Merlin lowered his head, his eyes attracted by the flickering light on his hands. The light was as bright as moonlight, emitting a soft and mysterious glow. Looking up at the night sky, he felt as if there was some kind of power gathering in his body, as if infusing him with endless energy.
"Kid, get out of here quickly and don't just stand there!" A cold female voice exploded in his mind, like an alarm bell. In an instant, a strong sense of crisis came over him, and Merlin's intuition told him that danger was around. He turned around suddenly, and the scene before him startled him - an invisible "mouth" passed by his side like a deadly poisonous snake, almost swallowing him.
"Who is speaking?" Merlin was confused, but he didn't have time to think. The attack of the Ancient God Cult's deacon had quietly arrived, and dozens of twisted "mouths" pounced on him like crazy beasts.
Merlin's heart tightened and he quickly moved his body, as if dancing on the edge of a knife, nimbly dodging the attacks that tore through the air.
His body was so light that he seemed to be floating in the air, and his steps were as fast as the wind as he quickly dodged those "mouths" that were like sharp blades. Merlin ducked and leaped, his legs drawing a graceful arc in the air, almost parallel to the ground, just enough to avoid the ferocious "mouths" that passed by him.
Then he rolled over quickly, and with the help of the rebound force of the ground, he slid quickly to the side, almost brushing against death.
At this moment, his eyes were filled with wonderful perceptions, as if he could see clearly the trajectories of those "mouths" moving in the "future". His vision was as clear as a laser in the darkness, and he could foresee every attack coming. His body gradually became hot as he kept dodging, which made him feel extremely relaxed.
"Why weren't you sacrificed? Great Lord, why didn't you respond?" The roar of the Ancient God Cult deacon echoed in Merlin's ears. Anger and doubt intertwined together, making his voice as shocking as if it came from hell.
At this moment, the deacon of the Ancient God Cult roared angrily, swung his hands forward suddenly, and blood gushed out, as if he was making the final sacrifice. Countless strengthened "mouths" suddenly came overwhelming, like a dark tide, covering Merlin's vision and making him feel suffocated.
"I can't hide anymore!" Merlin thought to himself, feeling powerless. But at this moment, Arthur and Stacy suddenly appeared in front of him. The Ancient God Cult deacon used all his strength to deal with Merlin, causing the power suppressing them to weaken, and the two finally broke free.
"Merlin, charge!" Arthur and Stacy shouted in unison, their voices as inspiring as war drums. Arthur held a long sword in his hand, the sword light flashed, cutting through the darkness and heading straight for those hideous "mouths"; Stacy and Tinavia shared a body, black energy condensed in her hands, like stars in the dark night, instantly dispersing the "mouths" blocking in front.
Under their cover, Merlin rushed straight to the face of the Ancient God Cult deacon like a meteor. With a roar, he gathered all his strength into his fist, and struck it with a loud bang, hitting the target directly with unparalleled force, smashing it hard into the face of the Ancient God Cult deacon.
"You can't kill me!" The Ancient God Cult's deacon's angry roar was like a tearing gale. As his flesh collapsed, all kinds of deformed tumors and tentacles covered the wounds like plasticine, trying to repair his body. His anger and despair were intertwined, and there was a crazy light in his eyes, as if he wanted to turn everything into a destructive rage.
Merlin looked at the deacon of the Ancient God Cult who was constantly repairing his body, gritted his teeth and prepared to try again. He had no other means of attack and could only rely on the powerful force in his body to launch the most primitive attack.
"Idiot, you'll never kill him like this!"
"Who is it?" Merlin heard the voice again, and he suddenly realized that this voice came directly from his own head.
"Boy, don't worry about who I am. How about a deal? I'll teach you how to kill this disgusting guy, and you only need to pay a little faith power, how about that?"
"I don't know how you managed to have this conversation with me, but I think there's a good chance that you're in my body. Do you think I would trust a guy who suddenly appeared in my body?"
"Hey, kid, if I wanted to harm you, would I have helped you awaken the Eye of the God of War and even given you the Moonlight Technique? Without my help, you would have been sent to that disgusting thing by this guy long ago." The cold voice continued.
Eye of the God of War? Moonlight magic?
"Boy, you don't have much time left. That guy has already sacrificed himself completely. If you delay any longer, he will completely degenerate. Then you will be facing "cancer". "
Although he didn't know what the "cancer" this person was talking about was, Merlin thought to himself that anything that could be called "cancer" was definitely not a good thing.
"How should I trade with you?"
"It's simple. You just need to say I agree to the deal."
"I agree to the deal! Tell me how to kill this thing!" After Merlin said this, he felt a strange energy flowing through his body. He didn't know that above his sea of magic, a crystal clear prismatic crystal was constantly shining. Looking closely, the prismatic crystal was covered with tiny cracks.
In Merlin's sea of magic, pale golden light converged into the prismatic crystal like silk threads. If you looked closely, it seemed to be mending the broken parts of the crystal.
"I haven't felt this comfortable in a long time! Boy, the deal is done!"
A roaring sound appeared in Merlin's mind, and Merlin felt as if his head was hit by a hammer, but then he woke up instantly. He looked at the deacon of the Ancient God Cult who was constantly deforming and murmured, "The stars are my witnesses, the night wind is my medium, and the gods listen to my prayers--"
As Merlin sang, the bright moon in the sky seemed to be attracted by some mysterious force, and its light became brighter, like pure silver threads, penetrating the curtain of night and falling on him. The moonlight formed a halo around him, like a gift from the gods, enveloping him in a sacred glow.
The power of the moonlight spread like running water. Merlin's skin glowed with a faint silver glow under the moonlight. His eyes became deeper under the moonlight. His hair fluttered gently in the night breeze, and every strand of hair seemed to be dyed silver by the moonlight.
Under Merlin's guidance, the moonlight began to condense into powerful energies that swirled and intertwined in the air, forming vortices of light that swirled around Merlin like the halo of a god.
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