Under the shadows, Merlin raised his right hand and pointed the cold Cybertan hand cannon at Ibn's head.

"Your master must want you to be brave, but unfortunately you are just a stupid coward."

Bald Ibn heard a low voice sounding in the darkness.

That was also the last voice he heard in his short life.

The next moment, the energy-accumulated shooting at the maximum power of Cybertron's hand cannon, the ray that could easily melt the steel, penetrated the electromagnetic shield brought to Ibn by the ring. In the blink of an eye, the bald head's chest opened a bloody hole.

His expression became extremely shocked at this moment, and his vitality was quickly dissipating.

He saw Meilin, and saw Meilin's eyes, those eyes shining with strange light.

"legilimens!(Soul-capturing Curse)"

In the last second of Ibn's life, Merlin's soul-catching curse captured some memories in his mind. Some important memories that made Ibn remember deeply, those memories about Mandarin.

This is his last legacy to the world.

"Bang"

The body emitting blood and burnt smell fell at the feet of Merlin who appeared from the shadows.

This young man with great ambitions and a bright future died like this, dying in a dark cave, and never seeing the sun until he died.

His body would slowly decay in the dark, like a dead mouse.

His soul must not be able to enter any heaven of faith.

No power is so easy to obtain, and the headless corpse in front of him is unfamiliar with the consequences of his own power.

After he fell down, the silver emerald ring on the middle finger of his left hand also broke away from his fingers in the collision. Amid the crisp collision of metal and rocks, the ring turned a few times and then fell in front of Merlin.

It emitted a blue arc in the dark, as if it was luring the ignorant treasure hunter to reach out to hold it.

But Merlin didn't.

He knew the value of this thing, and it could give a weak ordinary person the power of Thunder God, which must be an extremely powerful legendary magic item.

But the more this happens, the more alert Merlin becomes.

In Ibn's last memory, Merlin saw the image of Mandarin, and he saw the ten rings carried on Mandarin's ten fingers.

There is no silver emerald ring in front of me, just one of them.

This is a complete set of magic items. According to Merlin's understanding of magic items, such sets of items must have strange connections with each other.

And just as he retreated, the silver ring on the ground really had an abnormality.

It was like being held up by an invisible hand, floating at a height that looked straight to Merlin's eyes. The next moment, in Merlin's gaze, a purple arc jumped from the ring.

It's very similar to the posture Ibn's use of this ring, but its power and firing speed are more than 5 times stronger than that bald head when used.

In a flash, Merlin was hit by the purple arc before she could dodge.

In fact, he could not avoid it. The moment the dancing purple arc was excited, it was like an expanded spider web, filling every inch of the entire cave.

It was so fast that Merlin didn't even have time to use the door key.

The most terrible thing is that the activated arc is not a rough one-time throw, but a layer of wrapping like a spider web, like throwing Merlin into a millstone of lightning, and grinding him into powder bit by bit.

"Bang"

The rocks under Meilin's feet were shattered by the terrifying energy electric shock, and he himself was lifted into the air by invisible energy under the continuous stimulation of the current.

In the Eastern European mansion thousands of miles away, Mandarin was cleaning his body in a luxurious pool paved with white marble under the service of several beautiful maids.

There was a meaningful smile on his Gujing Wubo's face.

The middle finger of his left hand was shaking, as if the ring that could inspire lightning had never left him.

When Ibn left, Mandarin told him that this ring could help him solve all the troubles.

Yes, Mandalin did not deceive his disciples. This ring could indeed kill Merlin, but it was not done by Iben, who did not understand the power of the ring at all.

Mandalin didn't need anyone else to do anything. He just needed Ibn to send the ring to a position close enough to Merlin. The rest of the things that were left were completely done by the mysterious and powerful leader of the Ten Rings Gang.

That is to say

Poor Ibn, he is just what Mandarin uses to lead Merlin into a trap

bait.

ps:

Ah, it’s the 30th, brothers who have tickets in their hands, don’t hesitate anymore~

ps2:
Chapter completed!