Shadow of the Beautiful World

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"burn!"

Outside of the ruins in the snowy mountains of Nifurheim, Loki held a torch.

A flash of decisiveness and anger flashed in the prince's eyes. He said to the others around him:

"There is no other way, we must burn this place."

"Your Highness!"

A Golden Palace guard carrying a battle axe could not bear to look at the "people" wandering in the ruins.

He whispered to discourage:

"Maybe they are saved, maybe we..."

"They are not saved!"

Behind Rocky, an older rune guard whispered:

"Their souls are left in the nightmare and become a springboard linking the nightmare and reality, extending the power of the nightmare to the real world..."

"During the transfer, their souls have been crushed."

"All you see is the living shell."

The old man sighed, and he also held a burning torch.

He turned around and shouted to the soldiers who did not know much about magic:

"The evil hidden deep in the dream is filling their bodies. Once they are integrated, our compatriots will become brainless monsters and become the minions that nightmare ravages this world."

"They are not saved, all we can do is give them the last decent!"

"His Royal Highness's decision is correct."

The old man clenched the badge in his hand, he said:

"In the name of the Great Rune Tower, we support His Royal Highness's decision!"

"We must burn this city and burn down the remaining nightmare forces, otherwise it will continue to corrupt Nifurheim...and even spread to other worlds."

"We will find the monster hiding in the dream!"

Rocky's cold voice sounded this evening, and he said to the others:

"In the name of Odin, we will never let it go!"

"burn!"

His Royal Highness closed his eyes, and he threw a torch at the ruins in front of him.

The flame covered with magic started to burn when it touched the ruins.

Behind Rocky, other people also threw torches in their hands.

With the assistance of the rune guards of the Great Rune Tower, the flames above the ruins burned extremely fiercely, just like a storm blown by the wind, with a gesture that swept everything, and soon the ruins of the entire castle Ignited.

Probably a nightmare. There is too much energy left here. When the flame touches, that energy is ignited like gasoline.

"Your Highness..."

The fire burned and cast Loki's shadow on the ground. Behind Loki, the guard of the Great Rune Tower said softly:

"What happened here must be reported to His Majesty the Queen."

"It's not certain yet what the strength of this evil spirit is, but it can pull a city into a nightmare so easily, it is obviously not something we can deal with."

"It retreated."

Rocky replied expressionlessly:

"It took the initiative to leave, maybe it felt threatened..."

"You stay here to report to the Great Rune Tower. Master, I will take a team of wizards into the mountain and search in the direction it left."

"I don't doubt your magic power, Your Highness."

The old man dissuaded:

"But I think you still have to wait for your majesty to make a decision before taking action... Asgard has lost a prince, we cannot lose another one."

"Time doesn't wait for anyone."

Luo basically came to think of Nifurheim as a trick to solve his problems.

But after he really came here, he discovered that the problem was more serious than he thought.

Rocky did have a grudge against Odin, but he also regarded Asgard as his home.

He wanted to prove that he was more suitable to become a king than his brother, and he had to fulfill his duties. It was for this reason that he had risked a deal with Laufi.

Now seeing this in Nievolheim, if Rocky escapes again...

He no longer needs to fight for the king.

"Ugh."

The rune guard behind him also sighed. The old man with rune runes on his face looked at the mountains shrouded in darkness. He said with concern:

"If Prince Thor is here, his thunder power has a strong restraint against these evil spirits."

Rocky's expression changed.

He knew these loyal and honest, rune guards who never intervened in politics were just unintentional words.

But that remark made him very uncomfortable.

Thor again...

It is he who stands here to protect the people, it is Loki...

His brother clearly gave up his responsibility and mission to his hometown, but everyone still missed him.

but...

Isn't he destined to get rid of his brother's shadow all his life?

"Go tell the mother."

Loki grabbed the gun of eternity, he said in a cold voice:

"I'm leaving!"

With that said, His Royal Highness rushed into the mountains below the city with a team of rune guards.

Behind him, the city's flames were burning.

The fire is skyrocketing.

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In the deepest frozen fog forest in Nifalheim, the country of mist, Miss Magician Zatana is busy around the gate of dreams.

Her brow furrowed tightly, and she placed a large spell on the ground with her forefoot and feet.

Around her body, the dream and the present world are blending together.

The roots of the nightmare tree that should have been rooted in the dream have pierced the barrier of the two worlds, taking root and sprouting in reality.

The cold forest was pulled into the dream that was filled with ashes as dark as red.

The distinction between this world and the dream becomes blurred here, turning this place into a labyrinth that changes and is intricate at any time.

Part is unreal and part is real.

The two are intertwined in a fantasy way, leaving Zatanana at a loss.

"It grows too fast."

Miss Magician stood up and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

She looked back at the nightmare tree behind her, just a few days, the scale of this nightmare tree far exceeded the tree in her dream world.

It became lenient and unbearable.

The branches without leaves are like the crown of a fluffy sky, just a tree, but like a grove.

Those interlaced branches cover everything around them.

On that twig, those dark red spells were shining, just like a light tube that was extinguished, lighting the smooth light from the branches, but this scene was not beautiful.

Only horror.

Indescribable horror.

"I must close this door."

Zatana looks at the ring-shaped light curtain surrounded by vines, which is the door of the dream, used to connect this dream and her dream.

Let the power of nightmares flow in two directions.

A few days ago, this door could be closed freely.

But today, after the substantive nightmare destroyed a city in Niforge, the door could not be closed.

It is maintained in an attitude of active opening. In Zatana's dream world, endless nightmares are infused here, so that the evil spirits born in that nightmare get sufficient "nutrients".

The nightmare is about to be born.

After absorbing the fear of a city, it will be transformed from the existence of the symbolic level to the reality of beings...

It's like a human birth.

In the depths of this country of mist, near the Asgard Hades, a demon that feeds on fear is about to recover.

Zatana did not worry about the birth of the nightmare.

This is her plan...

Throw the nightmare on Asgar German soil and cut off its connection with the dream dimension when it was born. Without the power supply of the nightmare dimension, the newly born nightmare will become weak.

It has a high chance of being defeated and sealed by Asgard's rune wizards.

The plan was implemented smoothly.

But now, the last step is coming, and unexpected problems will follow.

The nightmare seemed to understand Zatana's thoughts.

It uses the power of the nightmare dimension to forcibly open and maintain the door to the dream.

If Zatana cannot close the door before it is born, then the dream world of her and Merlin will be the first to be occupied by nightmares.

Nightmares are not stupid...

Compared to Asgard’s huge number of rune wizards who are hard-faced, the small world of dreams that only Zatanna guards is obviously a better persimmon.

Any plan has risks.

Now it's time for Zatana to face the risks of her plan.

"Fortunately, I prepared in advance."

Miss Magician stepped back a few steps, and she drew out a few strange old marks from her waist, and threw them on the black spells at her feet.

In her peculiar chanting of ironic magic and anecdotal chanting, those dream eaters without specific entities like insects are summoned from the sea of ​​no light.

When these dream-feeding spirits appeared, they were summoned to lead to the gates linking the two dreams.

Those twisted creatures began to draw the strength of that door with their sharp mouthparts.

"A few more!"

Zatana throws out several old seals again, and more dream devourers are called like a dense swarm of bees.

They made a weird Weng Ming sound, lying on the vine that bound the door of the dream.

Like a group of locusts.

The power of the nightmare was devoured, and the surface of the open door of dreams had a halo of floating water waves, and its magical structure was loosening.

And the spells on the vines like the door frame are getting dimmer.

Those spells are about to go out.

A door can be opened from both sides, and now the door lock is about to be broken.

Zatana just needs to go back to her side and smash the door lock over there, and the door will be permanently closed.

This is not difficult at all.

The premise is that if no one bothers.

Just as Zatana walked towards the door of the dream, the horse's hissing sound suddenly sounded in the area where her dream and reality intertwined behind her.

Along with the sound of the warhorse hissing, there was also a gloomy and smooth voice like a snake.

"Where are you going? Little sister."

Zatana turned her head and saw that under the frantically swaying branches of the nightmare tree, the surging black gas was condensing into a weird figure.

A Shenjun black horse screamed with his head up

Its eyes are red, and there is no trace of hair on the body. The fluttering horse mane is like a sloshing black smoke. The four hoofs and neck are dotted with beautiful saddles, and the horse head is also covered with iron armor.

A dark red flame was burning on its four hoofs.

Nightmare...

This is not the kind of hybrid breed domesticated by the **** princes, nor is it a fantasy creature like Ye Qi that has been degraded for generations in this world.

It is an authentic nightmare beast.

Only born in nightmares, weird creatures who can walk on dreams.

And on the back of that mighty nightmare beast, a stranger guy was sitting.

It wore a tattered green robe, which was divided into four petals underneath, like a special skirt.

Its body is thin and pale, just looking directly, you can feel a strange twist and twist, and the deepest depravity.

Its face is thin, like a guy with extreme malnutrition and severe symptoms of Internet addiction, with a pair of dark red eyes and heavy dark circles.

It also has a sharp face, like those inferior demons, and like a special kind of devil.

She has sharp ears, exaggerated eagle noses, and scattered, chaotic black hair.

It was like a black grease on his head, beating and shining.

It held a staff like an elongated bronze key in his hand.

Or, war spear?

In short, this guy was riding behind the nightmare, looking at Zatana with a critical eye.

"Well, the face is 9 points, the figure is perfect, and the mystery is very high."

The guy glanced at the dream devourers who were called to lie on the vines and devour nightmares.

He raised his head and looked at Zatana, it said:

"Unfortunately...the soul is no longer pure."

"My person, a little bit of a cleansing habit, doesn't like what others have used..."

It raised its hand, the whole earth where reality and dreams merged was twisted, and in the pale light that changed like nightmares, a mass of black mud-like things were called out.

In the manipulation of the nightmare, they turned into twisted black armor knights, surrounding Zatana from all directions.

"Countless times, countless eternities."

"The Sandman prevented me from swallowing the delicious world again and again."

"Every era has the warriors chosen by him to fight against me, but what happened to this era?"

The nightmare master riding behind the nightmare beast grasped his chin with his claw-like hands, and he tilted his head and looked at Zatana in front of him.

it says:

"Is the Sandman drinking too much? Or is he crazy? Why would he choose you to fight me?"

"Do you think you have a chance?"

Zatanna ignored the nightmare's provocation, and she looked around alertly.

There was a magic ball in her hand, but before the magic was thrown out, a sudden pain came from her abdomen.

"Come on"

As the sound of glass breaking sounded in Zatana's ear, Zatana was pierced from behind by a silent nightmare knight, she was shaken for a week, and was hit **** the ground.

The pain made her wake up from her dream...

She looked back, the door to the dream was not weakened at all, and she did not summon any dream devourers at all.

All this is a nightmare.

A nightmare that keeps turning.

"Snapped"

Zatana was caught in the night by the nightmare that emerged from the black mist and was lifted into the air.

The nightmare master said cruelly and lightly in a tone of playing with prey:

"Guess, Zatana Zatala, how many times have you been killed?"

"Guess, Zatana, poor child, how many times can you persist in the nightmare of reincarnation?"

"Finally guess it again..."

"Will someone come to rescue you before you completely collapse?"

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