Laurent did not come out of his room for three days, so Sheldon also nestled in his room, quietly waiting for orders. I haven't been able to see Little Merlin for a while, and his heart is still a little empty. Every day, he asked Anthony if his son was okay, and although he received a so-called "nothing" reply, he always wanted to see Merlin in person......

Anthony didn't tell Sheldon where the kid was, it was a mistake on his part, otherwise he would have secretly gone to Merlin, and there would have been no need to ask the fat man every day. Of course, he knew that the fat man was obviously not having a good time, and just by looking at the way he was busy and his eyes were sunken, he could feel the tiredness that came to his face.

What exactly was he worried about? According to what he had said earlier, it was evident that it had been his life's work to build and maintain Paradise Lost, and that his own efforts were now shining in a new light before his eyes, and that he should have embodied a sense of joy and pride. Why is it this sloppy and sloppy look now?

Sheldon remembered what Laurent had said about "time", and the uneasiness in his heart gradually condensed. Could it be that Anthony is in control of this kind of thing? This is not something that can be easily concealed...... If one is not careful, all of them will suffer from it!

He sat in his guest room, and immediately remembered the moo, and an unstable portal opened straight in front of him, and he could faintly see that there was a dusty storage room on the opposite side of the portal.

This is Sheldon's backhand, and before he left the Merlin Cult, he set up a teleportation technique in the hut where Merlin used to care for him. There are two objects to contract the teleportation technique, one is the property on Lilac Street, and the other is himself. He was able to perform teleportation somewhere on his side, and after receiving Merlin, he could quickly get out of danger with him.

The problem now is to find Merlin's location, which is not difficult, just go to Angola and ask him where the child is. Anyway, for Merlin's sake, even if he pulls down his face, there is no problem. After living with Merlin for so many years, the relationship between the two of them is naturally deep. There was nothing Sheldon could do for Merlin now, so he had to wonder what his little boy was doing.

Merlin was sitting next to Amani, waiting for Moore to report on the day. Several groups of people in the casino have come to the top of the hill and started an unprecedented fierce gamble with this "legendary gambling star", and all of them have lost without exception.

Amani didn't seem very happy, his face had stiffened since he lost the sword. Even if another sword appeared at his side behind him, it didn't pique his interest in the slightest. When looking at the newly acquired sword, Merlin always felt that Amani was not looking at a sword, but at a sword-shaped piece of dung.

"Mr. Amani, do you like that sword?" Merlin was so bored that he didn't have anything to say.

"Well, it's been with me for twenty or thirty years." Amani was stunned for a moment, and said rather unhappily, "Although this sword is okay, it is far from being compared to it." ”

"So, you really let him take it?"

Amani shrugged: "It'll come back on its own, but I don't know when it's going to come back...... That's the main reason I'm angry. ”

"Will it come back on its own?" Merlin nodded curiously, and took the tomatoes from the fruit bowl with ease.

"My magic sword is self-aware and will fly back...... But it depends on its mood. Amani knocked on the table angrily, "It's been three days, but why hasn't it flown back yet!" It seems that it is underrepaired! ”

Merlin laughed, Amani glared angrily, looking at the child's gloating appearance, but finally he also sighed and forcibly held himself back. However, Merlin was also very surprised by Amani's acting ability, he was two completely different people in front of the gamblers who came to challenge him, don't look at the straight face now, when his identity became a "legendary gambling star", the smile on his face instantly became pious and real.

But on second thought, it's normal that Amani's sword can't be retrieved. The power of fate in the missionary is obviously a high-level power, and even a person like him who controls time can't do anything about it, let alone a simple sword.

"This guy has a lot of money, and the title of 'Legendary Gambling Star' is just what he used back then......" said Nightmare Merlin, who knew a little about humans, "and something's coming." Although it controls less power than time and fate, it is not much worse. ”

"By the way, how did you know these things?" Márquez voiced his long-standing doubts, "What you say seems to be quite valid. ”

"This is because runic creatures are inherently aware of the power of runic laws. In the form of runic creatures, it will be more acute, but-"

Before the nightmare could finish speaking, Merlin's hands naturally covered his ears, and Amani was no exception. In fact, everyone in Paradise Lost was affected by the severe tinnitus, and those who had strong tolerance could still cover their ears, and those who were too late, or those who had poor tolerance, fell directly to the ground and convulsed, bursting out bright red blood from the seven orifices, rolling their eyes up, and fainting in a blink of an eye.

The bishop of the dissociation faction arrived.

His feet were on the ground, his body floating in the air, and he moved quickly and briskly into the gate of Paradise Lost. There were soaring white flames of light all over his body, causing the surrounding space to become extremely cramped, shrinking and rolling away. And behind him, a crumpled spatial crack wailed and slowly closed, and the tail rhyme of the summer solstice had long since disappeared under such a brutal force.

The moment he appeared, Dao Dao swept along the bishop's body in circles with a dissociating shockwave, sweeping everything around him. Whether it was the flowers and trees, or the pedestrians who had not yet had time to escape, they were all crushed into pale illusory powder by this violent impact. Fortunately, the range of the most violent impact was only more than ten meters in radius, otherwise the entire paradise lost would have been shattered under this catastrophe.

Syllable...... Bang Bang Bang ......

The bishop raised his hand, and the powder that filled the air suddenly coalesced, turning into black stones, and raining down. With a wave of his hand, the stone that fell from the sky fell into the crater that exploded when he fell. There were so many stones that they even overflowed from the pit and formed a hill directly at the entrance of Paradise Lost!

This is the power of the first-level magic weapon [Dissociation Hand], dissociation and creation. Everything in the world is equal, and they cannot be separated from the most basic runic elements in their composition. The Hand of Dissociation disassembles it, reassembles it, and finally condenses into lifeless stones that are stacked on the ground. This is the best way to save space and avoid trouble, and the Bishop must claim the blood of the gods in Paradise Lost as quickly as possible in order to keep the Dissociates alive, or even replace the primordials!

Screams and screams of pain suddenly spread, and everyone who was able to stand up had bruises on their foreheads, and they fled with all their strength into the depths of Paradise Lost. The violent impact continued in waves, and although there was no dissociative impact from the rune element, the stormy wind directly blew the slightly closer building to pieces. Flying strips of steel and wood in the air was equally fatal to pedestrians, turning them into long swords that thrust into the backs of the hapless bastards, protruding the bloody bones.

The scenes of cruelty and blood, the bishop of the dissociation faction saw it all. Although there was a flash of unbearability in his eyes, the determination that followed formed the light in his eyes, prompting his body to continue to advance towards the interior of Paradise Lost. After entering Paradise Lost, everyone's identity has become bandits, and killing bandits in the Land of Desire is a ubiquitous thing, which is not worth marveling at.

It's just that there may be more people killed this time.

"O my lord...... Where is the divine blood? The bishop's face was reverent, and his lips opened and closed slightly.

The surface of the glove cracked a mouth full of white teeth: "Just follow me." Don't worry about those ants, it's just a few small stumbling blocks on the road to success. ”

"Yes, my lord."

The bishop raised his hand again, and a gust of wind carried his body forward, and it flew directly in front of Anthony's inn!

"You...... Fuck, stop me! "This roar is like a wounded lion, extremely aggressive!

The bishop saw a flash in his eyes, and with a wave of his hand, a cold light that was thrown over was bent by the wind and plunged directly into the wall of a house. He fixed his eyes and saw that a shiny machete was embedded in the wall, and there were no cracks around it!

If he was stabbed by this knife, he would definitely die on the spot. And the person who threw this knife was none other than Anthony, who was naked and angry! He gasped for breath, and the glow of magic flowed up and down his body, and without saying a word, he pulled out the other two machetes from his stomach and jumped into the air without the slightest fear.

Anthony strained his waist and abdomen, slashed his knives in the air, slammed them twice, and threw them directly at the bishop. Before he could fall to the ground, two more machetes struck, following in the footsteps of the first two, and with four blades, they pierced through the air barrier and flew in front of him!

"Substitute punisher, give me the fuck out! Get rid of this uninteresting thing for me! Anthony's face flushed as he pulled out two more machetes and yelled at the hotel behind him.

Anthony stretched out his hand to drop the two machetes that flew back, and shouted into the depths of the alley, "And, my old friends, come out to pick up the guests!" ”

All of a sudden, all the "bandits" who stayed in Paradise Lost were trying to escape from this land of right and wrong. The paradise of bandits is now a mess, everyone doesn't want to die, so they are trying their best to make a struggle to decide their own life and death, one by one the hole cards are turned over, and the pedestrians on the road start teleportation techniques one after another and escape. In a matter of seconds, the road in front of the inn was empty, and only a few people were left to confront each other.

"Our old bones...... I guess I died here. ”

The old man who sold the stone carvings first appeared from the end of the street, and every time he clicked on the stone pavement with his cane, the ground could not bear the huge force and crackled, and the whole person jumped forward for a long distance. Behind him were stone carvings of different sizes and shapes. They rolled, jumped, and moved forward, no weaker than the gray-haired old man!

Then, those who sell grain, those who sell ore, and those who sell spices......

These are all allies who have formed a lifelong fate with Anthony, and this time, they are finally gathered together to protect the paradise lost where they will witness their growth.

The ground is shaking. Several shining stars appeared in the bishop's hands, one by one into the ground beneath him. His face was pale, his lips were clenched, and he seemed to be in great pain.

Boom Boom –

The pavement gradually heaved, and between the slabs of the slabs, a pure and clear golden light erupted like a clear spring.

Something is about to emerge from the bottom of Paradise Lost.