The crazy attack finally came to an end, and there are still some aftermaths on the utopia that need to be dealt with.

But generally speaking, this troublesome thing has come to an end.

At night, Meilin walked into the storage room of the mysterious house. He placed the crystal bottle in his hand on the stone platform in the storage room, then took a step back and looked at the several platforms in front of him.

This is where he stores his collections, and only the most important or dangerous things in Merlin's hands will be placed here.

For example, the Scarty Warhammer placed on the first table, the golden warhammer is like a quaint work of art.

It is placed horizontally on the stone platform, and purple arcs linger on the weapon, representing its extraordinaryness.

This is a creature who fears evil gods.

Merlin would never use it if it was not necessary.

On the second table is a crimson gem, which comes from another evil god, the mysterious crimson Lord Sethorac.

According to legend, as long as you hold this crimson gem in your hand, you can face the most mysterious and lazy evil god in the multiverse.

If it can be recognized, it can gain powerful impact power in an instant.

This is also the source of power of the thug Red Tank, once known as the "Impact God of Destruction".

This thing is powerful, but also dangerous. Just like the Scati Warhammer, Merlin will never use it at critical moments.

There are a lot of things on the third platform.

Green bells, silver wheels and red cans, three ancient things are like primitive man-made objects from ancient times. They have no beauty at all, but they have a breath from the wilderness.

These three things together form the Three Magical Weapons, which are said to be stored in them.

No one knows their names in this era.

Their legend has also been forgotten for a long time.

But if someone shakes the green bell, wipes the silver wheel, and worships the red can at the same time, then he will temporarily break the seal of the three demon weapons and make a contract with the three demon kings, and can have the power of the three demon kings for 100 years...

Of course, just like all stories related to demons and devils.

After 100 years, those with power will die, and the three demons will be released. After 100 years of freedom, they will be resealed in the three demon weapons.

If this legend is true, it means that the powerful man who sealed the three demons was really full of evil interests.

The things placed on the fourth platform do not have much power.

It is more like a real work of art than the first three.

It was a vampire skeleton, complete skull and limbs, and the wings of white bones.

Each bone shines with a blood-red halo, like a chandelier full of artistic and evil in the darkness.

Well, this is the skeleton of the legendary vampire Dracula. It is very likely that it is not Dracula's oldest body. After all, it has been in love with the Bloodstone family for nearly a thousand years, but it has been crushed and ashes for countless times.

But the skeleton that can carry Dracula's soul must be extraordinary.

Although this thing is somewhat unrealistic compared to Merlin's first three collections, as one of the most difficult enemies Merlin has ever defeated, it is also a good idea to put this skeleton in the collection room.

But after looking closely, this skeleton lacks the leg bone of the left leg, which makes it look a bit disharmonious...

This is normal.

Its left leg bone was held in Merlin's hand and was made into "Saint Van Gonza Power" by Xuanlan. Only such high-level materials can accommodate a complete hell barrier inside.

Finally, there is the fifth platform.

Above is a crystal bottle filled with dark liquid.

It looks ordinary and has no place to pay attention to at all, but if you listen to it with a higher spiritual vision, it is easy to hear the soul wailing in the crystal bottle.

That's a crazy attack.

Onslater, a dark life born in the will of the world's most powerful psychic abilities.

It was completely peeled from Professor Charles' soul by Riana.

In a sense, Merlin finally fulfilled his agreement with Kuanggang.

The attack was free, and it was freed from Charles' entanglement of will.

Of course, this way of becoming a lonely ghost.

Probably because it was born from Charles' will, attacking the stripped soul, and also possesses some strange abilities.

When it was placed on the stone platform, the entire storage room was filled with the strange whisper.

Of course, this guy is like a parasite, and it must have a host to exist.

"Well... I'm still a little shivering."

Merlin looked at his empty storage room, rubbing his chin, feeling a little dissatisfied with his own years of collecting such valuable things.

Actually, if you think about it carefully, Merlin still has a lot of good things in his hands.

For example, the ancient symbiosis Beowulf, and the Icarus equipped with the most advanced artificial intelligence...

Uh, nothing more.

"Oh...the mysterious house is still not worthy of its name."

Merlin shook his head, he glanced at the empty storage room with some regret, and turned around and left here.

With the sound of the door closing, the storage room returned to quiet.

"Melin!Melin! I want to kill you! I want..."

The soul of the mad attacking roared and screamed in this little black house, trying to spread its perception.

But just when it came into contact with other things on the stone platform, several voices of either low like thunder, suppressed like an abyss, or crazy like a madman sounded almost at the same time.

"Shut up!"

"Noisy! Kill you!"

"Come on, come on, come on and play with the three demons! So lonely..."

The crazy attack consciousness was broken and hit three times in a row, like a beaten child, and soon he retracted his heart into the bottle.

ah...

Big boss!

They are all big shots!

Can't afford to offend, can't afford to offend...

On the other side, Merlin sat on the sofa in the hall of the mysterious house. In the warm flames burning in the fireplace, he took out the rune magic Script obtained from Asgard's queen Friga and continued to study the magic knowledge belonging to Asgard.

The Rune of Lun, this strange spell casting form, makes Merlin seem to have found a new world. These runes with special power can be combined at will to achieve completely different effects.

Just like the various magic seal carvings used by enchantists, it adds magical effects to magical items.

Of course, after getting familiar with thousands of Lun runes, this kind of runes that can be written with magic is much more convenient to use than the magic seal carving of enchantists.

This kind of knowledge originating from outside the domain is not easy to learn, but it is not difficult for a self-taught great wizard to learn this knowledge.

It does not require special talent support like occultism. It can be learned and mastered with just effort.

However, just as Merlin was immersed in the acquisition of this new knowledge, an irresistible sleepiness came.

He reached out and took off his glasses, then closed the magic script in his hand, leaned his head against the sofa, and closed his eyes.

The next moment, a familiar sense of fall came.

It was like falling from the clouds, falling towards the earth under the pull of gravity, but Merlin was not panicked, he was used to this feeling.

After a moment of falling, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, as if he was hovering in the fog, or as if he had fallen into the light clouds. Meilin spread his arms and he was lying in the sky.

In the clouds in front of him, Miss Zatanna, who was not in a wisp, walked towards him with enchanting steps, and the faint clouds blocked her perfect body.

Half-covered and half-covered, it looks full of temptation.

"Um"

She bent down and knelt beside Merlin, then lowered her head and kissed him on the lips.

After a deep kiss full of breath, Merlin gently stroked Zatanna's smooth long black hair, and he whispered:

"The crazy attack...I have to thank you."

“Just help each other.”

Zatanna's vague voice came from her side, as if she was swallowing something, she said:

"If you really want to thank me, just use your snacks on nightmare matters."

Merlin closed her eyes and felt the beautiful feeling, he said:

"Mystery, that's your field...I can only handle the fight part. After you collect enough information, we can formulate... Hiss...be gentle..."

“There is too little information about nightmare.”

Zatanna waved her hair and wiped the corner of her mouth.

As the clouds rolled, she sat on Meilin's waist. She looked down at Meilin from a high place, and she said:

"I'm trying my best to collect it, but maybe when necessary, I'll use that damn parchment."

"yes."

Merlin looked at Zatanna's long hair shaking in the shaking of her body, and he whispered:

"That guy with bad taste may be waiting for us to ask for help. But do you really think this is a good idea? Looking at our current situation, do you still think we should continue to use it?"

"Um?"

Zhatanna, with a rosy complexion, stopped her movements, she looked at Merlin, she plucked her hair and said:

"Do you think this is not good now?"

"Not good for you."

Merlin whispered:

“It’s not good enough for me.”

"Shit...man!"

Miss Magician curled her lips and said:

"I'm still good at getting a cheaper one... I always want to get out of here before things get worse. If you were willing to open your heart and have a good chat with me, we wouldn't be in this situation."

"It's not that I don't want to."

Merlin pointed helplessly at his head, and he said:

"There are so many secrets here, like a heavy burden, and I want to open my mind to talk, but I can't do that."

"So you've been living a depressed life."

Zatanna said:

"Have you ever lived a truly free life one day?"

"Have you ever felt real relaxation for a moment in your life? You didn't, Merlin, so your soul smelled of fatigue, and it was a little overwhelmed."

As she spoke, the magician stretched her body. She stood up, walked aside, and lay beside Merlin in a very seductive posture.

She shook her head and supported her chin in the mist, leaving her long black hair spread on both sides of her arms, she said to Merlin:

"I'm tired..."

"You move it yourself."

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More than ten minutes later, the two men who completed the "Dream Rite" were dressed neatly and returned to the golden castle shaped by Zatanna in their dreams.

On both sides of the big round table, the two people looked at each other, sharing the information they had collected during this period.

But as Merlin said, creatures like nightmare that exist in the dream dimension tend to be more in the category of mysticism, and in-depth mysticism requires talent support. Merlin himself does not have that talent.

So basically it’s Zatanna talking, and Merlin listening.

"I went to East Africa this month to visit some ancient tribes' mystic witches."

Zatanna was playing with a deck of tarot cards in her hand, as if she was performing some mysterious divination. She kept drawing cards and shuffling cards, and she was having a lot of fun.

She said to Merlin:

"Those secret witches have ancient heritage in their hands. It is said that in a very early age, they worshipped a 'King of Fear', which only appeared in the dream of doom, just like the ancient horror hidden under the sea of ​​light."

"It feeds on the fear of living beings and can also give believers the ability to pull enemies into nightmares..."

"Based on my interpretation of the totem poles of those tribes, I can be sure that this King of Fear is basically one of the incarnations of Nightmare in the world."

Miss Magician plucked her hair and said to Merlin:

"There are such legends all over the world, which prove that nightmare is related to our world. If those legends are true, then in the nightmare of creatures, we can discover the existence of nightmare..."

After hearing this description, Merlin frowned and said:

"It sounds like a symbolic existence."

"right."

Zatanna said:

"After all, it is an evil thing born from the personalized will of a guy like Sleep, and it is definitely not that easy to deal with. According to common sense, we must find a way to enter the dimension of nightmare in order to defeat it."

"Fight against tricky enemies on enemy territory? The enemy is also a symbolic creature."

Merlin shook her head:

"Unless you or me are so powerful that I am, I will not die..."

"You have to think of a new way, for example, pull it out of your nest... You just said that it feeds on all things for fear?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Zatanna asked:

"Do you have an idea?"

“Not yet.”

Merlin rubbed her chin and said:

"But I have come into contact with another existence that feeds on the fear of sentient beings... Well, this is a long-term plan. I'll leave first. If I have a plan, I will notify you."

"etc!"

When Merlin stood up, Zatanna suddenly appeared beside Merlin. She stretched out her hand and pointed it on Merlin's chin, lifting his face slightly frivolously.

The magician observed Merlin's face seriously. She looked at Merlin's dark red eyes. After a moment, she asked:

"Have you been exposed to any soul-related evil things recently?"

“Uh, there is.”

Merlin thought of the crazy attack at the first time, and he said:

"I had set traps in my mind, trapping the crazily attacking dark consciousness, but it quickly broke free... Is there any problem?"

"The problem...is not considered there."

Zatanna approached Merlin, and in the violet scent of the magician's body, she kissed Merlin on the cheek, she said:

"I just realized that your soul is a bit weird. Some of its 'black spots' should be the pollution left by the crazy attack."

"There are some impurities in your soul, and it's best to cleanse your soul recently... This is not difficult for you."

The magician blinked at Merlin, just like he was stroking a child, and touching Merlin's head. She reminded:

"It's not a big problem now, but it's awful if it drags on for too long."
Chapter completed!