In the violent and strange atmosphere stirred and controlled by that powerful superpower, it is indeed a dangerous and difficult thing to sail forward, but also thanks to the superpower, Merlin and his party will not lose their goal in a chaotic environment where they cannot distinguish the direction and direction. The update is fast, the website page is refreshing, there are few advertisements, I like this kind of website the most, I must praise the existence of the great superpower that controls everything around is too conspicuous, comparable to the lighthouse and navigation beacon that guides the channel on the shore.

But Merlin's party never moved faster, and he was far behind the leading group of several young trainers who were scrambling, carefully fighting the storm caused by his superpowers, carefully keeping his distance and vigilance. On the one hand, Merlin was reluctant to waste the physical strength and strength of Caiman and Darke on the useless competition for places, and on the other hand, Merlin's sense of crisis and insecurity that had been fluctuating in his heart also prompted Merlin to fall behind the team as much as possible, Merlin naturally chose to hide himself at the end of the unnoticed, keeping an eye on the dynamics ahead at all times, and constantly looking back to be alert to possible threats from all directions.

"Boom~~"

"Click"

"Boom~~"

Lightning, thunder, tsunamis, surges. Bean-sized raindrops were mixed with golf-sized hail and sharp ice, and strong winds carried the icy sea and rain. The sky was dark, the sea was dark and a messy symphony of disaster was singing. And the conductor of it all, the creature who sat on the ornate throne at the top of the castle, was watching his most successful performance with pleasure.

When a young man riding behind a huge bird of prey, piercing the dark clouds with a speed exceeding the speed of sound, and the rain curtain broke into the silent and peaceful eye of the storm, saw the island of tranquility that stood without the slightest wave, and saw the strange castle that had risen from nothing overnight, the strongest face also appeared with more and more obvious smiles and excitement.

Soon after the first visitor, the second, third, and fourth visitors followed. Riding behind birds of prey and giant birds, or riding on sea monsters and beasts, these young men dragged their frozen stiff, numb bodies and fiery enthusiasm to the new island, and marched into the treacherous castle led by a dressed maid, enjoying the fire, food, drink, and talk of the victors. ad

"Castle"

When Merlin, along with Caimen and Dark, split the curtain of wind and rain and entered the quiet and peaceful eye of the storm, he first exclaimed a little, "It's really magnificent."

Even from a distance, this man-made building with a mix of styles and countless genres will still look very shocking and majestic, but it does not show the solemnity or heaviness that the building should have, it is like a monster with a strange appearance from the old times, clumsily camouflaging its original intention of choosing people and devouring it, and dressing itself up as a trap full of flaws.

"Well, well"

Caimen floated smoothly on the silent sea, Duck cautiously cruised around, while Merlin looked at the abrupt castle on the isolated island in the distance with his hands behind his back and his tongue in his mouth. Unlike the soaked-wet, frozen limbs of the forerunners, Merlin, who had crossed the sea of madness, was clean and tidy, not stained with a single sea or rain, or even a messy hairstyle.

"First of all, I'm sure of the knowledge and whimsy of the designer of this castle," Merlin said solemnly, commenting on the design style and architectural techniques of the castle in the distance, "just now I have found dozens of ancient architectural styles on this castle that have been lost in time, and there are many modern, postmodern, and even surrealist architectural concepts interspersed with it. He paused, "Let's take a closer look." Maybe different angles and different directions will have different senses, tsk, it's a hodgepodge, a mess and a clueless, wasting so many exquisite creations."

The closer he got to the island, the closer he got to the castle, the lower Merlin's opinion of the castle's designer, until he saw the castle's small pier from afar, and finally made a final comment on the building, which mixes almost all the architectural styles in human history from ancient times to the present day: "The garbage heap is simply a garbage heap made of countless treasures" Merlin still muttered as he jumped from behind Caimen onto the pier, "If I had known who designed and supervised the construction of this castle, Then I'll definitely give him a hard right hook or just break his arm, so that at least I can stop him from continuing to ram the sky."

Raising his hand and holding the two Poké Balls to retract Caimen and Duck in turn, Merlin tried not to linger too much on the castle, which looked even larger, oppressive, and stranger up close.

The boots stepped on the wooden plank, which had been slightly softened by the combined erosion of dampness and sea salt, and the damp and cold air immediately made Merlin, who had remained dry, shiver. The pier beneath the island, beneath the castle, was dark, damp, and rotten, with an eerie smell of paint and adhesive. It's as if it's old and new at the same time.

The old oil lamp under the wooden pole emitted a little light, and this dull glow of light and darkness changed frequently and rapidly between warm yellow and strange blue, and there was not the slightest wind blowing, but the light still swayed stubbornly, swaying at some unknown frequency that could not be guessed.

Around the pier, several small streams are rushing out of the cracks in the rocks to the sea, echoing the constant sound of the water and the occasional gurgling of the shore. Farther up, all sorts of strange windmills placed outside the castle tower for unknown reasons also made unpleasant creaks and creaks in the windless automatic.

Merlin, who was completely immersed in this strange situation, suddenly felt a creep. In a panic, Merlin's corner of his eye suddenly caught a figure approaching, and he jerked his head back to quickly move his gaze to where the figure was.

"Gas" Because of his surprise, Merlin let out a sound that would be difficult for ordinary people to make.

"Welcome to this castle," the startled Merlin said, not feeling the slightest sorry for the alarm her presence had caused the guests, but said mechanically and abruptly, "Please bring out your invitation." ”

His right hand involuntarily covered his heart, and Merlin gasped a few times to calm his pounding heart and nervous emotions. He peeked at the woman, dressed as an old lady, carrying a lamp that radiated an ominous blue light.

Joey Merlin's eyes quickly narrowed, and then instantly returned to normal, empty eyes, empty mechanical repetition of language patterns. It was a very hypnotic control, and his mind turned rapidly, and at the same time, he looked at the woman's face carefully, although she was wearing a turban with only half of her face exposed, and the surrounding light was not very sufficient, but she could still be vaguely distinguished. 、

It was the woman in the projection, and Joey Merlin's heart quickly made a judgment that it should be the missing Joey

For most ordinary people, children from families with unexplained super genes such as Joey and Junsha cannot be distinguished by conventional means, and their body shape, appearance and even voice make most ordinary people indistinguishable from each other, just like replicants or clones. But this was a great insult to Joey and Junsha, who seemed to themselves to be as different as the members of their family, just as great as everyone else.

Merlin wasn't one of the very few individuals who could tell the difference between Joey or Junsha, he just discovered the identity of the woman from the Joey family, and instinctively associated it with Miss Joey from the old port of Matsumoto. As for the specific correctness, Merlin is quite unfoundedly sure.

Merlin tried to perceive the spirit and consciousness of the woman who was supposed to be Miss Joy. Sure enough, there was already chaos there, and it was firmly controlled by some kind of force that Merlin would never dare to question or challenge. Merlin, who realized this, was suddenly startled, and carefully reined in his strength, and deceived himself to comfort himself that his previous temptation was not detected by that being.

He obediently pulled out the card-like mechanism he had always carried with him, and respectfully and carefully handed it to Miss Joy, who was under the complete control of a powerful being.

At the moment when the card approached Miss Joy, the card, which had not been functioning at all, suddenly began to run at high speed, and the transparent protrusion in the middle suddenly bloomed a blue light, and then a projection rose. In the projection was Miss Joy standing in front of Merlin, in the projection, she maintained an elegant posture, and said emptyly: "This person is indeed the one we invited"

Miss Joy, who was standing opposite Merlin, stared coldly at her projection appearing in front of her and then disappearing, and then only nodded slightly, "Hello, invited trainer, please come here" After that, he turned around and walked forward, leading Merlin down the wooden stack and stone steps into the interior of the castle, "The other invited guests have arrived"

Merlin resisted the doubts and obediently followed the controlled Miss Joy, feeling a pang of uneasiness in her heart. But the feeling of being watched made his cold hairs stand on end, cold sweat involuntarily secretly overflowed, his throat was itchy and dry, and his legs were soft and stiff. By the time that sight finally left Merlin, Merlin, who had been dry and dashing, was already drenched and panting, even more embarrassed than the forerunners who had won and lost a battle with the True Sword in bad weather.

Although he was only watched by that gaze for a few seconds, it was like a long-lasting battle for Merlin, and his body and mind fell into an indescribable tiredness and weakness at the same time.

That guy, who the hell was all kinds of questions in Merlin's mind, made him feel even more depressed when he was tired.

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Hawkers,The time of suffering can be regarded as a temporary end.,It should be guaranteed to be updated in the future.,To be honest, I'm not very sure.,Things at work, a little coolie like me can't be the master after all.

Then, although it is a little late, I still wish everyone a happy New Year~~