Merlin's eyes opened strangely wide, and he kept looking around, but all he could see was an endless blue, and the pain in his limbs was getting stronger and stronger under the link of time, and some beads of sweat could not help but appear on his body. The sound had been heard by him many times, but he had never been able to know where it came from.

According to this sound, this is the depths of time. All he knew was that before his consciousness returned, he was fighting against the vision created by the blood of the gods on the dilapidated Paradise Lost. So, how the hell did he get to this place?

After he thought for a moment, the very familiar sound echoed in his mind again.

[Hurry up, run away!] If you don't want to be trapped in the depths of time, you should try to escape this place as soon as possible! 】

The boy's limbs were bound by four slender threads of time, how could he easily escape? He had already tried to struggle, but there was no escape from it, except for the physical scars and mental anguish of his body. And why does this familiar voice keep letting itself escape?

Merlin struggled harder as he ate the pain. Correspondingly, the tightening thread of time squeezed deep into his limbs, and the bright red blood slid down to the ground one after another, mixed with beads of painful sweat, but was quickly absorbed by the azure ground.

[This is just an illusory world...... But it's also the real world! Your broken limbs will be reborn, your broken shells will be nourished, and if you don't escape in time, your mind will remain forever in the pores of time......]

What the hell is this place....... Who exactly conveyed these statements to him? Where is Merlin again? Why did he call for so long, but he didn't get a response......

But now he can only listen, isn't he?

It hurts...... It hurts, it hurts!

The illusory lines were deeply embedded in Merlin's wrist, and a little tear appeared in Merlin's dark golden pupils, and tears of sour grievance continued to flow from his eyes. His flesh was cut by slender and sharp lines, deeper and deeper until it reached the white bones.

Merlin didn't even dare to look at his fleshy wrist, the pain had even solidified in his mind, and he began to quickly become numb. He struggled mechanically, twisting his chest forward desperately, his bloody limbs being pulled behind him, as if four blood-stained things were a burden to him.

The thread of time tightened more and more, and a tremor of clicking and clicking continued to spread from his body, and the bones of Merlin's hands and feet had been gradually shredded by this thread of time. The pain was unbearable, inexplicable, but he endured it in silence—though he couldn't say a word.

His body, his hands and feet finally said goodbye, and the time thread tightened to the extreme, cutting off his hands and feet, and because of this, he slowly fell from under the bell.

Once out of this big bell, the line of time extending from the bell seemed to go crazy, frantically whipping the blue barrier around it, and actually tearing it open the gray cracks! The whipping became faster and faster, and the azure space quickly disappeared, and Merlin's broken body was inevitably pumped several times, and his body was already scarred.

Merlin's body couldn't feel anything anymore. The only thing he could use was his own eyes, and in this situation, he could only see a chaotic and dilapidated gray.

He's falling. His limbs are falling, his body is falling, and his soul is falling. But his eyes were hovering in the highest, farthest places.

Merlin was watching everything. His vision has transcended the realm of time, and he is going through it all without expression and without character between the pores of time.

A ray of silver-blue light broke through the dark gray of confusion, and countless scenes from the past, present, and future crossed Merlin's eyes.

He saw Angola at the table; He also saw Sheldon's tangle and hesitation in executing the substitute; He also saw that William had a careful and uninhibited heart behind his generosity and simplicity; He also saw Laurent working tirelessly day and night for her dreams; Eventually, he saw Anthony doing his best to build and protect Paradise Lost.

Merlin didn't see his presence in any of the scenes.

He seemed to understand something, and his eyes hanging high on the other side of time and space were like a meteor in the sky, falling brightly. The majestic power of time shattered into mottled milky white bands of light, wantonly and melodiously filled the gap between this moment and the other moment. Strands of time sprouted from the shattered shell, and he cautiously poked his head out to bring the falling palms and soles of his feet together, and finally brought them back to his body.

The dark golden eyes gradually brightened, and the hollow and feeble look was filled little by little by something deep, and the eyes that fell from the sky finally fell on Merlin's empty face. The moment his eyes met his face, his facial features were like a hibiscus on the surface, first with a thick outline, and then with a plump sign.

Merlin was now tired, miserable, but also joyful. He also felt another being in time, but it was too illusory and too vague for him to pinpoint whether He was silent in the long river of time.

"Marquez, Marquez! Are you okay? Merlin's voice immediately returned to Marquez's side.

Márquez immediately rebuked: "What the hell are you doing! ”

"We weren't on the same plane just now, you should have heard the cry I conveyed to you earlier, right?"

"But that voice doesn't sound like you at all." Márquez breathed a little, "I thought you were dead." ”

"I can't die, voices and thoughts will inevitably be distorted through time and space, and even souls will inevitably be distorted through time and space, and the voice will change slightly, which is actually not surprising." Merlin said naturally.

"But I feel like I've heard this voice many, many times...... But I can't remember anything. ”

"If you can't remember, you don't have to remember." Merlin hurriedly said, "You should have already experienced the power of divine blood, if you don't separate your nature from the divine nature, then it is impossible to pull it out from the depths of time." ”

Márquez immediately said, "You have something to hide from me. ”

"Oh." Merlin directly pretended to be dead, "I'm going back soon, I'm sure you've got a countermeasure, aren't you?" ”

"I'll keep asking you later." "I don't want to be you," Márquez said. ”

Márquez felt Merlin's soul jump suddenly, presumably stimulated by his words. This guy is really inconsistent.

The sight before the boy became more and more numerous, the brilliance of the world spewed out in front of him like a cannon, and the wind beat his face. The black petals shattered into powder under the impact of time, and swept through the corners of Merlin's eyes. This time, instead of witnessing the regression of time, he drifted quickly in the river of time.

But instead of being able to go back to the scene when he was standing next to Sheldon when he entered Paradise Lost, he fell directly into himself sitting upright in a chair when he was playing a fist with Angola.

"Hmm!" Merlin's eyes suddenly blurred, and he quickly recovered, and he looked in front of him, then behind him, and then touched his body with both hands.

"Boy, what are you doing?" William smiled and said, "Isn't it just guessing boxing?" Get out! ”

He saw the loneliness in Angola's eyes, and he also saw the slightly distracted self in his eyes.

"Three, two, one!"

With a snap, two hands reached out to one place.

Ango pulled out the rock, Merlin pulled out the scissors.

He lost.