Shadow trail of the beautiful world

Chapter 946 44. New World

At night, in the mysterious house.

May and Ben headed back to Wisconsin to see Coulson's parents.

Coulson told May everything.

After realizing her brother had a time in Wisconsin, May decided to visit the place where her brother grew up.

The children supported their Aunt May in doing so.

Merlin's departure brought pain to everyone, but May was definitely the one who hurt the most.

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

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

This kid is only 11 years old this year, he hasn't grown up yet, he shouldn't have to bear this.

"Sleep well at night."

Xuanlan sat by the bed and helped little Peter cover the quilt. She looked at little Peter, and the child was holding the Icarus mirror frame tightly in his hand.

It's like the most precious thing.

Ugh.

Xuan Lan sighed inwardly.

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

"Ring the bell if you need anything, and I'll be right there."

"Ah."

Peter also lived in the mysterious house before, and he is no stranger to Xuanlan.

Seeing Xuanlan was about to leave, 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 that uncle just went to a far away place, like a business trip."

"He's still coming back, isn't he?"

"Of course, cutie."

Xuan Lan chuckled lightly.

But inside she was moaning.

Suddenly, in the eyes of children, the word "get out" has become a synonym for going to a dangerous place...

She leaned down and kissed Peter on the forehead.

she says:

"Your uncle is a great person. Great people are always firm. They won't 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, child."

"Ah."

Little Peter waved to Xuanlan.

After Xuanlan left, he put the cold glasses beside the pillow.

He looked at the lens of the glasses, as if he saw another world through the lens.

His uncle is there.

As if asleep, lying in a piece of dark red water.

"uncle..."

Peter called softly.

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

The lights dimmed.

On Icarus' lens, a gleam of light dissipated, and then quickly returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

This night, it was very quiet.

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"uncle..."

The ethereal calling came to Merlin's ears, just like a sleeping person being awakened.

He opened his eyes.

The flickering rays of light swayed at the end of the line of sight, just like the setting sun rising from the sky, but the beating of the setting sun was a bit too lively.

There was still some confusion in Merlin's mind.

It's like sleeping for a long time, and I'm not so clear-headed until I sleep.

He could feel that he seemed to be lying in the water, and the icy liquid was entangled outside his body, making him feel a little cold.

Well, maybe this is the aftereffect of soul cutting...

After all, in his opinion, Horcruxes are full of shortcomings, and if it is not really impossible, he would not choose to do so.

The humming sound echoed in his mind, like needles piercing his soul, and the scene in front of his eyes was full of shadows, as if he had double vision.

Indistinct.

All he could see was a dancing light unfolding in front of his eyes, like a dragon made of light.

It was jumping towards him, and it seemed like something was falling from the sky.

Merlin stretched out his hand, his body seemed to be rusty, and even raising his hand became quite difficult.

In the icy water, he rubbed his eyes, trying to make his vision clearer.

The flickering light in front of my eyes 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 a haze, such as the sky of Yongbu haze.

In those thick black clouds, a pale light shone like the icy light of an icy sun.

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

Like a meteorite, but also like a scorching fire rain.

A blaze of flames fell rapidly from the sky and hit the place where Merlin was, with a sharp and ominous howl.

It was like a strange bird that swooped down from the sky, screaming and wanting to smash Merlin's head.

The sky fire fell, getting closer and closer.

The scorching light hit Merlin's face, making his wet hair feel toasty and suffocating.

"Swish"

A light curtain jumped out from Merlin's clenched fingers, causing the space in front of him to spin rapidly as if being stripped away.

Then it expands and pulls outward, like an invisible curtain covering Merlin's body.

"boom"

The falling skyfire hit the invisible shield, but it fell into the sea like a mud cow, without a single wave.

Although the momentum it fell was really terrifying.

But for a great wizard, such sky fire only looks scary.

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

He is like a dead body that has been frozen. Even if he has the vitality of rebirth, it will take time to wake up from that frozen perception.

In the sky fire that kept falling, his consciousness became clear.

He inspected his body.

Sangong's power seed is gone.

The abyss projection extended by the symbiosis is gone.

The power that the Crimson Master instilled with the Crimson Gem is gone.

The power of fear bestowed by the big snake Kur was gone.

empty.

But it looks so clean.

Merlin has never felt so relaxed...

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

he is free...

All the plans finally became reality at this moment.

He is free.

The best part is the magic...

The magic to live on is still there.

It seems that part of the pure magic power obtained from the contract of the ancient three demons has flowed back, but it is not a big problem.

The rest, together with Merlin's accumulated magic power, is completely enough for him to maintain his current state.

After all, the Three Magic Weapons are different from other powers.

Their contract is time-sensitive, 100 years, it will not die just because Merlin's body dissipates...

As long as the soul is still there, the contract can be maintained.

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

His movements were slow, as if he was old, he stood up naked, and then looked back at the pool where he was...

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

"Blood..."

Merlin shook his head.

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

His face was still the same as before, but it was extremely pale, like a vampire who had been exposed to too much sun.

His skin had an unhealthy gray, as if terminally ill.

Another indescribable...

frivolous.

Like an illusion made of unreal smoke, blown by the wind and dissipated.

"Broken, torn from its own body, like a ghost, but worse than the worst ghost..."

Merlin whispered.

That was a description in the book on making Horcruxes, which came from the last dark wizard who went crazy to make Horcruxes.

Mr. Voldemort.

The Death Eater who had already lost his mind and soul.

His failure back then came from Merlin.

And now, nearly ten years later, Merlin has followed in his footsteps.

"If you were still here, you would definitely laugh at me..."

Merlin looked at his reflection in the blood, touched his cheek, and then tried to use his own black mist to make a body covering for himself.

But it wasn't until he raised his hand that he realized that without the power seed of Sangong, he could no longer incarnate into black mist.

"Laugh, just laugh."

With a light tap of his finger, the dark magic power slipped from the fingertips, covering his body like dreamy quicksand.

The next moment, a black robe appeared on him.

Made entirely of magic, it feels no weight and walks like you're naked.

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

He looks back.

Everywhere you look is a piece of scorched earth, black, scorched earth covered with fetid pools and weathered bones.

The red sky fire fell from the sky and hit the boundless land like a rain of fire, splashing ominous smoke and dust, and was blown up in the wind like howling ghosts.

A stream of smoke and dust swayed like a tornado, making this place look like a desert under the setting sun.

But there is life in even the wildest deserts, not here.

Nothing at all...

Merlin moved forward slowly, and in front of his eyes was a dark cliff.He stood on the edge of the cliff, looking to the other side.

At the end of Merlin's line of sight, an erupting volcano billowed black smoke, and the magma shining in the smoke was rushed into the sky, and then smashed into the ground with flames while cooling.

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

He also saw the river.

A black river winds and crags between the cliff and the distant mountains, just like a river that can't see where it comes or goes.

"Styx."

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

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

On this deep black cliff, he complained.

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

But it's also possible that Merlin's eyes were blurred.

He revived in hell with a broken soul body, which was slightly different from his original plan, but it was not a big problem.

He had already shaken off all shackles and escaped with a feigned death.

Just like the actor who finished his final exit on the stage, he used his superb acting skills to deceive the audience, his companions, and even himself.

"A decent exit, I don't need it!"

Merlin raised his hand and clenched his fingers in front of him amidst the whistling sound of the long magic hair swaying on his body. He said:

"I've already sat at the gambling table, and it's up to me to deal the cards, hehe..."

"I'm going to ask you if you're ready, big shots."

"Wow, wow"

Behind Merlin, on the scorched earth where the fire fell that day, among the smoke and dust splashed up, twisted evil spirits emerged from their hiding places one after another.

These hell-born creatures smell fresh dead flesh.

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

Those distorted shadows came out of the shadows, silently, and surrounded Merlin standing on the edge of the cliff from all directions, spreading his hands, like embracing freedom.

"This is hell..."

Merlin recited strange lines like a poet.

He turned around and looked at the monsters with saliva and interlaced teeth that could make one's scalp tingle just by looking at them.

His fingers are raised forward.

Black halos burst out in front of his fingers.

"Dreams never come true here, nightmares do."

Merlin's voice became softer, and the black light of the cross star appeared in the circle of light, spreading, and the magic power was boiling.

Those predatory ugly creatures felt threatened.

They hissed back.

They realized that what was in front of them was not food.

not...

"boom"

A cold and sharp beam of light shot out from the strange rune, and amidst Merlin's hearty laughter, the light cut across the scorched wasteland like a cold sickle.

Those evil spirits were ignited, they howled and fled, but were turned into falling ashes in the burning black fire.

In the ashes, Merlin in robes stretched out his arms.

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

"I reached out to my nightmare..."

"Embrace it without reservation..."

"So, all, all the joy..."

"It's all coming one after another."

He just stood there, letting the ashes fall on his body, and in the scorching halo of the volcano's eruption, Merlin turned his head.

He watched the erupting flames, and the flames burned in his eyes.

When the dying ray roared in fragments and filled the black cliff, he seemed to see the most beautiful scenery in the world.

"I'm already in hell..."

Stretching out his finger as if to touch a distant arc, he said:

"What a beautiful death..."

"That's the new world,"

"I am coming..."

(End of this chapter)