Shadow trail of the beautiful world

Chapter 996. Friendship

Recently, a gossip has spread among the creatures seeking life in the wasteland.

It is said that a vicious guy appeared in the wasteland, it is very powerful, very cunning, very vicious.

Several famous gangs in the wasteland fell apart because of its appearance.

It wrought a horrific carnage on the docks of the Nu and Sworn.

The horned demon gang that controlled the Styx Pier was slaughtered almost overnight, and even their souls were pulled out and thrown into the Styx.

The Screamer Canyon in the southeast of the wasteland, the ghostly place that made other people talk about it, was also destroyed by magic, and thousands of Screamers were buried under the ruins of the canyon.

It is said that the ruins were reinforced with magic and turned into a sealed coffin.

The poor wretches buried under the ruins will come back to life.

But they will only be able to live underground in the future.

In the past few days, that mysterious evil spirit wandered to the side of the Resentment River and the Anguish River, and all the gang strongholds along the way were slaughtered.

But this time, it didn't take their souls away.

So those demons who escaped from the dead spread the damn news all over this area, making all the demons and other dead people living here panic.

Everyone gathered in the tavern, discussing countermeasures and plans day and night.

Someone proposed to unite and deal with that fierce god together.

But there are also people who suggest that everyone leave this place and go to other places to hang out.

Anyway, in this wasteland where liberation will never come, it is the same wherever one seeks life.

They discussed in full swing.

This is not a good thing for the demons, any emotions in their chaotic brains cannot be well controlled.

So after a few demons quarreled, the chaos quickly turned into a big melee.

Everyone in the entire tavern was involved.

Hellfire, sharp bone weapons, and all kinds of damn, weird magic are blasting around the tavern.

The smell of blood, dying cries, and angry roars made the tavern more lively.

No one stopped.

The chaos spread like a lit bonfire.

The flames of fighting burn in this tavern built with stones and magic, which covers a large area.

"boom"

A bone throwing ax that flew over during the scuffle was slapped away by Merlin who was sitting at the bar.

The sharp thing is attached to the flames of hell.

While whistling and dancing, it cut between the eyes of a succubus lady who just got up from the ground and was still a little dizzy.

The coquettish young lady rolled her eyes and fell to the ground.

The flying ax chopped off her head.

What a disaster.

She will have to wait another 14 hours before she can be revived...

How miserable.

Merlin, who committed a murder, acted as if nothing happened.

He didn't even look at the corpse behind him. He picked up his wine glass made from the horn of the glabra, and while sipping the spicy wine, he said:

"I don't have any hope for this ghost place, but I didn't expect to meet old acquaintances here."

"I'm not surprised."

John Constantine.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. non-staff agent who died in the hands of Sannomiya almost ten years ago, who called himself the Hell Detective, but everyone called Zha Kang wiped the wine glass at hand, and said with full of malice:

"I knew you were going to hell, Merlin."

"But I didn't expect that you would be thrown into this ghost place... Tsk tsk, it's so miserable, please allow me to make a sad expression."

As he spoke, a big smile appeared on that guy's greasy face.

He's the same as Merlin.

In this strange hell called "Wasteland", the state of the spirit body is maintained.

He was also wearing a piece of clothing, which was cut in a very unique way, and it was made as similar as possible to the uniform of a bartender on Earth.

But it can be seen that this imitation is very poor.

Merlin took a sip of his wine, glanced at Zha Kang who was gloating in front of him, and said:

"What are you laughing at? Aren't you here too?"

"I'm used to it, Merlin, old friend."

Zha Kang put aside the clean cup in his hand, and lay on the bar counter, admiring the chaos in his own bar.

He admired the killing of those demons and dead souls, and said to Merlin slowly:

"After being here for more than 10 years, I'm used to it, and it's actually not bad here."

"No one will really die. Everyone enjoys life indiscriminately according to the lifestyle they want, to slaughter, or to be slaughtered."

"If you can survive a battle, you will be crazy to mate with those succubus who are in heat for 24 hours..."

"There are no constraints, no rules, freedom, this is the real place of freedom..."

"I even want to carve a Statue of Liberty with my own hands!"

While complaining, Zha Kang pulled open the drawer of the stone-made bar, and took out two cigar-like objects from it.

He quickly dodged a chair with blood on it, and then threw one to Merlin.

他 说:

"As long as you abandon the last bottom line, you can live well here, come one?"

"What is this stuff?"

Merlin looked at the suspicious thing that looked like a cigar in his hand, and he said to Zha Kang:

"I've traversed this wasteland all the way, but I haven't seen anything resembling tobacco... There are no plants here at all."

"Why do you care so much?"

Zha Kang rolled his eyes and said:

"You are all dead and in hell, and nothing more vicious can kill you again."

"Besides, you've already started drinking wine brewed with the blood of snake demons, why are you pretending to be a civilized person?"

"Look at the clothes on your body, tsk tsk, so many familiar leathers and 'decorations', it seems that your journey is not smooth, Merlin."

"makes sense."

Merlin smiled, and he waved his hands behind him, the gathered and dispersed magic power roared and clasped on the head of a downed Balrog.

With a crisp bone cracking sound, the Balrog's skull was grabbed and thrown on the bar.

Merlin put the "cigar" in his mouth, and approached the burning skull.

A smell very similar to tobacco rose up.

Merlin let out a puff of smoke, and he said to Zha Kang who was also puffing:

"How did you do it?"

"Ok?"

Zha Kang glanced at Merlin in surprise, he saw that Merlin's gaze fell on the decoration of his bar, he smiled triumphantly, and flicked the ash that was dripping like blood.

Pointing to his own head, he said:

"I rely on this thing."

"You also know that chaos and order are relative states."

Zack Kang exhaled a mouthful of rich smoke, and said:

"After the chaos of a place reaches its limit, the flames of order emerge."

"Especially in this place, when you are in a ghostly place where no one will die, no matter how crazy you are, but you can never get out, the existence of order is absolutely necessary. "

With a philosopher-like tone, Zha Kang told Merlin the story of himself falling behind in this wasteland.

"Before I came, this place has existed for countless years, and this place is a place of disorder on the surface."

"Walk on the road and don't provoke others, you may be killed by a demon that rushes out, and the reason why it is killed may be because it is in a bad mood, or you walk too loudly."

"But apart from this layer of chaos, this is actually a place where rules are followed."

"Oh?"

Merlin sneered, it seemed that he didn't agree with Zha Kang's statement.

But Zha Kang didn't care either.

他 说:

"Just like the horned demons never cross the river of anger and oath keeping, the screaming demons will only stay in their own valley, which is very different from each other."

"Everyone is just messing around on their own turf... No one wants the whole wasteland to be messed up, and that means the current system will be broken."

"A soul occupying a high position in any system will not want its position to be challenged. Therefore, small fights, friction, and then negotiations, maintain the status quo."

Zha Kang shrugged, and he winked at Merlin:

"Is this set familiar?"

"The gangs in Brooklyn do the same thing. When you stay here long enough, you will find that this place is actually no different from the real world."

"Oh, maybe there's a difference."

Zha Kang blinked his eyes:

"This place is more naked than the human world, and the demons will not hide their malice, but for those who can make a difference between the various gangs and bring them enough enjoyment..."

"They will naturally be more polite."

"My place is the only place within a radius of thousands of kilometers where they can rest and have a glass of wine after fighting wildly. The succubi also need a place to seduce those energetic bastards."

"If they smashed here, they would live like real beasts."

Zha Kang pointed to his head, he showed a strange smile, and said:

"Demons may be stupid, but trust me, they're smart too."

"boom"

Merlin nodded. He grabbed the burning Balrog skull in front of him, which was used as an ashtray, and smashed it like a war hammer on the head of the Berserker behind him who was trying to sneak attack him.

The huge magic power carried on the skull bombarded the Berserker Demon's head, blowing out its soul like a cold wind.

"Snapped"

There was another corpse in the chaotic bar.

"You keep talking."

Merlin, who had just been brainwashed, turned around, and he continued to drink wine and smoke with gusto.

他 说:

"Let me listen to your finance and economics again."

"Ok."

Zha Kang looked at the magic power dancing on Merlin's fingers, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

He has been in this ghostly place for more than ten years, and he has never seen a spirit body with such a strong magic power. Hell, substantial...

That magic power has already formed substantial waves on Merlin's fingers.

Every moment is affecting the space around Merlin.

How strong is he now?

But the next moment, a gleam of joy rose in Zha Kang's dark heart.

Regardless of his relationship with Merlin in life, they were both dead and left in this hopeless wasteland.

No matter how much Merlin hated him, compared to those demons, his relationship with Merlin must be closer.

I need a new backer...

A flash of inspiration exploded in Zha Kang's mind like a storm.

He seemed to have seen the future where he and Merlin joined forces to occupy a large area of ​​the wasteland and dominate the future.

This made his tone more flattering, and he said to Merlin:

"I can't get out of this place. I spent several years gathering information from the leaders of the local 'gangs'."

"A Balrog who has been imprisoned here for nearly 10 years told me that since the establishment of this hell, no soul has escaped at all."

"That gate to hell built under Mount Doom, ha, I know, you're here for it, aren't you?"

Zha Kang lowered his voice and said to Merlin:

"It's just an illusion, used to deceive those fools who yearn for relief. It's a bad joke left by the creator of this place...You are doing a dangerous thing, my friend Merlin."

"Ok?"

Merlin raised his head, looked at Zha Kang, and asked with a smile:

"What dangerous thing? Why don't I know?"

"hope!"

Zack Kang stared into Merlin's eyes and said:

"Hope, listen to me, I've been here long enough to understand that hope is the most dangerous thing in hell."

"You're chasing a phantom, and when hope crumbles, you crumble too..."

"You're a ghost now, and you know what breaking down means to you, right?"

"I know."

Merlin drank the last bit of wine in the Mizumo's glass, and he exhaled a stream of white smoke from his mouth.

He stared at the embers on the ceiling of Zackon's bar, which was shining with dark red spots, and said in a low voice:

"I know exactly what I'm doing, and I know exactly what you're thinking."

"Don't think I can't see through your desperate heart just because you pretend to be enjoying yourself, Constantine."

"Don't think you can hide what you really think by saying such nonsense."

Merlin lowered his head, looked at Zha Kang, and said in a low tone:

"You're still thinking of yourself as a human being, not like these bastards; you're still trying to make life better for yourself, even in the worst hell."

"Admit it, you haven't conceded yet..."

"After ten years in hell, you still want to go back, to the world where no one likes you."

Merlin dropped the wine glass in his hand on the pool of blood on the ground.

He looked back at the demons who were still fighting, the screamers who were ignited.

The next moment, a killing intent flashed across Merlin's face, and he roared:

"Get out!"

Terrifying magic power erupted from Merlin's ghostly body, condensing into substantial spiritual spikes.

It hit those crazy demons like a tumbling raging wave.

The sound wave like the wailing of a banshee tore their souls, and made the most fanatical Warlord who was caught in the battle wake up at this moment.

They screamed and rushed to the door of the bar.

Stepping on the blood and fleeing in all directions, even the most powerful Balrog gathered his flames and ran out without looking back.

Ten seconds later, the bar full of dead bodies fell silent.

Merlin turned around, he leaned on the chair made of white bones, raised his legs, and put the unburned "cigar" in his mouth.

He puffed out a puff of smoke, put one hand on the bar, and with the other he played with the blood-stained, extinguished skull.

Under the dim light of the embers, a smile appeared on his ghostly blue cheeks.

"I'm leaving...I don't belong here."

"You don't belong here either, Zhakang. For the sake of the past, I can take you away with me."

"The premise is that you have to help me."

Zha Kang's expression changed a bit.

He looked at Merlin, and he said:

"What if I say 'no'? What if I say I really like this place?"

"Well..."

Merlin chuckled, lowered his head, and straightened his "cool" clothes.

他 说:

"Then you are useless to me..."

(End of this chapter)