Shadow trail of the beautiful world

Chapter 919 17. Pressure [4740]

"I won!"

At the end of the shining stars, he saw Merlin stabbing the sharp knife into Pierce's chest.

Tyrion, the god of death who had always been calm, couldn't help but patted the gambling table.

The blindfolded high elf death knight stood up, a smile flashing across his indifferent face.

He said to the bully on the other side of the table:

"It's a pity, but Merlin finally chose to destroy..."

"He killed Pierce with his own hands, Hydra is over, he destroyed the Insight Project, he killed Fake Fury, and S.H.I.E.L.D. is over."

"The old order no longer exists, and the new order is about to open, and it will be controlled by Merlin!"

"I won!"

"win?"

Overlord sneered, pointed at the projection, and said in a low voice:

"Lord Tyrion, is your only remaining eye also blind?"

With the beating of Overlord's fingers, the projection was rapidly enlarged.

In the corner where the projection was not noticed, those SHIELD agents who were awakened by Dr. Reed's psychic interference device were hurriedly evacuating the Trident Building.

"An organization is made up of people."

Seber Hawk said softly:

"He didn't choose to kill all the brainwashed S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. If you weren't taking a nap just now, you should have seen it."

"Merlin didn't disband SDOLD, he sent the department he established to Raccoon City."

"He hasn't given up on maintaining the order of the world yet, Lord Tyrion, are you a little too excited?"

"indeed."

As the gambler, the elder of the universe, Gao Tianzun, also said:

"Just because Merlin killed Pierce doesn't mean that Merlin has made up his mind to destroy the old order, and what the Overlord said makes sense."

"The Nick Fury he killed was a fake, and he chose to let those S.H.I.E.L.D. agents go."

"He didn't choose to destroy that organization, so your victory conditions have not been met at this point."

"boom"

Death hit the gaming table with a fist, and his whole body exuded a cold breath. He looked at the Overlord and the Elder Universe, and said:

"I suspect you are playing me! Doesn't this count?"

"Should Merlin rush into the stars, bring True Fury back to Earth, and chop off his head in front of the heroes?"

Overlord and Elder Universe looked at each other.

The next moment, the two nodded in unison.

"Yes, that's it."

"NM!"

Tyrion swears.

He stretched out his left hand, and a scythe of the stars splashed with cold air jumped into his hand.

Between the entanglement of black and white energy, the aura of an erupting glacier filled the stars.

A cold skull mask appeared on his face, and his voice was extremely cold at this moment.

"You don't want to play anymore, do you?"

"Snapped"

Overlord also clenched his fists, and the six-color halo rose behind him.

His fist hit the gaming table, causing the gaming table where the stars gathered to shake at this moment.

他 说:

"Are you going to flip the table?"

In the spectator seats of the gambling game, seeing the conflict between the two gambling dogs erupt, there was a burst of cheers and whistles.

Some guys who are afraid of chaos in the world have even started betting quickly.

Will they fight in custody.

And after the fight, who will win.

"calm down!"

Oneiroi, who was writing a story with a pen, came to the center of the two in a flash.

He raised his hands, stretched out to both sides, and said:

"It's not the last moment yet. You are all prominent figures in your respective universes. Pay attention to your own image. Things are still turning around."

"I have made a choice, everyone, are you still satisfied?"

As soon as Oneiroi finished speaking, Merlin's voice sounded from the projection.

Cyber, Tyrion, and the Elders of the universe suddenly turned around, and even Oneiroi himself was quite surprised.

This sentence...

Interesting.

"Does he know?"

Gao Tianzun, who was the host, looked at the frosty Tyrion in surprise, and said:

"He said he made a choice..."

"He did it on purpose!"

Death stared at the projection with one eye, and he looked at Merlin's calm face with a damn smile on the projection.

He gritted his teeth and said word by word:

"He let those S.H.I.E.L.D. agents go on purpose! He knew my victory conditions..."

"Someone leaked the secret! Someone has been secretly helping Merlin... Now it's real!"

The god of death stared at everyone in the gambling game with cold eyes, wrapping up the bystanders who had been booing, and said:

"Although we all know that this gambling game is not clean, but it's so blatant..."

"Ha ha ha ha"

The overlord's laughter sounded at this moment, and he felt a kind of gloating joy. He said to the god of death:

"Don't be so angry, Lord Tyrion..."

"What are you laughing at!"

Tyrion turned his head and stared at Saber indifferently, he said:

"He also has insight into your victory conditions, just look at his actions..."

"X-Men, Alien, Son of Hell, omnic, he didn't accept any of them, and he had no choice, and even deliberately excluded them from the incident..."

"Even the wizard involved has only been busy with some peripheral work."

"He relied on his own strength and those secret arrangements to solve the troubles in front of him."

"You lost too..."

"Losing? Are you kidding me!"

Overlord took out a cigar, summoned a flame to light the cigar, and in the rising smoke of sandalwood aroma, he squinted his eyes and said:

"I don't care what he's doing now, or if he knows the answer to the mystery ahead of time..."

"What does it matter? Your Excellency Tyrion."

"It's one thing for you to know how something is going to go, it's another thing for you to be able to prevent those moments from coming."

He looked at the projection, at Merlin who raised his head in the projection, he looked at those dark red eyes, and said:

"So what if Merlin knows? When the moment of decision comes, even if he knows the three victory conditions, he still has to make a choice..."

"Unless he intends to spend it like this forever, but the longer it takes, the harder it will be for him to make a choice."

Overlord exhaled a puff of smoke, he said:

"As you can see, he is ready now. Look at his eyes. He is already impatient. He wants to end all this today and end the grievance."

"Just like he ended Pierce, cut off the entanglement between him and us once and for all."

"Well... I'm starting to appreciate him."

"But to be honest, this guy's methods are really surprising. He has done so much quietly."

Overlord narrowed his eyes and said:

"What you said before is good. If you want to push him into a desperate situation, you really can't rely on these combined losers."

"He still needs some pressure ... real pressure, pressure to force him to make choices."

"Humph."

Tyrion sat back on the chair, he put away the starlight halberd, he looked at the overlord on the opposite side of the gambling table, and said:

"You seem to have a plan in your mind... so things have developed so far, and they are not out of your control?"

"Yes, it doesn't."

Saber took off the cigar from the corner of his mouth, flicked his fingers, and said:

"Everything developed as I expected."

"Let's hope our little Merlin isn't so naive as to think that he's killing Pierce and that's the end of it...it's just the beginning."

"What are you going to do?"

The Grim Reaper sitting on the other side of the gaming table asked:

"The dice roll is over, you can no longer interfere with that world."

"Yes, the part where we can intervene is over."

Overlord took a deep breath of smoke, staring at the projection, he said:

"But the seed has already been planted...it's time for it to bear fruit."

"Well, I mean, maybe that devil of Mephistopheles will learn a lesson this time around. It should learn to be more sensible the next time it comes across something nice delivered to its door."

"It's not a good habit to pick up things and take them home."

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The dark magic dissipated, and the sun returned to the shrouded Trident Building.

The shield thrown by the captain hit the sharp sword in Merlin's hand, and after bouncing a few times, it hit the ground, making a clanging sound, and landed on the floor of the hall.

Only a little bit, just a little bit, this shield can knock down the long sword in Merlin's hand, preventing Merlin from doing reckless things.

But in the end it was a bit off.

In other words, Merlin didn't want to be stopped.

Under his feet, Alexander Pierce was dead.

Blood flowed out from the wound and stained Merlin's shoes.

"Well..."

Merlin rubbed his forehead, his face turned pale, and there was a sharp pain in his soul, as if a complete soul had been cut off, it was an indescribable pain.

Leaning on the Zhenjin long sword in his hand, he staggered back a step and leaned against the wall.

His hands were shaking.

It doesn't feel good to kill a former friend, even if he has 1 reasons to do it.

"You destroyed yourself with your own hands!"

Behind Merlin, in the hall, Fake Fury howled like a beast at its end.

It knew it couldn't survive.

Merlin even killed Pierce, so he definitely wouldn't spare his life.

But before he died, he could see Merlin personally destroying his last chance to prove his innocence in this world.

It was enough to see Merlin fall into the abyss of despair.

"Hahaha"

Fake Fury laughed happily:

"Only Pierce knows the identity of my clansman, but he was killed by you!"

"No one can stop my people and the great queen from coming to your world. You personally killed the world's last chance to save itself!"

"How does it feel to destroy the world with your own hands? Great 'hero'... Merlin!"

"Keng"

The sharp blade rotated on the ground, propping up Merlin's body like a cane.

His face was pale, and he leaned on the long sword like a weak person, walking towards the fake Fury.

A cold light shone in his dark red eyes, and the gloom on Merlin's face dissipated at this moment, replaced by a slightly crazy smile.

He whispered:

"Chop Suey, you're smiling so happily... Is there something good about it?"

"puff"

The sharp blade pierced the fake Fury's abdomen, causing blood to spurt and pain to throb on the impostor's face.

He did it on purpose.

This sword could have pierced through the heart.

But he didn't.

He wants the impostor to suffer more.

"Does it hurt?"

Merlin grabbed the fake Fury's ears, and he growled like a wild beast at the alien with a face full of pain:

"Does it hurt!"

"puff"

Another sword stabbed out, and the icy Zhenjin long sword pierced through the chest.

The pain of tearing the body made the fake Fury couldn't bear it anymore, and it let out a scream.

"Let your queen and your bastards come!"

Merlin said in a cold voice:

"This will be your burial place..."

"I wish you bastards had a hell of your own, you were the first to go down, and your queen came after!"

"You lunatic!"

Fake Fury screamed with a distorted face:

"Don't you want to protect this world? You lunatic, you destroyed it yourself!"

"That was me before, dear friend Skrull..."

Merlin straightened his body, he held the Zhenjin long sword with both hands, and raised it high.

The setting sun shone through the window, casting Merlin's distorted shadow on the ground in front of him.

Enveloped by that shadow, Merlin raised his head, and whispered like a dreamer:

"Now, I'm in hell..."

"Look, what a beautiful Death..."

"puff"

The icy long sword slashed downwards, hardly noticing any obscure stop.

Just slipping off Fake Fury's neck.

Blood spewed out, and the fake Frenner's head, still condensed with despair and fear, fell to the ground like a football, and landed in front of a pair of bare feet after jumping twice.

The sunlight outside the window seems to have become a little colder.

The barefoot guy stood silently in the hall shrouded in death.

It bent down, lifted the fake Fury's blood-stained head, and looked at it in front of its eyes.

After the life was cut off, the Skrull's disguise also dissipated.

The fake Fury's cheek, which was almost exactly the same as Fury's, was twisting, and soon, it changed back to the real Skrull.

Green muscles twisted like intertwined vines.

There are also purple spots, pointy ears, and a hairless scalp.

It looked ugly.

"Oh My God."

There was an odd laugh from the silent visitor, who held the head in his hands.

Like a connoisseur, it whispers:

"No matter how many times I look at them, these guys are so ugly, ugly faces, ugly hearts..."

"You are right, my dear friend Merlin."

Merlin didn't answer it.

The raven kicked the fake Fury's headless body into the ground, dragged the blood-stained chair to the front of the hall, and placed it in the setting sun.

Merlin sat in that chair, and he leaned there, his hands on the armrests.

He held the blood-stained Zhenjin long sword in his hand, and under the not-so-warm sun, Merlin closed his eyes.

He seems tired.

他 说:

"You win, Mephisto..."

"No, I didn't win, I actually lost."

The archdevil wears his own suit of robes popular with the Lord of Hell.

It stood in the shadows, and hellfire burned around the devil's projection, twisting its shadow.

Mephisto stroked his black beard, and a malicious smile appeared on his dark red cheeks.

It threw the head of the Skrull from its hand, and said:

"The winner is you, Merlin."

"Look, you're still sitting here, everyone else is dead, you won..."

"Why don't you smile?"

(End of this chapter)