Chapter 537 Essence? Humanity? (Second more)

"I don't want to go to Karma Taj!"

Salomon sent Merlin to the assault transport ship with a gloomy face. He will personally be responsible for transporting the troublemaker until the Venerable sees Merlin. "Don't bark." He didn't treat Merlin with the polite attitude towards elders at all, a glass of fruit juice was beyond what Merlin should have been treated, "Otherwise I called Balthazar."

Merlin suddenly became depressed. His disciple had withstood his pranks for more than a thousand years, which made him a little afraid to face Balthazar. "Isn't he doing well now?" Merlin, who was getting younger and younger, muttered softly, "He has a wife now, and I..."

"I'm sure he'd be happy to beat you up, Master Merlin."

"Please, don't let me go to Karma Taj!" Merlin also didn't have the demeanor that an elder should have. Seeing that the situation was not good, he immediately put on a rollover expression, as if Salomon would lie on the ground and wave his hands and feet if he didn't agree to him. "I can help you train spellcasters!" he yelled. "One! No, two! Two top spellcasters!"

"Then you took him to En-Gala, right?" With the Supreme Mage's reminder, Salomon knew that he could not believe Merlin's nonsense. "You tell me how to meet the Mother Earth first." The mystic said, "I know that En-Galai is short of manpower to guard the seal of Sithorn, but I think I can solve this problem. Not now, but in the future."

"I don't know!" Merlin seemed really planning to lie down and roll. But under Salomon's stern gaze, he ultimately did not do so. "The floor is too cold, it's all made of iron." He coughed twice, straightened his clothes and sat next to Salomon, "The Mother Earth knows about your recent achievements, and I've already reported them to Him... Don't be surprised, I'm best at prophecy. Don't you remember the red dragon's prophecy I told Vortigen?"

Taking advantage of Salomon's inattention, Merlin put his palm on his forehead.

"prophecy!"

Salomon opened his eyes with difficulty, and he found himself lying on the exquisite marble floor tiles, and the blood-red sunset shone in from the circular window in front. This place may be a religious place, with long banners hanging on both sides, and Salomon can vaguely discern crosses, lilies, skulls and eagles. Several ropes dangled from the wooden beams, and at the end of each rope hung a dark figure, and blood dripped down the corpse's feet to the ground. Tick ​​tock. Before he could recover, the scene in front of him changed again—he saw a woman kneeling and weeping in front of several mounds of earth, on which a cross made of wood was inserted, and the pale winter sun illuminated the tomb and the raging fire in the distance. He walked forward unconsciously, his nostrils filled with the stench of burnt flesh, and he saw flames pouring down the river, whether it was a cloud or a stream, a fire spread, and even the water in the rocks was evaporated, countless people were crying, and flames came out of their mouths and eyes; then, he saw night falling—it was not a peaceful summer night, nor a harsh winter night, but a silent night. There are no stars, uneasiness rolls in the air, pale and coquettish flowers bloom in silence, and will-o'-the-wisps light up at his feet.

Startled, he quickly took a step to the side. He found himself clad in a robe that fell to his feet, with a gold belt around his breast.

The night came alive, and more and more will-o'-the-wisps lit up. He saw boulders scattered in the open field not far away, and the violently broken branches were scattered there, as if there had been a storm here, or a giant had vented his anger imprisoned for thousands of years here. The lightning and thunder were far away, and the horn sounded. He looked at the shadowy figure in the distance in panic. Those figures gathered more and more, swarming towards him like a tide.

These are dead people. From the ruthless tyrants of ancient times to the prostitutes of the court, from the kings of the Vikings in armor to the turbaned sultans of the East, from the nobles with curly hair to the lowly dung pickers, the dead walked past him in dense numbers. They were saying something, but Salomon couldn't hear it. They opened their shriveled mouths and pushed the people in front like gravel. The vulgar desires that once filled their eyes were full of dullness and stiffness, their cheekbones were high and their faces were sickly. The once splendid clothes became tattered, and the already ragged clothes were hung carelessly, and the English poor in dirty mourning clothes covered with soot and soot were mixed with the French in patched shirts and hats, as if something was chasing them behind them.

"Huh—" He struggled to swim upstream, as if he was at the bottom of the water.

Salomon woke up from the illusion and tried to stand up from the chair, but was pulled back by the safety belt. He was sweating profusely, and still a little shaken. He shook his hand, refusing to let the android come forward to help him. Salomon quickly regained his composure, the air conditioning system of the assault transport boat was hoarse, cooling the sweat on his back.

"I didn't expect you to confuse me with illusions." Salomon said with a gloomy face. "No wonder His Holiness said that your pranks are quite bad."

"This is not a prank." Merlin had an indifferent expression on his face, as if what happened just now was as ordinary as eating a small cake. "This is a prophecy, kid." He said, "It's just not necessarily your prophecy, it may be someone else's prophecy. I don't know what it is, I just know it's what you should see. Do you remember a time when you always had nightmares? Dreaming that you were on the edge of the harbor—this is the continuation of that dream. Essentially, it's the information brought to you by your stigmata, but for the sake of your mental state, your teacher invited me to block part of it. In other words, you have been under the influence of my spell."

"I was affected by your spell?" Salomon couldn't believe it, "Then how could I not notice this mind-affecting spell?"

"Not a mind-affecting spell, but a warding spell. I combined this spell with the warding spell your teacher cast for you, so you couldn't detect it. I suppose you haven't checked the spells the High Sorcerer has placed on you?"

"Avoid fictitious locations and counterattacks sought by prophecies..."

"It seems that you still have some skills." Merlin tapped Salomon's ring. "The essence of this spell is the same as that of these three rings. It is a tool to stabilize the stigmata. It's just that the stabilization method is not as long-lasting as the effect of these three rings, and the symbolic meaning is not so much. Do you know why the stigmata bring high fever? It is because of the nature of the stigmata..."

"You talk too much!" The Supreme Master slapped the fan on the table, interrupting Merlin's speech. "Salomon is a human being." The Venerable warned Merlin very seriously, "I believe he is, and he thinks he is, so he will always be!"

"You have the final say." Merlin shrugged, "It's not me who ignores objective facts."

"This is Karma Taj's idea." His Holiness glanced at Merlin. "You go out first." The Venerable said to Salomon, "There are some things you will know when the time is right."

Salomon nodded and left the meditation room. He saw the apprentices gathered in the training ground, and the onlookers saw the assault transport boat that the man-made man had come over. "I think every mystic should be equipped with a gun." Salomon said to Modu, "Otherwise, a metal staff is also fine, the kind that can shoot bullets."

Moduquan thought Salomon was talking stupidly.

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