Everything in front of Merlin's eyes seemed to have turned into plasticine baked at high temperatures. In the blink of an eye, the lawn on the ground, the shrubs around him, and even the round stool under his butt began to melt and disintegrate.

His body gradually became disconnected from the "now" position and slowly fell into the dark depths of time and space. Countless meaningless lights and shadows flew around him, and Merlin had no energy to grab those fragments of time.

, although one's abilities are powerful, they should not be spent on these.

Merlin fell lightly into the previously assembled time and space. As he gently moved his fingertips, the past in front of him was completely displayed in front of him, like a real book. He peered into this

The past of a group of people is not only a sudden interest, but also a deep desire to explore in his heart, forcing him to peel away the shell of the present to find out the truth.

He did not leave his place in the past, which not only allowed him to save some flowers, but also did not change the course of events.

"Huh?" Merlin looked around slowly, "Why is there only one person? It seemed like... there were at least forty or fifty people here before."

It seems that the background of this incident was a silent night with nothing in the sky. A man in shabby clothes was wandering aimlessly on the street. His eyes seemed to have lost the light of survival. Walking while holding on to the wall was just human nature.

It is driven by the most primitive desire to survive.

He seemed to have not eaten for a long time and was extremely weak.

"Well!" He seemed to see something, and the holes in his eyes gradually filled up, "This is..."

Merlin followed the man's gaze and saw a sign hanging above his head with the words "Wish Stone" written on it.

A wishing stone? What is that? Does this have anything to do with a man walking in the daytime? The illusory Merlin continued to follow the man, and saw him wading through the darkness like a river, passing through one area after another.

block, and finally reached an open square.

In the center of the square is a huge stone statue, which looks like a huge human face. Surrounding this stone statue are several decorative stone pillars, with shiny writings carved on them.

"I didn't expect it to be real, the wishing stone..." the man murmured, his face filled with indescribable surprise and happiness, "Haha, hahaha!"

Merlin had been observing around the square for a long time. He saw several lines of slogans on the stone pillars in front of the stone statue:

[Infinite gaze, boundless desire]

[Some people struggle, some run away]

[Just for solicitation, just for a kiss]

[Achieving any miracle requires a price]

[We respond here]

This is... a stone statue that can grant people's wishes? Where is this place?

If I make some excessive demands, will this wishing stone statue come true for me? Miracles and wishes are not the same thing. To realize a miracle is to make those things in the world that are absolutely impossible to achieve theoretically become a reality.

This is not comparable to ordinary gifts. Merlin looked at this man, what kind of wish would he make?

The man limped towards the huge stone statue, the look in his eyes becoming more and more strange. He slowly touched the surface of the stone statue, as if he was touching his lover.

"You are the [Miracle Stone Statue] that can fulfill all other people's wishes..." He growled fervently, "Hurry... I have a wish here. No matter who you are, I hope you can

Help me realize it, help me—"

Merlin was surprised to see pieces of black rune debris leaking from the gaps in the stone statue. They actually formed independent space partitions, isolating the man from the space around him!

In other words, there is no way for me to know what the man's wish is.

"What..." Merlin rolled his eyes, "If there is no way to know what wish he made, then there is definitely no way to know what is going on..."

After about ten minutes, Merlin saw that the man seemed to have changed. His clothes had become brand new, his body seemed to have gained weight, and the veins that were originally exposed on his skin disappeared, and his face looked like he had been beaten.

Look.

"That's right...that's right, the Didamo Cult, the Didamo Cult..." He shouted excitedly, not knowing whether such a loud voice would be noisy.

To the sleeping people, "Thank you... thank you! I will definitely convey the will of the God of Creation..."

The Cult of Didamo? This is not the first time Merlin has heard the word Didamo. He has left his own unique position in the souls of everyone. He is said to be the creator of this world, and his body is also the world.

If we can find Didamo's true form, we should receive a unique gift from God in the world.

Merlin couldn't believe that this stone was the true form of God. He could only guess in disguise that this stone contained the divine power of Didamo, who was just a part of God. To put it more simply and understandably, this stone was the creation god.

The agent left in the world.

"Generous God, please grant me... countless parishioners. I will follow your instructions and offer countless faiths." The man turned around and knelt devoutly in front of the stone statue.

He kowtowed three times, and even his forehead was broken and bleeding.

In other words, this guy became the missionary of the so-called creator god Didamo, making everyone believe in him. But things are still very strange. If this stone hopes that it can become the belief of mankind, then the local residents should also

It would be better to decorate Him with some grand ornaments. But for some reason, this square is desolate.

Merlin finally knew the origin of this group of people. They were just a group of missionaries, and their number was not large. It was estimated that it would take a lot of effort to expand this church, at least several years.

The location of this stone statue should also be in the "Land of Desire". It is impossible for them to cross the entire Sisig on foot. They have to start from a young age and turn the local residents into their own parishioners.

Anyway, there is still time. Merlin has returned to the original moment. He can take the opportunity to go up to those residential buildings and see if he can find the specific location of this village. He may also be able to find a stone statue that can grant wishes.

Sheldon went over to take a look.

"Marquez, there is something fishy about this stone statue." Unexpectedly, the nightmare spoke, "Don't make a wish to him. Even if it is really in front of you, don't make a wish to it."

"Why?" Marquez asked, "Nothing happened to the person who just left."

"Because the wish he made should be about becoming famous." Merlin said, "If he had made other wishes, things might not be so simple."

"I can't find it now anyway, can I?" Merlin's illusory body passed through the closed house. The first floor of this room was the living room and was unoccupied.

Slowly walking up the stairs, everything was so quiet, there was no sound from upstairs. Not to mention, there was no one on the second floor.

"Huh? What a coincidence, no one lives in this house." Merlin raised his eyebrows, and he controlled his body to float into another house.

There was no one either. Another building, still no one.

But Merlin could clearly smell an aura that had been used by living people not long ago on these beds and daily necessities. There should be someone here...

"Most of the people in this village have disappeared." Nightmare said bluntly, "There is no need to look for them anymore."

"How did you know?"

"Nightmares have a high ability to perceive flesh and blood creatures, even though we have little influence on the past now."

"They all left?" Merlin asked doubtfully, "This should be the only answer..."

Merlin said: "They may all be dead."

"You, you mean-"

The little boy's body suddenly felt an irresistible floating feeling. He was like a puppet on strings, rising uncontrollably from the deep sea of ​​the past. Everything in front of him was rapidly disintegrating, as if a side was melting.

Oil painting. The bright sunshine stung his eyes, and Merlin returned to the hard wooden stake.

They...are all dead? How on earth did they do it? He really couldn't understand...
Chapter completed!