Merlin opened his eyes strangely and kept looking around, but he could only see the endless blue. The pain in his limbs was getting stronger and stronger due to the connection between the threads of time, and some beads of sweat could not help but appear on his body. This

This sound had appeared in his ears many times, but he had never been able to figure out where it came from.

According to this voice, this place was the depth of time. He only knew that before his consciousness returned, he was fighting the vision created by the divine blood on the dilapidated [Bandit Lost Paradise]. So.

, how on earth did he arrive at this place?

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

[Escape quickly, escape quickly! If you don’t want to be trapped in the depths of time, do whatever it takes and escape from this place! 】

The boy's limbs were bound by four slender threads of time, how could he escape easily? He had already tried to struggle, but apart from scarring his body and suffering mental pain, there was no sign of escape. And this

Why do familiar voices keep letting me escape?

Merlin felt the pain, and immediately struggled harder. Correspondingly, the increasingly tight thread of time cut deeply into his limbs, and bright red blood fell to the ground one after another, mixed with painful sweat beads.

Together, they were quickly absorbed by the blue ground.

[This is just an illusory world...but this is also a real world! Your broken limbs will be reborn, your broken body will be nourished, and if you don't escape in time, your heart will stay in the pores of time forever.

middle......】

Where is this place... Who conveyed these sentences to him? Where is Merlin? Why did he call for so long but failed to get a response from him...

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

It hurts... it hurts!

The illusory lines were deeply embedded in Merlin's wrists. There were tears in Merlin's dark golden pupils, and the tears of bitterness and grievance continued to flow from his eyes. His flesh and blood were cut open by the thin and sharp lines, becoming more and more

Deep, to the bone.

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, and his bloody limbs were torn apart.

Behind him, there seemed to be four bloody things that were his burden.

The thread of time is getting tighter and tighter, and a crackling tremor is constantly spreading from the body. The bones of Merlin's hands and feet have been gradually shredded by the thread of time. This kind of pain is unbearable and inexplicable, but

He actually endured it silently - even though he couldn't say a word.

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

Once separated from the big clock, the thread of time extending from the clock seemed to go crazy, whipping the surrounding blue barrier wildly, actually tearing it apart into gray cracks! The whipping became faster and faster,

The azure space quickly disappeared without a trace, and Merlin's broken body was inevitably hit several times, and his body was already covered in scars.

Merlin's body could no longer feel anything. The only thing he could use was his eyes. In this situation, he could only see a chaotic and ruined gray.

He is falling. His limbs are falling, his body is falling, and his soul is falling. But his eyes are suspended in the highest and most distant place.

Merlin was watching everything. His vision had transcended the realm of time, and he was experiencing all of this without any expression or character between the pores of time.

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

He saw Angola showing off his skills on the gambling table; he also saw Sheldon's entanglement and hesitation when executing the punishment agent; he also saw William retaining a careful and unruly heart behind his generosity and simplicity;

He also saw Laurent working tirelessly day and night for his dream; finally, he saw Anthony doing his best to build and protect the Lost Paradise.

Merlin could not see his presence in any scene.

He seemed to understand something. His eyes hanging high on the other side of time and space were like a shooting star crossing the sky, falling brightly. The majestic power of time shattered into mottled milky white light strips, filling the moment and each other wantonly and melodiously.

Between the carved gaps and the broken body, threads of time emerged. Carefully, he reached out and gathered the palms and soles of his feet that were falling around him, and finally reattached them to the body.

The dark golden eyes gradually became brighter, and the hollow expression was gradually filled with something profound. The eyes falling from the sky finally landed on Merlin's empty face. The moment the eyes and face matched, he

Her facial features were like hibiscus emerging from the water. They first had a thick outline, and then became fuller and more marked.

Merlin is now tired, in pain, but also happy. He also feels another existence in time, but it is too illusory and too vague, so that he cannot accurately point out whether he is in the middle of time.

There was silence in the long river.

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

Marquez immediately yelled: "What the hell are you doing!"

"We were not in the same time and space just now. You should have heard the cry I conveyed to you earlier, right?"

"But that voice didn't sound like you at all." Marquez calmed down slightly, "I thought you were dead."

"I can't die. Sounds and thoughts will inevitably be distorted when they travel through time and space. Even souls will inevitably be distorted when they travel through time and space. It's actually not surprising that the voice has changed slightly." Merlin said naturally.

"But I feel like I have heard this sound many, many times... but I can't remember it."

"If you can't remember it, there's no need to remember it." Merlin said quickly, "You should have experienced the power of divine blood. If you don't separate your nature from divinity, it will be impossible to separate it from the depths of time.

Take it off."

Marquez immediately said: "What are you hiding from me?"

"Oh." Merlin just pretended to be dead, "I'm going back soon. I believe you have prepared countermeasures, right?"

"I'll keep asking you," Marquez said. "I don't want to be you."

Marquez felt Merlin's soul jump suddenly, probably because of his words. He was probably stimulated by his words. This guy really didn't mean what he meant.

The sights in front of the boy became more and more numerous. The brilliance of the world was sprayed out in front of him like a barrage, and the strong wind slapped his face. The black petals were shattered into powder under the impact of time, and they appeared from the corner of Merlin's eyes.

Paddling by. This time, he was not witnessing the regression of time, but floating rapidly in the river of time.

But he was not able to go back to the scene where he was standing next to Sheldon when he entered the Lost Paradise. Instead, he fell directly into himself sitting upright on the chair when he was guessing with Angora.

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

"Boy, what are you doing?" William said with a smile, "Isn't it just guessing? Come on!"

He saw the loneliness in Angola's eyes, and he also saw himself who was slightly absent-minded in his eyes.

"Three, two, one!"

With a loud shout, two hands stretched out.

Angora pulled out the stone and Merlin pulled out the scissors.
Chapter completed!