and he needed a spiritual "exorcism", or consciousness calibration.

There are two ways to calibrate consciousness. For wizards, spiritual control can be eliminated through spiritual magic such as the Instigmatism Curse, but the same effect can also be achieved through physical methods.

In layman's terms, beat him hard, use physical pain to expel the bondage of the spirit, swing your fists or weapons frantically, and beat the person under control until the spirit of the controlled person is completely restored.

Merlin called this method "physical exorcism".

"bang"

The semi-devil's heavy punch landed on Namor who was almost unconscious again. The force brought by this punch completely destroyed the structure of the wall of the building, shattering the wall as a whole, and the dense spider webs burst open. Throw Namor into the ground further below, along with the stones.

"Enough, almost. If the fight continues, he may really die."

Icarus's consciousness has also returned to the frame. In the pool that has been dried out behind Merlin, Gross, the great white shark, has fallen into a near-death state.

It is a magical creature, but it is also an aquatic creature. Without access to water, it has been able to persist under the beating of the fort until now, which has proved the strength of this great white shark.

Merlin suspects that Namor's pet should have reached the ceiling of a magical creature. If it can go one step further and break through the shackles of life, it is likely to become an existence similar to the indigenous gods of primitive tribes.

Well, wizards generally call this kind of creature out of the ordinary level a loa...the god of faith.

"boom"

Merlin in half-devil form landed on the ground covered with bricks and stones, and he returned to his human form when the flames that engulfed him were extinguished.

He stretched out his hand to straighten his clothes, buttoned the collar, and then severely burned his whole body. Namor, who was almost unconscious, was lifted from the pile of rubble. He stretched out his hand to push away Namor's eyelids. The light has returned to normal, which means that his spiritual shackles have been completely untied.

Merlin pushed his glasses, took a photo of Namor with a bruised nose, and sent it to Lingdie's phone. A few seconds later, Lingdie sent back a message.

"Love you~ Kiss (expression)."

There is also a very personal photo of this female mercenary, um, the kind that can make people bleed wildly, it seems to be a reward for the little man.

Icarus replied for Merlin:

"It's late at night, go to bed early. Smiley face (expression)."

"With all due respect, Merlin."

After replying, Icarus was silent for a few seconds, and then deleted the very tempting photo sent by Psychic Butterfly. She said to Merlin in a earnest tone:

"If you really don't want to cause love debts again, then you'd better handle your relationship with Ms. Lingdie...Although you haven't contacted many times, from the perspective of a bystander, I feel that the relationship between the two of you The relationship between you and me is really abnormal, and I occasionally feel that your relationship with Ms. Lingdie is even closer than your relationship with Ms. Carroll."

"Of course, there's no physical intimacy between the two of you, but...if this continues, it's only a matter of time before you get a third debt."

"It's different, Icarus."

Merlin replied:

"The relationship between me and Elizabeth is different, it's hard for me to describe it, but I can tell you, it's not love."

While talking to Icarus, he dragged Namor, who was seriously injured and naked, back to the unrecognizable swimming pool. This guy was only wearing a pair of swimming trunks. The ominous swimming trunks have been burned.

So now Namor was naked, with Namor's obscenity rubbing against the ground as Merlin dragged him.

Tsk tsk, it's really miserable.

Merlin threw Namor next to the dying shark Gross, then drew out his wand and cast several water calling spells towards the pool.

The clear spring shaped by magic quickly gathered a half-meter-high water flow in the swimming pool. This amount of water was not enough to submerge the great white shark Gross, but after this magical creature came into contact with the water flow, it recovered quickly just like its owner. with injuries.

As long as it has water, it can live, no matter how much water there is.

Merlin sat by the pool and watched Namor's body recover quickly. He didn't come here to kill this guy. He had no grievances with Namor. After Mo's mental bondage, he still has some things to ask the King of the Seven Seas.

"It seems that he won't be able to recover immediately when he comes into contact with water."

Merlin calculated the speed at which Namor's wounds would heal, and he said to Icarus:

"If it's a serious injury, he needs time to recover, but even that is difficult enough."

"Yes."

A complicated formula appeared on Icarus' lens, and she seemed to be performing some kind of calculation. She said to Merlin:

"If the battlefield is in the sea, then your chances of defeating Namor will be reduced to less than 30%. After all, you can't summon the fire of hell to evaporate an ocean, but he can maintain the rapid recovery of injuries and energy almost infinitely. .And judging from the relationship between Namor and Gross, the king of the sea may have the ability to call on marine life to help him."

"What you have to face is not just Namor alone, but also his endless legion."

Merlin nodded, and said softly:

"I now believe that Namor is the royal family of Atlantis, because he has the same ability as Arthur, Arthur can also call sea creatures, and Arthur's mother is the queen of Atlantis, the child His ability comes from his mother, but I'm curious, who does Namor's ability come from? What is his relationship with Arthur? Is it a brother? Or an uncle?"

"He's about to wake up, you can ask him yourself."

Icarus said something, and a few seconds later, Namor, who was completely submerged in the water, opened his eyes.

He suddenly jumped up from the water, clenched his fists, and looked at Merlin. Obviously, he still remembered the fight just now, but Merlin had no hostility anymore. He sat by the pool, dangling his legs, and put a black suit Throwing his suit to Namor, he said to the strange-looking King of the Seven Seas:

"I'm sorry to burn your swimming trunks, but I have clothes for you, and, as a man, you have a lot of money."

Namor didn't know how to respond to this "compliment", so he chose not to.

He turned his back and swiftly changed into the clothes Merlin threw. After returning to normal, Namor's disgusting arrogance seemed to have disappeared, and he even became a little withdrawn.

He reached out and patted the pet resting in the water, then turned around and said to Merlin:

"Although you beat me hard, but... thank you."

"Well, it makes sense."

Merlin nodded, and he said to Namor:

"I beat you because you hurt my friend, we have nothing against each other. Also, I know Tritan..."

"Tritan?"

Hearing the name, Namor looked up, a gleam in his dark eyes, and he said:

"How is the alien Neptune doing recently? He has been away for so long, and he has hardly written to me."

"Should be having a bad time."

Merlin shrugged, and he said frankly:

"The aliens have encountered a lot of things recently, and they wrote letters? Brother Namor, your friend is far away on the moon. I don't think there is a postman who can deliver a letter from the moon to you. There is no relationship between you. Leave a call or something?"

"Phone? Those gadgets made by humans?"

Namor shook his head:

"No, I don't like that stuff. When I was a kid, we all wrote letters to communicate."

"Oh, it looks like you've lived a long time."

Merlin blinked and said:

"I guess, you are at least 60 years old this year?"

"I was born in 1921 years."

Namor didn't hide this either. He jumped up and landed beside Merlin, looking at the devastated land around him, he said:

"I had a hard time growing up. Everyone called me a freak. I didn't have many friends, so I wasn't very good at talking or communicating with others. If I hurt your friend, please tell her for me. Sorry, that was not my intention."

"1921, tsk tsk, another old man."

Merlin patted the ground beside him, motioning for Namor to sit beside him. Namor did not refuse the kindness, he sat there, and as a result, he drank the magic spring water that Merlin handed over, and said to Merlin:

"What time is it now?"

Merlin took out his pocket watch and looked at it, and said to the depressed Namor:

"It's 1:21 a.m., but I know you didn't mean that, so today is May 2005, 5."

"what..."

Namor stretched out his hand and rubbed his forehead, he said:

"In other words, I was controlled for a full year and seven months, my God."

"The last time I heard Tritan say that you were going to sail around the world, it was almost two years ago. In other words, you were controlled when you started traveling?"

Merlin asked in a low voice:

"Remember who controlled you?"

"A lunatic."

Namor gritted his teeth and said:

"A weird mutant wearing a dark red robe with a diamond-shaped mark on his forehead. He is very powerful, but he has even more powerful ability to manipulate people's hearts. Do you know? When I was controlled, I was very sober, and I even felt that I was not controlled at all. . . . it was a weird feeling, like some of your emotions were being magnified and others were being suppressed.”

"Well, I can probably understand."

Merlin says:

"Very clever mind control, making the controlled person think he is free and sober, making you feel that everything you do is what you want to do from the bottom of your heart, constantly magnifying the dark side and desires in your heart, even spawn a new personality."

He looked at Namor, and he said:

"I advise you to find a reliable psychiatrist after you leave. If you can't find one, I happen to have a friend who is very good at this. Also, do you know the name of the guy who controls you? name?"

"No, I do not know."

Namor said:

"I only know he has a nickname, he usually calls himself 'Mr. Sinister (Mr. Omen)'."

"Do you refer to yourself in the third person?"

Merlin rubbed his chin:

"Well, it really looks like a lunatic's consistent performance. Do you know what Mister Omen wants to do by collecting X gene fragments and constantly cultivating new mutants?"

"No, I don't know."

Namor shook his head. He looked at his hands and said with a painful expression:

"All I know is that I hurt a lot of people and trained those kids and turned them into weapons...I made a big mistake. Come with me!"

Namor stood up and said to Merlin:

"Fortunately, I can still redeem my sins. I know where he put those plundered gene fragments."

"Ok."

Merlin followed Namor into the quiet building behind him. He followed behind Namor. After a few seconds, Merlin said:

"If you don't mind, can you tell me about Atlantis? And your parents."

"I'm very interested in that place and your story. Just take this as my reward for 'exorcism' for you."

(End of this chapter)