Earth, New York, in a dimensional mirror of ruins.

Merlin, sitting on the stone of a crumbling building, was wiping his sword, throwing a corpse at his feet.

Black Dwarf, the war beast of the Dark Order, has lost its breath and its own head.

The hideous, massive headless body was left in the collapsed ruins, and the stench of blood flowed from the wound on the neck like a pool of foul pool of water around the body of the son of Thanos.

Ganata has just been here.

But Miss Glutton, who slept in a daze, was not interested in the "ingredients" that did not taste very good, such as the black dwarf.

So she just came to see it, and then went back to the wasteland and continued her dormancy.

Her appetite seems to have been nourished by the Raven Maharaja, and it is unfortunate news that it will become more difficult to satisfy her stomach after Ganata wakes up.

But there is good news.

"Oops, I've been waiting for so long, and it's finally time for your first metamorphosis."

The Raven Lord held the hilt of the blade Judas in his left hand and the cold blade in his right hand, holding the humming sword flat in front of his eyes.

He looked at the blade in his hand with an expectant gaze.

It's metamorphosing.

The gray hilt of the sword is like a shell, constantly changing shape, and this steel creature seems to have a life of its own, shaping a new form in the crisp sound of the sword.

When Merlin instructed Greiner, the Dark Artisan, to forge Judas for him, he said he needed a sword from the King of Hell.

However, such weapons could not be crafted overnight, so Greiner found a different way to forge the sword for the Raven Lord.

It makes a sharp blade that can grow.

By fighting against different opponents, by constantly absorbing various strengths, and constantly refining themselves in the flames of war.

As long as Merlin does not stop moving forward, Judas will continue to grow and eventually have peerless power.

Although it was not born for a long time, Judas experienced no less battles.

It stabbed Steppenwolf's power clone to death, burned in the heart of the Fire King, and experienced the tempering of the hoarfrost that froze all things, and every day it was nourished in vanity.

Judas was like a shriveled sponge, constantly drawing the nourishment he needed from Merlin's experience.

After chopping off the head of the black dwarf and taking the life of this savage life, it is finally on the verge of its nascent metamorphosis.

It's a delight.

Merlin's hands trembled, sharing his joy with his master.

Merlin also felt Judas's excitement, and he smiled as he struck the spine of the vanity blade, and in that crisp echo he said:

"I'm counting on you to have a good talk with my 'old father', you can't hurt it yet, but that's okay, soon, your fangs will be sharp enough."

"Keep growing, this is just the beginning."

"Yo, what did I find?"

"A lonely Helllord! The evil knowledge and power in his mind are a hundred times more than a thousand times that of those weak heroes, and his soul is even more rare and delicious, let's not alarm it, let us slowly approach him from behind, and..."

"Break his neck, remove his head, and throw him into the pool of reincarnation, and there will be another supreme angel in heaven!"

A voice with a teasing and teasing tone sounded behind the Raven Maharaja, and as the voice got closer and closer, the five fingers that radiated a warm light landed on Merlin's neck.

The slender fingers were full of power, and it looked as if they could kill Mehringer on the spot with a slight twist.

"Buzz"

Judas, who was in the midst of his transformation, let out a roar of rage and jumped up from Merlin's hand, as if he had been waved by an invisible hand, and stabbed the man behind the Maharaja with the neighing of his blade.

But the next moment, the blade of rage was gently held by the Maharaja.

"Don't be afraid, it's a friend."

Merlin soothed his weapon, and without looking back, he said to the smiling man behind him:

"You seem to be really idle, and the banished angels have all been dealt with?"

"No, but I left it to Michael to do it."

White feathers fluttered at the Raven Maharaja's side at this moment.

The feathers that radiated the light were beautiful, and they danced in the light, outlining a rather sacred scene in the sound of the hymn.

Under Merlin's gaze, the person behind him flapped his wings, and in the flutter of feathers and light, slowly descended from the sky, hovering 2 meters in front of the Maharaja's eyes.

Archangel Gabriel was still wearing a very neutral black and white plaid suit, stepping barefoot on crystal heels, and her blonde hair was combed very chic.

She crossed her arms and had a relaxed smile on her face.

It's really an old acquaintance.

"Michael welcomed the return of his former sisters, he was willing to help me with the tedious things, he was happy to see the glory of heaven return, and his old-fashioned and serious personality also helped Archangel Haven to 'adapt' to some of the rules of heaven again."

Gabriel shrugged, her wide white wings flapping behind her to represent her slightly irritable mood.

She pouted and said:

"It's all about fair trade or something, but it's not holy at all, our style of doing things has never been so naked, and if you want to live happily in heaven, the cloak of faith is necessary."

"I wish my poor sister, Haven the Wanderer, would understand this sooner."

Merlin listened quietly to Gabriel's complaints.

The transformation of the vanity blade in his hand had reached a critical moment, and orange light continued to pour out from the spine and hilt of the sword, like a cocoon, enveloping the sword.

If you listen closely, you can still hear the strange sound of tearing and biting coming from the light cocoon.

"You're definitely not here just to have a chat with me."

Merlin sat on the edge of the ruins, his shadow stretching across the ground as the setting sun in the mirror dimension shone in the mirrored dimension, enveloping the ruins behind him.

The shadows of those who are in the shadows roll like monsters lurking in the darkness and peeking into the world.

In front of him, Gabriel emitted a white light that fused with the setting sun, enveloping the area behind her in a light that rippled like water.

The boundary between light and darkness is at the feet of the archangel and the maharaja, but it is not clearly visible, more like a confrontation of canine teeth.

The Raven Lord looked up, he looked at Gabriel, he pointed to the light cocoon in his hand, and said:

"You can see it, I'm a little busy right now, so if you have something to say, just say it."

"I'm here to invite you and me for a drink."

The archangel reached out and flicked her chic hairstyle, and she said to Merlin:

"It's rare to meet those difficult wives who have come to this world in person and don't have you by your side, no one to stop them, and no one to disturb them."

She squeezed Merlin's eyes, deliberately puffed up her chest, stuck out her tongue again, licked her lips, and hinted pointedly:

"Isn't this a great opportunity to mess with flowers and grass, and red apricots to get out of the wall?"

"There's something wrong with your wording."

The Raven Maharaja's expression did not change, and he looked at the archangel who deliberately tempted him with clear eyes, and he said:

"And I don't think it's a good opportunity, even though it's a bit out of tune and looks crazy."

"But you have given everything to faith, you are the most sincere of all the archangels to your Lord, and there is no place in your heart for anyone else, only a shell that bears faith."

Merlin looked at Gabriel's body in the light, and he shook his head, and said:

"I do admire women who are so beautiful, but I don't have much interest in beautiful dolls."

"Hey, a man who doesn't have the guts."

The archangel, who had failed to seduce again, pouted.

She reached out and reached into the light beside her, grabbed something, and said to Merlin with an unhappy face:

"Well, I'm here to deliver something."

"Smack"

Something entwined with golden light was thrown to Merlin.

The latter is in the hands.

The thing was heavy to the touch, the golden streamer wrapping around its surface as if it were substance, but under Merlin's gaze, the golden light quickly dissipated, and soon revealed its true face to the raven's eyes.

A silver broken spear.

To be precise, the spearhead part of a war spear.

Four fingers wide, two palms long, the shape is simple.

There are not too many fancy decorations on the blades on both sides of the weapon, as if they have been honed by time, Merlin's fingers rub against the sharp blade, and the sharp blade has a kind of frosted texture.

There were holes in the center of the broken spear, not cast in one piece, but something like iron wire passed through those holes and wrapped around the grip of the broken spear.

This gave the broken spear a rough look.

From the outside, it is not sacred, nor does it have that breathtaking majesty.

It's just an ordinary weapon.

"The spear of fate, also known as 'St. Longinus', is said to have pierced the body of Christ and thus stained with the blood."

Gabriel looked at the weapon in Merlin's hand, and she whispered as if she were introducing:

"But the rumor is false, or that the holy object revered by the world is only a copy of this thing, which has been stored in the vault of heaven since its birth, and has no second user but our Lord."

"It is a tool that my lord uses to make and repair the world, and it has not been involved in battle, nor has it been stained with the blood of any enemy chieftain."

The archangel whispered:

"To be honest, I really don't understand, what's the point of you going to so much trouble chasing it?"

"I'm not going to tell you."

The Raven Lord held the Spear of Destiny as if he was holding a short sword, and swung it in the air a few times, and it felt quite comfortable.

He looked at Gabriel, and he said:

"But you'll know eventually, and you'll know why when I use it, and tell me about the magic of this creation weapon, I've heard that it can control destiny?"

"That's an exaggeration."

The Archangel explained in a relaxed tone:

"Because it has been held by my lord for a long time, its breath can indeed make all living things within a hundred and twenty feet surrender, but it does not come from the weapon itself, but from the majesty of my lord..."

"Really?"

There was a hint of banter in Merlin's blue eyes.

He suddenly raised the broken spear in his hand and said to the archangel 2 meters in front of him:

"So, St. Gabriel! Surrender to me! ”

Gabriel sensed something was wrong when Merlin raised her broken spear, and she quickly retreated, but she couldn't get a hundred and twenty feet away from Merlin before Merlin could give the order.

So, under the gaze of the Maharaja, Gabriel's expression became dazed.

She flapped her wings, slowly fell from the sky, and in a sincere gesture, half-knelt before the eyes of the Maharaja, she bowed her head, gathered her wings, and said in a dream-like voice:

"I submit to you, my master..."

"Tsk"

Merlin flicked his tongue, and he stood up, stepped forward, and held out his finger on Gabriel's chin, lifting the archangel's face.

He looked at Gabriel's blank gaze, and after a few seconds, he said with some interest:

"Stop playing, your acting skills are terrible, you know?"

"Hey, it's boring."

The eyes of the archangel, who was half-kneeling on the ground, became lively again, and she slapped Merlin's finger on her chin, and she stretched out her tongue and licked her lips, and said to the Maharaja with a provocative look:

"I'm still waiting for what you're going to do for me, Merlin..."

"Go on."

Raven looked at the spear of destiny in his hand.

Although Gabriel did a good job of concealing it, at that moment just now, she did fall into forced submission, which could not be concealed from Merlin's senses.

The spear of fate comes from heaven, from God, and the archangels who serve God are completely power-resistant to it.

This is not surprising.

But if Gabriel couldn't immuggle the power of this thing, it meant that neither could the other Lords of Hell of her rank.

"Aside from the one hundred and twenty feet realm of fate, the biggest feature of the spear of fate is that it is sharp enough."

The archangel patted the dust on her trousers, and she said to Merlin:

"Its sharpness is on a conceptual level, and any form of defense will be broken, in other words, when you hold it, even the real gods will bleed before your eyes."

"Well, that's good!"

Merlin nodded in satisfaction.

As Gabriel watched, he clasped his fingers around the edge of the Spear of Destiny, and after a tear, a ball of blue cosmic force was ripped out of the Spear of Destiny.

The blue, slime-like writhing energy was slapped by Merlin's backhand on the Raven's Book at his waist.

Like the bright streamer of stars flashing on the surface of the book.

This scene made the archangel's eyes widen.

Sure enough, Merlin's purpose in asking God for the spear of fate was not simple.

Although the archangel did not know what the blue energy represented, she could feel the distant desolation from the origin of the stars.

"Huh"

After the cosmic force was stripped away, the Raven Lord threw the spear of fate into the orange light cocoon in his hand in front of the archangel.

The transforming Vanity Blade sensed its master's movements, and it hissed with delight, swallowing the spear of fate into its own light cocoon.

The next moment, the sound of steel tearing and biting became fierce in vain.

"You!"

This scene made the archangel suddenly angry, and the big wings behind her lined up, and in the wind, she pointed at Merlin, and screamed:

"That's... How can you..."

"I've fulfilled the agreement, and this thing is mine."

Merlin interrupted Gabriel's rebuke with a wave of his hand, saying:

"How to use it, how to deal with it is my business, for the sake of our friendly relationship, you don't meddle with it, okay?"

"Okay."

Gabriel hesitated for a few seconds, then breathed a sigh of relief.

The archangel flicked her wings behind her back and straightened out her somewhat fried feathers, her expression became lazy again, and she hooked her finger at Merlin, and said:

"Back to the beginning, would you like to go and have a drink?"

"Forget it for today."

Merlin put away the light cocoon in his hand, he looked at the sky, and he said:

"A 'friend' of mine has returned from a long trip and brought me a gift, an important thing that has been delayed for so long that I don't want to wait any longer."

"Let's talk about drinking another day."

Nine Heavenly God Emperors