Chapter 961: 15. The Voice of the Raven

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In the dream world, the golden castle stands still.
But the beautiful garden in front of the castle is gone, and replaced by a tree like a demon.
Low, twisted, and grim.
Just like a black stone pillar, it was planted in a complex magic circle.
It stretches out thousands of vines.
Those black, like fire-burned vines grow in all directions, forming a black crown like a cobweb.
There are dark red spells on those vines, and the power of nightmares jumps among those shining spells, making the scenery of this extremely beautiful dream world all gloomy and weird.
It's like jumping from spring to late autumn and winter.
Except for the fallen leaves that were not covered with the ground, everything around was very killing.
The Nightmare Tree still draws substantial nightmares from the dimension of dreams, but after the nightmare was born in another world, the nightmares that overflowed from the dream world have been much less.
Especially after the dream door in front of the nightmare tree was destroyed by Odin's angry thunder, the dream door connecting the two areas collapsed completely.
This completely separates the nightmare from its nightmare dimension.
It's like a king expelled from his own country.
Unable to return to the nightmare dimension.
Nightmares never want to devour the world.
Zatana's adventure plan was successful.
The price is that she almost died in the golden thunder that destroyed more than half of Nifurheim.
She is very tired now, very tired.
But the wound on the body is not so painful anymore.
Miss Magician was lying on the deck chair at the edge of the nightmare tree, wearing only simple black underwear, with bruised or pierced wounds everywhere on her body.
A guy wearing a black hood, a thin figure, and a lingering look, is treating her wounds.
Zatana tried to keep herself from falling asleep.
She leaned back on the recliner and stared straight at the person in front of her.
As if blinking, he will disappear completely, just like the last farewell.
"Why look at me like this?"
Merlin reached out and dropped a healing spell on Zatana's arm.
He still has some bandages and sutures on his hands. These things are not uncommon in this world of Zatana and his dreams.
"They all said you were dead."
Zatana said in a hoarse and tired voice:
"I don't think you are dead, you will not die, it seems I guessed right."
"This depends on what you think."
Merlin answered calmly:
"In the traditional sense, I am indeed dead."
"But you are still here!"
Zatana stubbornly said:
"Unless I think you think you're crazy, and when I didn't notice it, you created an illusion in the dream world, you..."
"is that true?"
"You can touch it."
Merlin raised his head, and under the black hood, he smiled.
He says:
"But we don't have much time, Zatana. I'm not lucky to meet high-level fear demons every day."
"Ok?"
When Zatana heard Merlin's words, she blinked and said:
"Dread Demon? Are you in now?"
"Correct."
Merlin held Zatana's hand and he said softly:
"Just in the scorched earth plain between the Nuhe Shouyue River and the Grieving River Distressed River, in the cracks of the fifth hell, it is said to be just below the Lucifer Hell."
"It is specifically used to exile souls that no one is willing to accept. It is a very special dimension of hell. I have been in that ghost place for a while."
"The time flow rate there is not normal, so I am not sure how long it has been."
"6 months!"
Zatana rubbed her sore forehead. She said:
"You have been dead for 6 months."
"Oh, that's okay."
Merlin smiled softly.
He stood up and walked behind Zatana, stretched out and placed it on Miss Magician's forehead.
While gently massaging, the magic power was gently input into her body to relieve her fatigue.
He says:
"When I went out today, I was very lucky to meet a high-level fear demon wandering around. You know, that kind of demon also has the ability to dream."
"So I'borrowed' its body for a while and wanted to come back to see you, and I saw you ran to death."
"I am not."
Zatana pouted, she said:
"The nightmare was sent to Asgard by me, where a personalized consciousness was born. It tried to be born in this world and was also stopped by Odin."
"That villain is trapped there, as long as it does not return to Earth, it can no longer penetrate our dream world, we are safe... the world that you have been protecting is safe."
"It's a bit risky, but it's worth it."
"You also started to learn that I protect the world? It really touched me...but how long can you trap it?"
Merlin said softly:
"One year? Two years?"
"It doesn't make sense, Zatana. The Sandman gave you and me 7 years to deal with the nightmare. You just can't solve the problem by exiling it."
"What should I do?"
Miss Magician snorted and said dissatisfiedly:
"You left me here alone, let me face the nightmare alone, I am just a weak woman, I can do this step is already very good."
"Don't make trouble."
"Aren't I coming back?"
Merlin's fingers stroked Zatana's cheek, and the cold touch of the ghost made Zatana shudder.
She held Merlin's finger with her backhand and pressed it tightly against her neck and face.
"This time, are you still going?"
Zatana asked.
Merlin did not answer immediately. After a few seconds, he said softly:
"This time, don't leave, I will accompany you to the end... nothing can stop us anymore."
"it is good."
There was a faint smile on Zatana's face. She said:
"I will believe you again."
"But then again, you are being held in and need me to find someone to find a way to release you?"
Miss Magician said:
"If you want to turn on hell, I may need some time to prepare."
"no no."
Merlin leaned over and kissed Zatana's forehead. He said:
"The dimension that trapped me is a strange place that cannot be opened from the outside. How to leave from there is something I have to consider."
"Zatanna, I need you to help me do something else."
He lowered his voice and said to Zatana:
"What you see is only a third of my soul."
"Ok?"
Miss Magician looked back at Merlin in surprise.
Under the black hood, the ghost's face was somewhat erratic, pale and very unhealthy, but the soul's entity existed and did not appear missing.
She frowned and said:
"Are you sure? You look quite complete, and there is no trace of being cut."
"My soul is different from ordinary people."
Merlin explained:
"It's bigger than other people's soul..."
"In that farewell ceremony, I cut my soul with some kind of black magic and cut it into 3 pieces, so as to ensure that under no circumstances would I be truly exterminated."
"My other two souls are sealed in two Horcruxes."
Merlin's body phantomly crossed the chaise lounge and appeared beside Zatana. He hugged Miss Magician behind him, who leaned his head on Merlin's shoulder in coordination.
The posture of the two is very, very ambiguous.
But unfortunately, these two people can't do anything else...
Merlin came to the dream world as a ghost, and he could not present the entity.
"The Horcrux?"
Zatana frowned and said:
"It's not a good thing when you hear it."
"Yes, it is not."
Merlin sighed softly, he said:
"The soul should follow the rules of nature and maintain the unity of the whole. Forcibly splitting it will have very serious consequences, but the situation at that time...I can't think about more."
"In short, I need you to help me find the two Horcruxes I left behind."
"After this piece of my soul escaped from and returned to the present world, a special blood-bone recovery ritual was used to reunite the fragmented me into one."
"After that ceremony, I will achieve a true "resurrection" on both spiritual and physical levels."
Merlin played with Zatana's long hair with his fingers, he said:
"After that, I will start to solve the nightmare problem...really solve it."
Under the hood, a flash of cold light flashed in his gray eyes, he said:
"I already have a plan."
"I will help you."
Zatana didn't hesitate too much, she closed her eyes and hugged Merlin in love.
This guy's body is very light, like a gust of wind, a cloud, no longer has the sense of solidity before.
He must be suffering now.
As a mystic spellcaster, Zatana has never heard of the Horcrux.
But she can understand what happens when a complete soul is split.
Forever hunger, thirst.
Without being in contact with the real thing, a ray of slightly strong sunlight is enough to let his soul fly away.
There is also pain, the pain that remains after the soul is torn, which is enough to distort a person's will.
"Where is your Horcrux?"
Zatana yawned. She was injured a little bit seriously. She urgently needed a break. She cheered up and asked:
"In your relics?"
"Not here."
Merlin shook his head, he said:
"It's a little too conspicuous to be there. There were a lot of people watching me. I had to reduce the risk. I put them in other places."
"The secret weapon of the Bloodstone family, a blood-red crystal cross, was placed in the Church of St. Matthew in the Hell's Kitchen and was kept by Father Paul for me."
Merlin's finger stroked on Zatana's earlobe, he said:
"You just need to tell the priest that you can pick it up and get it."
"The second...Icarus."
Merlin leaned on the recliner, he whispered:
"A pair of glasses made by Zhenjin, which has an artificial intelligence that is familiar to me. Before the war, I sent it out of the battlefield, and it should still be in the hands of my subordinates."
"It may not be so easy for you to find it, but I believe they will keep it for me."
"Ok."
Zatana buries her head in Merlin’s arms, she said:
"I sleep for a while, and when I wake up, I immediately go to find it."
"No, you rest first."
Merlin's finger flicked on Zatana's cheek, he said:
"You are badly hurt, and you are not in a hurry to wait after you recover. I returned earlier than I expected, so the problem is not serious."
"What's more, I still need to find a way to leave the bound hell, that is not a simple matter."
"Then I will tell your friends and loved ones that you are still alive?"
Zatana looked up and she looked at Merlin's eyes. She asked:
"They are very sad, they gave you a funeral, I saw them, they all weep for you..."
"how about you?"
Merlin put his hand on Zatana's delicate chin. He raised the face in front of him. He said:
"Did you cry for me?"
"What do you say?"
Miss Magician blinked, she said:
"After you died, I never wasted my tears again..."
"Hahaha"
Merlin smiled happily. He reached out and hugged Zatana. He said:
"Don't tell them first, it's not hiding with bad taste."
"Those forces have left this world, but the remaining ones are still there. I have some friends, but there are definitely more enemies than friends."
"If they know the raven will come back, then they will do their best to stop you, there is no doubt about it."
"I don't want to let you take risks for me again."
"call"
When a gust of wind blew, Merlin's figure was like smoke blown away by the wind. He frowned and looked at his floating body. He said to Zatana:
"That fear can't hold it...I should go."
He stretched out his dissipated hand, stroking Zatana's long hair, his body leaned forward, and the lips of the two were close together.
Merlin said softly:
"Take a good rest, Zatana. I look forward to our next reunion..."
"6 months!"
At the moment when Merlin's figure was about to dissipate, Zatana suddenly blinked and she whispered:
"24 times... count this time, 25 times..."
"The next time you meet, you have to give it back to me!"
"Wow"
There was an indescribable expression on Merlin's illusory face.
He smiled and tried to kiss Zatana's forehead.
His figure was blown away by the wind, and those flickering dots revolved around Zatana, and finally landed on her forehead, like a kind joke.
Merlin is gone.
But he is still alive.
"Well..."
Miss Magician stood up and stretched a little tremblingly.
Her mood became very good.
She looked at the light at the back of the castle, and then looked back at the quiet nightmare tree, with a sincere smile on her face.
"Sleep for a while..."
Zatana yawned. She walked to her castle. She said:
"Then it's time to work."
The wind blew up Miss Magician's long hair. Black long hair fluttered around her cheeks, and Zatana reached out and pulled her hair behind her ears.
At this moment, her eyes were full of charm.
she says:
"Merlin..."
"Welcome home."
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