The magic of living is still there.

The pure magic power obtained from the contract of the three ancient demons seems to have returned part of it, but it is not a big problem.

The rest, coupled with the magic accumulated in Merlin's own body, was 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, and for 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, finally stood up with difficulty.

He moved slowly, as if he was aging. He stood up naked and looked back at the pool where he was...

Where was there any water...he only saw a bright red.

"Blood..."

Merlin shook her head.

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

She still has the same face as before, but she is also extremely pale, just like a vampire who has sunbathed too much.

His skin had an unhealthy grayish whiteness, as if he was terminally ill.

There is another kind of hard to describe...

Thin and thin.

It is like an illusion made of unreal smoke, which will dissipate when blown by the wind.

"The broken one, torn out of one's own body, is like a ghost, but is worse than the worst ghost..."

Merlin whispered.

That was a description in the Horcrux-making dictionary, from the last black wizard who was crazy about making Horcrux.

Mr. Voldemort.

The Death Eater who had already died of both souls and souls.

His failure that year came from Merlin.

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

"If you're still here, you'll definitely laugh at me..."

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

But it was not until he raised his hand that he realized that he had lost the power seed of the Three Palaces and could no longer transform into black fog.

"Smile, just laugh."

His fingers lightly, and the magic of darkness slid from his fingertips, covering his body like dreamy quicksand.

The next moment, a black robe appeared on him.

It is made of magic, and you can't feel the weight, and there is no difference between walking and naked.

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

He looked backwards.

The place where you see it is scorched earth, black, covered with stinky pools and weathered bones.

The red sky fire fell from the sky, smashing on this vast land like a rain of fire, splashing unknown smoke and dust, and was blown up in the wind like a shrill ghost howl.

The smoke and dust swayed like a tornado, making it look like a desert under the setting sun.

But even the most desolate desert has life, but there is no place.

Nothing...

Merlin moved forward slowly, and in front of him was a dark cliff. He stood on the edge of the cliff and looked away from the other side.

At the end of Merlin's sight, a volcano was exploding and rolling black smoke. The magma shining in the smoke was washed into the sky and smashed into the earth with flames while cooling.

It was a endless mountain range, like a giant beast lying across the earth, blocking Meilin's gaze from afar.

He also saw the river.

A black river is winding and rugged between the cliff and the distant mountains, like a river that cannot be seen or seen where to go.

"River of Styx."

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

"I knew I would definitely not be able to go to heaven."

On this dark black cliff, he complained.

He stood by the cliff of Hell scorched earth, looking at the scorched earth plain in the distance, where there seemed to be some buildings...

But it may also be that Merlin was dazzled.

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

He had freed all the constraints and escaped with a fake death.

Just like an actor who finished the final exit on the stage, he deceived the audience, his companions, and even himself with his superb acting skills.

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

Merlin raised his hand, and amid the howling sound of magical long hair shaking on his body, he clasped his fingers in front of him, and he said:

"I've already sat on the gambling table, and it's time for me to deal the cards, haha..."

"I'll ask if you're ready, big guys."

"Crazy, crazy"

Behind Merlin, on the scorched earth where the fire fell that day, and in the splashing smoke and dust, one twisted evil spirit after another appeared from the hiding place.

These guys born in hell smelled the smell of fresh dead flesh.

The flesh and blood that leaves the fragrance of lips and teeth.

Those twisted shadows walked out of the shadows, quietly standing on the edge of the cliff from all directions, spreading their hands, like Merlin embracing freedom.

"This is hell..."

Merlin recites some strange poems like a poet.

He turned around and looked at the monsters with saliva, interlaced teeth, and could make his scalp tingling with one look.

His fingers raised forward.

A black aperture bursts in front of his fingers.

"A beautiful dream never comes true here, only a nightmare."

Merlin's voice became softer and the black light of the cross starlight appeared in the aperture, spreading, and the magic power boiled.

The ugly creatures who predated felt the threat.

They roared back.

They realize that what is in front of them is not food.

Not...

"boom"

A cold and sharp beam of light ejected from the strange rune. In the cheerful laughter of Merlin, the light shone through the anxious wasteland like a cold sickle.

The evil spirits were ignited, they wailed and fled, but they turned into falling ashes as the black fire burned.

In the scattered ashes, Merlin, in a robe, spread her arms.

He closed his eyes and raised his head. Behind him, the volcano in the distance erupted again, and Merlin whispered in the low roar.

"I stretched out my hand to my nightmare..."

"Hugged it without reservation..."

"So, all, all happiness..."

“Everything comes one after another.”

He just stood there, letting the ashes fall on his body, and Merlin turned around in the burning halo of the volcanic fire.

He looked at the erupting flames, and there was also a flame burning in his eyes.

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

"I'm already in hell..."

He stretched out his fingers, as if he was about to touch the arc in the distance, he said:

"What a beautiful god of death..."

“That’s the new world,”
Chapter completed!