"puff"

In the hall on the border of Hell, arcs flashed, representing another contestant being sent out of the battlefield.

The halo was jumping on the ground, slowly peeling off, and finally revealing a figure in the light, which was the black tongue strategist, the son of Thanos, and the ebony throat.

It is in a very miserable state at this time.

The left leg was cut from the calf, and the incision was smooth and burning, as if burned by the force of flames, leaving the blue blood not flowing, but this was not a fatal injury.

In the chest of ebony's throat, a cut-off invisible blade was inserted.

The blade is like crystal glass reflecting light, it is the style of a straight-edged sword, it is the gathering of magic power, and it forms the sharpest thing in the world through the dark secret technique.

Merlin is very familiar with this. This is a sharp blade made by the intercepted space, which is invisible and fatal.

Under the guidance of the Big Tiger Hoggs, and his clone left in the quantum world has been completely assimilated, his understanding of the concept of "space" is becoming increasingly deeper and far beyond anyone in this world.

He is about to touch the mystery of space.

"Save...save me..."

The ebony's throat lies on the cold ground of obsidian, breathing hard, but every breath is like inhaling a fire, burning the heart and lungs, and every breath becomes more and more difficult.

Life is withdrawing.

The moment it left the battlefield, it was penetrated by the murderous sword of Modu. This should not have happened. The teleportation should be instant, but it happened.

It's like revenge, although it's late, it's never absent.

The ebony throat covered the scars in his heart. It turned its head with difficulty and looked at the person sitting on the stairs in front of it.

Master Wang, who was wrapped in bandages all over his body and looked cold-faced.

Beside him was the scarlet witch who had just been sent out, Wanda Django Maximov, the powerful witch, wearing a heavy cloak, with a pale face and weak face.

She didn't even look at the dying ebony throat on the ground, as if this guy didn't exist at all.

Further afield, the hunter angel Angel Angel holding a small mirror and was putting on makeup for herself. She was not interested and had no reason to help Ebony Throat.

As a result, the despair in the gray eyes of the black-tongued strategist became deeper and deeper.

It could only look at the last person in the hall.

Raven Merlin.

The referee and host of this battle.

"I, I am a competitor, you have to... have to..."

"Ah, I know."

Before Ebony's intermittent words were finished, Merlin's figure dissipated from above the steps and had already squatted beside him when he appeared again.

The Raven Lord stretched out his finger and gently flicked the sharp blade in the heart of the ebony throat. In the sound that was buzzing like glass, the ebony throat's body twitched wildly due to the burst of pain.

Merlin's blue eyes looked at each other with the gray eyes of the ebony throat, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

His fingers gently held the sharp blade in his heart, and he said:

"You are a contestant, and I have an obligation to save you."

"Yes, I will save you. You may not know that before I became the Lord of Hell, I was an agent, and before I became an agent, my ideal was to become a doctor."

"No one knows how to save people better than me. Be patient, I'm sorry."

"puff"

The broken blade that pierced directly into the heart was pulled out without hesitation the next moment.

The blade that sealed the wound was pulled away, a large amount of blue blood spurted out from the wound of the ebony's throat, like a substantial life gushing out from the broken cracks, like a broken balloon constantly spewing out gas.

The light in the eyes of the Black-Tong Suggestion became fierce and vicious, as if he was cursing Merlin with his last power.

It has felt the call of death.

"What a pity, the operation failed, this is a common thing..."

Merlin glanced at the blood-stained blade in his hand, then threw the thing aside. He raised his fingers, and a ball of leaping orange light shone in the palm of his hand. He said to Ebony's throat:

"But your life should not end here, you still have the last mission to complete."

"Bang"

The excessive vanity was slapped in the ruptured heart by Merlin's backhand.

The orange light covered the alien's body. Soon, the black-tongued strategist with a dull expression, got up from the ground bit by bit like a manipulated puppet.

Its legs were broken, and it could only jump and hide on the stone steps on the edge. The jumping movement was stiff and weird, as if there were really invisible lines connected to the body, manipulating it.

"Merlin, come to see this."

Just after the raven completed a "surgery", the Scarlet Witch behind him suddenly shouted:

"Look at it, Modu's condition is not right!"

"Um?"

Merlin turned around and looked at the projection projected in the air. He saw Modu moving rapidly in the darkness and his state of talking to himself. He seemed to be arguing with another invisible object.

The raven's eyes narrowed.

But then he became gentle again, and he waved his hand to Wanda, saying:

"Everyone of the players in this competition has a trump card. The power from the dark dimension may be the 'trump card' of Mage Modu, so don't worry."

Raven lowered his eyelids and said in a cold tone:

"After the game, someone will go to Domaum to talk about this."

"Continue to pay attention to the game."

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Master Modu's condition is indeed not right.

He ran in the dark mountains, and did not use a more convenient portal, but relied on the agility and speed of his body, like a climbing ape, flexibly climbing and sprinting on the mountain walls where there was no road at all.

After sending the ebony throat out of the match, the battle mage took some time to heal himself, and his swollen cheeks had almost recovered.

There is still some swollen eyes, but the problem is no longer big.

He was searching for other contestants.

At this time, the situation of this battle of hegemony was very clear. The remaining people were divided into two camps, as strong as Dum walking alone, while the rest were gathered together.

But the goals of both sides are consistent.

They temporarily let go of hostility and are all trying to solve the problems in this world itself. They want to save the world and then fight.

"They have more vision than you."

As Modu crossed the ridge, the sound that echoed in his heart sounded again.

The extraterritorial existence that calls himself a monarch of the dark dimension is like hearing the entanglement of Modu’s mind. It said to Modu in a "confidant" way:

"When you talk about how to heal the world and save the world, you believers of the ancient 1st are more professional than others... You have participated in many salvation with the Supreme Master, but they are one step ahead of you."

"Modu, when you enter this world, you will discover the problems in this world. The invasion of the ancient gods, the curse of flesh and blood, and the malice will swallow this world. The parasitic actions of the evil spirits have reached the final stage."

"But why did you, who discovered the problem first, fall to this point?"

The voice of the Dark Monarch Domaum became playful, it said:

"Why did you, who should have joined hands with others to save the world, become the slowest one?"

"You are far behind others. I can feel that both sides except you have come up with a solution, and only you are still pursuing it."

"You are too weak. You have the determination to save the world, but you don't have the power to save the world."

"You long to glorify the Ancient One, the leader you regard as your elders and relatives, and you hope to get the throne of the Supreme Master to prove the weight of the Kamataj inheritance."

"But you can't do it, you don't have that power."

Modu remained silent.

He continued to run in the darkness, as if the words of Domaum did not exist at all.

As a strong-willed combat mage, he attaches importance to the tempering of his soul. The thoughts that are kept in his mind are just a ray of will of the dark monarch, which cannot affect Modu's judgment.

But how this will from outside the domain appeared in Modu’s mind is a question worth pondering.

"Dum is much stronger than you, and the witch who controls heroic spirits. She is also stronger than you, and the others are more cunning than you, and you don't have the advantage in every aspect."

"Getting the scepter of the mind is your only hope for victory, but you foolishly handed it to Dum to save a woman who has nothing to do with you."

"I have told you in advance that even if the great evil spirits invade this world, as long as I help you, you will still survive without any harm."

"That's the battlefield that is most favorable to you, but you still made a stupid choice."

Domaum kept saying:

"Are you in love with that witch? Or are you dominated by the desire for human mating? Or is your ridiculous justice driving you to do that great thing?"

"Haha, you gave up your hope with your own hands. Modu, poor Modu, you are like someone falling into the darkness. You know that there is no hope, but you are still looking for fire everywhere."
To be continued...