"Ah snee..." Meilin raised his hand and rubbed his waist, "Who is talking about me, don't he know I can sense it?"

The heavy weight suddenly pressed on him, and his white and slender arms wrapped around Merlin's shoulders and hugged him tightly, as if afraid that he would get into the portal and run away.

The beautiful girl gently advised:

"Lying down for a while."

The gloomy fog filled the whole world, and the wailing sounds of the dead came from time to time between the dim mountains in the distance. They were in the middle of the empty wasteland, with only gravel and thorns dotted the land.

But under the two were the gorgeous beds that were out of place. The luxury of the quilt was even beyond the reach of the king. The gems and treasures used for decoration of the bed could be bought almost half a city.

Meilin looked at this desolate world and sighed:

"I didn't expect this to be like this. I thought it would be more prosperous or chaotic?"

Young woman flapping her beautiful membrane wings:

"I've lived here for countless years. Why have you never thought of coming to find me?"

Merlin turned her head and looked at the girl affectionately:

"We have a long time left, aren't we?"

Even though he knew Merlin was a liar, Vivian still believed in his words—at least at this moment.

She sighed:

"Okay, then what are you doing here?"

Merlin's answer without hesitation:

"See you."

Vivian stared at him with a playful expression.

Merlin waved her hand a little embarrassedly:

"Okay, it's still a little bit of a problem, but thank you too, I can't get into this place so simply without you, Odin completely blocked it, the closer it is to the standard life, the harder it will be to enter.

"By the way, you said you met Hevan."

The fairy in the lake nodded:

"Well, what's wrong?"

Merlin looked at her lover's ketone body, and her eyes were filled with love and desire:

"I had a dream."

Vivian's expression became a little serious.

Merlin is a liar, a wizard, a prophet and a nightmare.

After his last dream, King Arthur became the king of Inlands, and Inlands, whom she ruled, was once the most powerful kingdom of Midgard.

She asked:

"You dreamed of the red dragon again?"

Merlin said with a worried expression:

"I dreamed of God."

Vivian leaned forward slightly and looked at Merlin worriedly.

He never showed this expression, and even when he imprisoned him, he acted extremely calm and relaxed.

Vivian suspected that Merlin was just trying to deceive her feelings, but she still couldn't control herself from asking:

"What god did you dream of?"

Merlin said in a low tone:

"The god king I dreamed of coming again, the Lord of the Wild Hunter, the cunning old man, the brutal, he returned to the sky with an unquestionable attitude, the palace forged by gold rose out of thin air, and the bloody angels flooded the sky and the ocean.

"Whether humans, giants, new elves, monsters, and evil spirits have all become sacrifices to please Odin. The whole world will enter the most powerful era in blood, at the cost of everything except the gods.

"I also saw eleven other figures standing behind Odin, all the twelve main gods returned, and the last resister would be the Lord of the Demons who fled from other continents, the escapees in the depths of the universe, and Gafnan, who burned the flames of the world.

"But I can't know that they succeed. At the limits I foresee, the situation is no longer optimistic. The old world seemed destined to turn into firewood and ignite Odin's throne.

“My prophecy stopped because I saw myself…

"A bloody corpse."

Vivian raised her head and asked with pure eyes:

"Then where is mine?"

Merlin closed her eyes and poured herself into her lover's arms:
Chapter completed!