Merlin swallowed nervously, his body urging him to step back, the sooner the better!

But...... Something was watching him. There should be a lot of things, things that can't even be called human, staring at him, looking at him, digging into him with their own spirits.

The little boy's face turned pale, and he looked at his "father" in fear, only to find that he had turned his head stiffly, looking at himself almost dementedly. There was a gap in the center of his eyebrows, blood splattered, and a pure black eyeball opened in the middle. He adjusted to the blood-dappled eye socket a little, and then looked at himself intently.

"You...... What the hell is it! Merlin was startled, his feet were unsteady, and he staggered and fell to the ground, "No...... Don't come here! ”

A puddle of sticky saliva flowed from the corners of Sheldon's mouth, his eyes were blank, and the eyes in the center of his forehead narrowed slightly, not blinking, just looking at himself in fear. Merlin quickly turned his head and saw that Anthony and William behind him were also like Laurent, who had become strange at first, and they also had an eye on their foreheads that did not belong to them, and their necks were twisted unnaturally towards him, and they were looking at themselves motionlessly with their pure black pupils.

"What the hell is going on!" Márquez was on the verge of collapse again, fear filling his heart, "I'm going back...... Why can't even Laurent get the blood of the gods to make the ending happy......"

"Things are in trouble...... God is now justifying Himself in this world through the power of the runes created by Laurent. Merlin's tone was also very frightened, "But He has the same power as we do, and I'm afraid He won't let us go back to the past smoothly." ”

"So what should I do? Sheldon, what the hell happened to them? ”

Nightmare calmly deduces, "Dead, I don't have to worry about them anymore." Beware of your own body, this is likely to be the main way that the incomplete [Didama Pupil] appears in the world. ”

Suddenly, everyone around him stretched out their hands and stiffly opened their lips, hissing, empty from the depths of their blood-filled throats: "Merlin...... Merlin...... Merlin! ”

"No, don't come here!" Merlin yelled loudly, just to stop being so afraid, "Get out of here!" ”

I only heard the boy break his breath, and his delicate little hand waved down from above, and the fiery magic bullets swung out from between, and one by one the magic patterns emerged from under Merlin's skin, injecting all the hot magic power into the magic bullets! The recoil of the powerful orb of magic caused him to fall backwards involuntarily, and the hoarse wind was swept away by the projectile, which struck Laurent in the head.

Syllable!

Laurent's jaw jerked upward, his skull instantly blurred with blood, his gray hair was torn apart by the magic bullet, and even his skull was burned to ashes by the blazing torrent. Half of the flesh shrunk, the stench of burnt meat drifted up to the sky with the blood mist, the liquid in the eyeballs was instantly roasted, the eye sockets sunken in a blink of an eye, and the loose skin and flesh began to crack and dry, peeling off from the surface one by one.

The bullet struck him in the head, and then bounced off his skull, and then fell to the ground, and the sky was full of flying ash, and huge flames rose into the sky, and the scorching whirlwind washed away everything in Laurent, but it did not stop him. No matter how serious the injury was, the open eyeballs at the center of his eyebrows were still not damaged in the slightest, and the pupils composed of endless black rings stared at the angry and frightened Merlin with deep and serenity, and there was no ripple in the bloody and blurred eyes.

"Mei ...... Lin ......"

Even so, the wind poured into his chest to form the name of the zombie that stinked intermittently, and the ensuing magic bullets even broke Laurent's chest.

"Hmm, hmm!"

Merlin's eyes widened, and he turned his head sharply, his shoulders were grabbed, and there were more than one! He only felt his body lose momentum, stiffening and crumbling little by little. The control of his body was rapidly receding, his soul and body were almost separated, and the sticky cold licked the still warm soul at once.

His body was grabbed by all the "Three-Eyed Men" present. Laurent grabbed his hands, Anthony pinched his shoulders, William grabbed his feet, and Sheldon plucked his eye sockets. The smell of rust poured into Merlin's nostrils, and his eyes gradually reflected the growing black pupils. Behind them, a thick membrane of flesh had grown over the True Eye, and viscous blood was dripping from the bottom of the flesh faster or slower. The power of time is truly manifesting itself in the ruined Paradise Lost.

The "father" is looking at himself. No, it was "Him" in the center of his forehead who was looking at him.

Merlin's eyes oozed tears from dryness, moistening the parched skin and sliding down his chin until the nape of his neck. He could see the wriggling and twisting black rings in his pupils, layered on top of each other, turning backwards and backwards from time to time, and in the depths of these rings there seemed to be something more mysterious.

Merlin...... Merlin...... Merlin! 】

A reverberation hit Merlin's soul, and the boy's godless eyes suddenly brightened, and he began to cry and struggle in pain, but there was no way to get out of this damn place. His hands shot out a line of time, and he tried to go back in time, but received no response.

Merlin itched in the center of his forehead, and then there was a dull pain, followed by a breath that was even more intense. His flesh was stretched open, and the sounds made within his body could be felt even if he didn't have ears.

Crunch...... Crunch...... Burst!

Something popped out of his forehead. And at that moment, in the single eye in front of Merlin, the black rings of mountains shrank and faded out one by one, revealing the most real appearance of this pupil. The chaotic black became clear and deep, and the chains interlocked in the pupils. He tried to see what was locked between the chains, but he could only see the golden glow and the bright red figure in the center, and his vision quickly dimmed, and his consciousness gradually retreated to the deepest part of the sea of knowledge.

When Merlin woke up, there was nothing but a clear blue in front of him. He couldn't speak, and he lost his lips. He was likewise unable to breathe because he had lost his nasal passages. He couldn't listen because his ears were gone. He could only observe, and all he could see was a quiet, damn blue.

Márquez turned his head to look as he called out to Merlin, as his wrists and ankles were suspended by an illusory thread. He didn't know where he was right now, or what he was supposed to do.

He was on the dial of a large clock, and his limbs became the hands of the clock, and now time and space were stagnant. These threads, which hang himself from the clock, are the threads of time that he uses repeatedly. It helped William kill the Bishop of the Primordial School, as well as Laurent to take the blood from the Miracle Statue. But it was this thread of time that became the rope that bound him to time.

Merlin struggled to break free, and his limbs were bleeding from these thin, thin lines, and endless pain flowed into his mind. He could only watch as the blood from his body slid down the blue ground, drop by drop. As soon as the blood fell to the ground, it rippled bright red, and when the ripples disappeared, his blood disappeared without a trace.

What to do......

Marquez, or Merlin now, doesn't know what to do. Confusion filled his heart. He was tied to a large bell and stayed there so illusory. He wanted to use the power of his time, but it was as if everything had lost touch with him. He was the only one in the depths of time. Moreover, the line of time that hung his limbs up seemed to be getting tighter and tighter.

Merlin looked into the depths of the azure space, his eyes so blank that he seemed to have lost the motivation to do anything. Or rather, he's just a complete spectator.

At this moment, the azure space began to vibrate violently, and Merlin raised his head, only to find that a voice was faintly sounding from his soul, and it was getting louder and louder!

[Get out of here...... Run...... Do whatever it takes to escape from the depths of time! 】