The center of the Hell dimension, connecting the nodes of each dimension.

The black tower of dusk towered in place, wrapped in a burning firelight, and the place looked dreamlike in the refraction of light.

But it was a light full of dangers.

If you don't get close to this tower, you'll be burned by the flames of the worlds, and those horrible hellfires don't matter who comes from them.

From the top of this tower, on the open-air platform, you can look into the distance.

In the scorching light of another flaming flame, the seat of Satan rests, the throne of the King of Hell, not extravagant, even a little desolate.

It was a seat made of a few broken pieces of wood, unsightly, and on the flaming and worn wooden plank, the words "." Abbreviation for the word.

But the handwriting that shows hell mocking heaven is like a child's graffiti.

There is no majesty.

Truth be told, if this thing were thrown into the world, even the most down-and-out homeless man would not look at it.

None of the existing lords of hell know why the Satanic Throne was shaped like this.

There are also many rumors about the birth of the throne in hell, but they are all gossip and not worth listening to.

But even so, even if everyone despises the scruffy appearance of the Satanic Throne, every time the Lords of Hell meet in front of the throne, all the heads and faces in Hell will involuntarily approach the wooden throne.

The closer you are to the throne, the higher your status in hell, and anyone who is not qualified enough but tries to stand closer will be killed by the Maharaja.

Unworthy of the power of ambition is the saddest joke in the world.

The old devil Mephistopheles stood at the edge of the Tower of Dusk, looking out at the Old One's Throne in the fire, as it had always been, as the ridiculous seat was surrounded by the fire of the Abyss.

Mephistopheles had a strange smile on her face.

It's like a sarcasm.

Mocking the seat it had longed for was like mocking itself.

In a false world, it is ridiculous to make any effort, because a dream is a dream, even if you become the king of the world in a dream?

When you wake up, you'll still have nothing.

And what's even more tragic than never getting it is that you get it, but you are forced to give it up, and even yourself is just a part of a dream.

What's the point?

"Buzz"

A shimmering curtain of light lit up behind Mephistopheles.

Lucifer, the king of fallen angels on the cane of fallen angels, the Lord of Hell, walked out of the curtain of light.

The most stylish maharaja in hell, he wears a fitted tuxedo, a bow tie embellished with crystals, meticulously combed hair, and tissues stacked in his chest pocket.

Dress up like you're going to a dance party.

"We're getting tired of the news of your failures, Mephistopheles."

Lucifer pulled out his chair and sat behind the empty desk.

The graceful King of the Fallen Angels, leaning back in his chair and looking at the old devil with his back to it, said:

"So if you call everyone for a meeting this time, naturally no one wants to come, I heard that Barr and Samael have begun to connect the others, and when the day of the meeting of the celestial spheres comes, they will rush into the present world."

"They're going to go into a nightmare, killing the nightmare that keeps provoking us, and then they're going to split up their army to attack Asgard and destroy the island, leaving the serpent alive."

"Huh?"

The old devil adjusted his expression, and he turned to Lucifer:

"Which brain does Barr have?"

"What are you kidding, it was pushed out as a target, right? Let me guess that you lure it with rhetoric, tricking the brainless guy into charging into battle, and then you reap the benefits of the fisherman. ”

Mephistopheles gave a thumbs up and waved at Lucifer, saying:

"Yours is yours."

"I'm just going with the flow."

The King of the Fallen Angels shrugged his shoulders, and replied rather helplessly:

"Who wants to make a wedding dress for another? It doesn't matter if everyone loses in the competition, but who can bear the fruits of victory being snatched away by the scoundrels? ”

"We can lose, we still have countless eternities to continue our competition, but those two who don't listen to advice must die!"

"Don't bother with it anymore."

Mephistopheles waved his hand and threw a white skull-embellished scroll right in front of Lucifer's eyes.

The latter looked at the scroll in astonishment, while the old devil tilted his head and said:

"I've got it done."

"Huh?"

Lucifer looked at Mephistopheles suspiciously, and he reached out to open the scroll, carefully avoiding the blade that the old devil had placed on the scroll, of course.

These are all bad tricks played by hellish creatures, and the king of fallen angels will naturally not be fooled.

It skimmed out the patterns around the scroll that concealed the terms, ignored the linguistic traps in the text, and after a cursory glance, its eyes widened.

At the bottom of the scroll, there is a signature with a purple and black firelight pulsing.

That's Kuhl and Nightmare's real name signing.

This means that the two fearful evil gods have let go of their stubbornness and are willing to join the fierce battle for supremacy that is about to begin.

"Bang, bang"

Two odd-looking hourglasses were also placed on the table by the old devil.

There was more sand in those two hourglasses than in the other Maharaja's bottles, but they didn't have the advantage of crushing.

This hourglass that can measure fear is taken out, which means that the Great Snake and Nightmare have really joined the battle for supremacy.

"How did you do that?"

Lucifer looked at Mephistopheles in amazement, the astonishment in his eyes could not be faked, and he looked at the old devil with a puzzled smile, and said:

"Obviously, your persuasion of them has failed before, did they suddenly change their temper, or did you use some strange method?"

"You don't need to know that."

Mephistopheles waved his hand, and said very modestly, in a cunning tone that the devil should have:

"As for me, I've only done a little bit of work, so it's not surprising at all."

"Alright, now that the problem is solved, and the day of the meeting of the celestial spheres is coming, you can freely break into this world and spread fear."

"Destroy that world, compete for the title of King of Hell in the ruins of the world, and with the respect of the entire Hell Dimension, sit on the throne, command the demons, and attack the heavens."

The old devil pointed to the phantom of the throne behind him in a heroic tone, and he bent over in an exaggerated tone, and said:

"Whoever ascends the throne, I will give all my loyalty."

"We?"

Lucifer stared at Mephistopheles, its gray eyes twinking, and said:

"What does this mean? You're quitting? ”

"No, not quitting."

Mephistopheles turned her head to stare at the hourglass carved with the raven's emblem at the very edge of the table, and her eyes shone with hatred, and she said:

"I'm just, going to do something else, something that's important to me."

It grinned and showed a smile that would scare a crying child, and it said:

"I'm going to kill Merlin!"

“？”

Lucifer's expression became strange at this point.

It seems that he wants to laugh, but he holds back a smile, which is very rude for a self-proclaimed gentleman.

It tried to put away the scroll in its hand slowly, but the old devil took it back, but Lucifer did not stop it, but persuaded Mephistopheles to say:

"I know you've always had a grudge against Merlin, but how can there be no conflict with those who do what we do?"

"It's not our style to work hard for such a small grudge, Mephistopheles, you're a devil, not a brainless demon..."

"Listen to me, don't think about those useless things, compete for the king of hell, if you can sit on that throne, even if it is Merlin, you will bow down to you."

Lucifer accentuated his tone, and said to Mephistopheles:

"It's the rules of hell, and he can't break it."

"And since we've said it here, why don't we two form an alliance? You know, out of all the hell lords, there are only a few I can look at, if you can be my ally..."

"This time, forget it."

The old devil said in a calm tone:

"I've made up my mind. Either he dies or I die, and there is no third choice. ”

The calmness on Mephistopheles' face made Lucifer feel a little incomprehensible.

Even creepy.

This expression can appear on Barr, it can appear on Balil, but it should not appear on Mephistopheles's face, which Mephistopheles has never had in Lucifer's memory.

It's like under the shell of the old devil, replaced by another more upright and reckless reckless soul.

But here's the thing, Mephistopheles was never reckless...

"Why?"

Lucifer frowned and asked:

"You're weird today, did you take the wrong medicine? I remember I told you that mortal medicine should not be taken indiscriminately, and that some of these horrible things are effective against infernal creatures. ”

"I just... Just saw through something, my friend. ”

The old devil's expression returned to its usual cunning and cunning in the next moment, and he said with a smile:

"I, like you, and all souls in hell, thought it was a lifelong quest to sit on that ridiculous wooden throne, but you know what? It dawned on me that this was not the case. ”

"How should a devil spend his life? Ashamed of doing nothing? Or is it because... Uh, well, I'm not going to read this passage, anyway, I've found something more important than being the king of hell. ”

Mephistopheles' eyes widened, and in the fire that burned in its eyes, it clenched its claws, and it said:

"As long as I kill Merlin, I'll be able to 'really' live!"

"Listen to my advice."

The old devil reached out and helped Lucifer straighten his slightly deviated bow tie, leaving an ugly black scorch mark on Lucifer's white shirt by the way.

Such an expensive piece of clothing was destroyed.

After another little joke, the grinning old devil took a step back, and he looked at Lucifer with anger on his face, and said in a quiet tone:

"Lucifer, my old friend, be happy in time, while you still have to enjoy."

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"Wow"

The blade was unsheathed, and the dancing sword light beat like a clear moonlight, beating in front of the fireplace of the mysterious house.

Raven's wrist flicked, placing Judas horizontally in front of him, and he stroked the blade of the greatly transformed longsword, then picked up the handkerchief in his hand, wiped the blade, and tended to his weapon.

Opposite Merlin, Raven in a black dress moved her fingers, allowing the black arrogant flames to entangle and burn on her fingers, sometimes shaping a running lion, sometimes turning into a raven with outstretched wings.

The flame that burns all things is her weapon.

"Haven't you contacted Ganata yet?"

Raven summoned the flames to make the magic rise, and her long black hair flew behind her head, and as she practiced in this way, she looked at her brother and asked:

"She hasn't answered yet?"

"It's not that easy."

Merlin sighed, he wiped the humming sword Judas, and he said:

"Ganata was taken away by Star-Swallower, and although it seems to be due to the appearance of the giant beast, I suspect that Star-Swallower took his daughter at this time, probably because he didn't want Ganata to be involved in what I was going to do next."

"Swallowing Star, he has already laid out a future path for his daughter. Although he didn't come forward much, out of consideration of his father's responsibility, he probably wouldn't allow Ganata to make his own decisions on this kind of thing. ”

Raven shrugged his shoulders and said:

"I can understand, after all, it's a matter of life and death."

"But without her help, how can we defeat Sannomiya?"

Raven frowned, and she said:

"The 'vanity' and 'arrogance' that are withdrawn alone will be suppressed in the face of the full seven deadly sins. Without Ganata to help us block the power that Devouring the Three Palaces draw from the outside world, it will be difficult for us to defeat it in a war of attrition. ”

"Well, I have a way."

Merlin looked up and smiled at his sister, and said:

"You just have to adjust yourself to the best condition, and I'll figure out the solution."

"Also, in the past few days, I have been accompanying Lorna and them a lot, once the third palace is killed, after you inherit the three palaces of hell, it will be very difficult for you, as a monarch, to return to the present world."

"In the future, they are destined to get together less and leave more, so that they can be psychologically prepared."

"Hmm."

Raven ruffled her hair, and she nodded obediently.

"Give me your hand."

Merlin said to Raven.

The well-behaved sister didn't know what her brother was going to do, but she still put her left hand in front of Merlin's eyes, and Raven picked up the quill and, as if joking, scribbled on the four fingers of Raven's left hand.

But when Raven withdrew her finger, there was nothing on it.

"What is this?"

Miss Raven looked at her brother curiously, and Merlin winked at her and whispered:

"It's 'caring', careful care, you don't need to worry about it, you will know it when you need it."

"Alright, now go to Lorna and say hello to the girls for me."

At Merlin's urging, a somewhat bewildered Raven stood up, glanced at her brother, and went back to the present world through any door.

After Raven left, Xuanlan quietly walked out of the room on the second floor, she leaned against the railing, looked down at Merlin who was wiping the long sword, and said:

"The Seven Deadly Sins of the Three Palaces are the same as the emotional spectrum of the Lantern Heroes, it is based on the negative emotions of the stars and all things, and as long as there is life, the power of the Seven Deadly Sins will be endless."

"You've given Raven the strange power you've found before, but if you let her recklessly challenge Sannomiya like this, there's no chance of winning... Is there no alternative? ”

"Yes."

Merlin replied faintly:

"Kill all the lives in the stars, wipe out all emotions, and lose the source of power, the three palaces will be weak like a mouse that can be trampled to death casually..."

"It's not funny."

Xuanlan Says:

"You're even more unlikely to do that, so, let's be realistic, is there anything you can do?"

"Yes."

Merlin raised his head and gave Xuanlan a gentle smile, he put away his long sword and said:

"If you can't do it, you can ask the giant beast or God to come forward... Anyway, the world is coming to an end, and I don't care about imbalance or anything like that. ”

"Be serious!"

Xuanlan was a little angry, because Merlin had been making jokes and didn't answer her directly at all.

"Ding Dong"

The doorbell rang suddenly, Merlin looked at the closed door in surprise, he raised his head, and said to Xuanlan:

"When did you install the doorbell?"

"No, there's a bastard kidding."

Xuanlan hooked her fingers with a dissatisfied expression, and the door suddenly opened.

Uncle Deadpool, who leaned against the door, used his mobile phone to simulate the doorbell, dressed himself up with bells and whistles, and made a lewd laugh, fell to the ground unexpectedly.

He lay on the ground, and didn't stand up at all, just raised his head and looked at Merlin standing in front of him.

He continued to laugh lewdly twice, and said:

"Don't hit me, I'm here to deliver a letter."

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