The complicated patterns are like knitting, so dense that you can't see the end at a glance. Sheldon looked at the heavy hammer in his hand quietly with mixed emotions.

This may be the first time he has come into contact with this kind of "pseudo-artifact". Although it may have been specially made by Nightmare to show them, it still makes people's hearts tremble.

The golden brilliance circulated like a dream, squeezing out a bright mark under the unavoidable light. In Sheldon's eyes, this thing was no different than a treasure.

It was tempting him, tempting him to destroy, to smash, to smash, to turn everything into dust.

What a just holy hammer.

"Hoo...ho..." Sheldon immediately put down the golden hammer, calmed his breathing, and looked at Merlin behind him. He seemed to be still playing with himself, his eyes blurred.

Half asleep and half awake.

Turning around again, he suddenly discovered that the wooden table connected to the bottom of the Holy Hammer was actually wrapped with golden threads that were not there before, and they were flowing and spreading on the table like blood vessels!

"This...what's going on..." Sheldon looked closer and saw a golden light point silently emerging in the center of the bottom of the Holy Hammer. Those filaments originated from here and continued to

Extend!

He carefully picked up the holy hammer, which was only as big as his palm. With a sizzling sound, the golden threads reluctantly retracted from the table, turned into specks of light, and flowed into the bottom of the holy hammer.

He poked the tabletop that looked the same as before with his left index finger and found that it was as solid and strong as before.

"Could it be..." Sheldon retracted his left hand and placed his finger on the bright yellow light spot that appeared at the bottom of the Holy Hammer very naturally.

It hurts! It hurts!

The golden silk thread visible to the naked eye was like a maggot attached to the bone, spiraling up quickly, fiercely, and accurately. After a while, it extended from the tip of the index finger to the nail, drawing a circular pattern, and then along the first knuckle.

, up, up, up again!

It is a feeling of not belonging to oneself, a feeling of... one's own "essence" being dissociated!

Bang! The holy hammer fell, and even for a moment, the pain was deeply engraved in the depths of Sheldon's mind!

If he touches it for a while longer, Sheldon can be sure that his body will be completely dissociated by this weird power!

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Merlin finally came back to his senses, and his confused and cloudy eyes became clear again, "You look strange..."

"I...it's okay." Sheldon must now tell other people in the temporary alliance about the Holy Hammer!

He picked up the holy hammer, took three steps and two steps at a time, and rushed straight out of the door.

Bang! An invisible barrier roughly blocked Sheldon inside, preventing him from taking even one step.

Then, he looked at the shining Holy Hammer and suddenly realized. It seemed that all the weapons in the guest room could not be taken out of the guest room.

In order to confirm again, he opened the wooden door of the guest room and threw the holy hammer directly. The result was that the moment the holy hammer was about to leave the door, it strangely lost the strength to continue rushing forward and fell head-first.

Falling with a sound.

Even he would be affected like this...

This is the "hammer of judgment" that represents justice, which means that now everyone has the ability to easily take another person's life!

Even such a small Merlin can...

"Haha..." Sheldon now understood what justice meant.

If the use of magic will be recognized, then you can use all the tools in the hotel to commit the crime. If that is not possible now, then you can use the [weapons] in the guest room to easily take the opponent's life.

If the opponent's body was really reduced to pieces, then things would be really difficult... But Barbatos should not make such a low-level mistake...

The bodies of dead people can be moved.

【No one can hide his/her body shape.】

If the dead can be hidden, then Sheldon can instantly list more than a hundred ways to frame someone...

All "people"...dead people should also be counted...

Sheldon looked back at Merlin who was looking at him doubtfully, smiled stiffly, and responded gently: "I'm fine. If you're tired, you can take a rest."

He strode into the bathroom in front of the door.

Snap!

Sheldon opened the white cabinet above his head, which was used to store towels. They were replaced every day.

However, the severed hand he took off last night was safely stored in the cabinet now!

Because some time has passed, this hand has become extremely stiff and the blood has coagulated.

"In my name." Sheldon raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his brow, his pupils shrinking.

No. His magic power cannot completely wrap this hand, which means that even the body of a dead person cannot be hidden. There is a mysterious force that prevents Sheldon from continuing to use magic power to make this hand disappear.

Snapped!

Sheldon frowned, and magic light emerged from his fingertips. The broken hand suddenly trembled, and the skin continued to bulge and shrink, just like the foam that keeps churning when water boils.

The next moment, it turned into little bits of silver sand and finally disappeared.

It seems that the dead body can still be destroyed and traces removed...but this seems to leave traces of the use of magic power. It seems that this concealment method is not advisable.

Now Marquez kept talking to Merlin. Obviously, this caused Merlin's eyes to be dull and lifeless.

"That little hammer should be what Barbatos said...then what is it?"

Nightmare's voice was filled with a hint of smile: "Of course, this trick is a normal one, and it can release the basic operations that Nightmare in the dream world should have. Unless he is too innocent."

"Bad taste......"

"But the problem is, this Barbatos didn't specify the purpose of this thing... I think you can think about it again. What he said at that time was that this kind of thing will help you make it."

What I want to do...hehehe~"

"What else can it be used for if it's not for killing people?" Marquez's voice was irritable.

"Think more... now is not the time to tell you." Merlin's voice was calm, like a wisp of foam floating in the deep sea.

"..." Marquez was silent. He couldn't find anything to say to refute now because the other party was no longer around.

His eyes regained clarity, and he turned around to look around and found that Sheldon was not beside him. He was too lazy to think about it anymore. He lay on the bed with the word "big" and his eyelids gradually closed. As a baby who is a little over one year old

, he should not have been under such great pressure.

One hand gently lifted up the quilt around Merlin, moved it, and finally covered him.

That was Sheldon. He didn't make any sound. He had already taken care of everything in the bathroom, and now his expression was even calmer.

He needs to be tougher...

...

At this time, the Dream Division has completely torn off its disguise, revealing its huge building, which is like the bulging belly of a fat man breathing in, but now it is covered by an unknown black curtain.

Pedestrians stopped to watch one after another, some were amazed, and some immediately spread the word of this scene to other places. Of course, many people felt a kind of fear welling up from the bottom of their hearts.

Nightmares are the embodiment of human inner fears, and this is not shameful.

It's quiet, yes, it's quiet, like a harmless soap bubble.

In an instant, the strong wind scratched at random, and the light was bright and dim, like the remaining candles trembling in the strong wind.

Screams rang out, and the magicians who could use magic raised their hands in unison and cast the most powerful spells they could. For a time, countless lights lit up dazzlingly in the Vatican, the imperial capital.

Buzz——

The endless blackness, like a rolling wave, pounces on everything that can be swallowed up around it! The panicked screams constantly overlap and drown, and are finally extinguished by the black barrier! Everything sinks into darkness and spreads crazily.

!

Hum!

In less than a breath of time, in the center of the imperial capital, the Palace of Porcello, which had stood for hundreds of years, was completely destroyed, following in the footsteps of the common people.

What awaits everyone is sleepiness...
Chapter completed!