Chapter 1552: 6. King of Hell

"clang"
The last hammer hit the burning iron felt.
The green fire of fear was so desolate that it was invisible, representing that the fear power of the serpent was burned out, in the final flames.
Merlin put down the forging hammer.
His fingers twitched gently, and the crown of fear that was finally forged came to his eyes.
It is silver gray.
It looks very much like the crowns worn by medieval kings. The whole is a slightly thin iron ring with embellishments forged into thorns on the upper and lower edges.
On each side of the crown, there is a face-like decoration.
The one on the left looks like a big snake, and the one on the right looks like a nightmare. They all have only their heads, and they are entangled with silver-gray chains.
They don't have a surging consciousness, but if you listen carefully, you can hear the endless howls of the two evil gods.
They are bound forever in this crown, unless the crown is broken, they will not be free.
The body of the serpent has been sealed in time by Thor with eternal power. It is the king of fear in the past.
The nightmare has no body at all, but it is tied to the crown, which means it can no longer covet the dream world and nightmare dimension.
Right in front of the crown, there is also a blurred face.
The shadows can't be seen clearly, that represents the ontological consciousness of the crown of fear. This ultimate creation of fear will also grow, but after all, it serves the king of hell.
As long as Merlin doesn't choose to leave it, it will never betray.
Exquisite creation.
After the fire of fear extinguished, the silver crown glowed like white smoke in the dark, wrapping around Mei Lin's body.
The smoke is escaping, and in that smoke, there will be a face yelling and shouting from time to time.
That is the manifestation of fear.
"perfect..."
Merlin looked at this fearful creature, and he stroked the warm crown with an admiring look.
The crown felt the master's touch, and it swayed in the air, whining with joy.
It is begging its owner to wear it so that it can fulfill its mission of existence, absorb the fear of all things for its owner, and let its owner add another deadly weapon.
But Judas was not happy.
This sharp sword screamed out of the air. It stopped beside Mei Lin, waving its sharp blade at the crown of flattering fear, and was about to smash the who could only wag his tail and flatter.
It is Merlin's most trusted weapon!
This new licking dog has to stand aside!
"be quiet."
Merlin patted an angry Judas.
This sword is like an aggrieved puppy, circling Merlin twice, making a sad neigh, causing Merlin to laugh.
"Don't worry, you will always be my favorite sword."
Merlin reached out and stroked the spine of Judas' sword. He said:
"You will soon fulfill the mission of your birth, and you will not be abandoned."
Judas was satisfied.
It erected its body triumphantly, and gestured to the crown of fear, like a demonstration. After all this, Judas quickly disappeared into the air.
It had drunk the blood of the elder of the universe before, and new power was bred in this sword. It had to adjust itself to the most perfect state before its master stepped onto the battlefield.
It already knows the mission of its birth.
It will not disappoint Merlin.
"You are really interesting. The will to give weapons to themselves is not a good thing. They will obey you when you are strong, but once you become weak, they will abandon you."
In the shadow behind Merlin, a very young voice sounded with a joking tone.
He said to Merlin:
"Weapons are not bound by morals. Their sole purpose is to harvest lives. Since they can harvest the lives of others, why can't they harvest the lives of their masters?"
"Causality!"
The raven reached out and held the crown of fear. He turned his head and looked at the figure looming in the darkness. He said:
"The weapon is not used to harvest life, it is used to protect the master, as long as it is held in the hands of the real master, it will become an extension of my will..."
"I named it Judas, but I am a rebel, just like me."
Merlin paused. He looked at the figure in the darkness before him. He said:
"Then, Lord Sandman, I have completed the agreement between us."
"As long as I am still a day, the nightmare will not be able to break free, you can rest assured to fall asleep, from then on there will be no screaming nightmares, and your nightmares will not scare you again."
"Yes, I am here for this."
The figure in the dark walked out slowly.
He looked like a decadent young man, wearing a robe from the ancient Greek period, revealing a small piece of his chest, his black hair swaying, and a ribbon fluttering around his waist.
This form is not at all like a member of the legendary endless family, much less like a powerful deity.
But He really is.
Merlin has confirmed from the Supreme God that the 7 members of the endless family are true gods.
But their forms of existence are very strange. They are more like the manifestation of invisible rules in the universe, representing the movement of the stars, but they are never too much.
And in this deformed universe, the existence of the endless family is also distorted, and they are not as mysterious and powerful as in the main world.
This can be seen from the fact that the Sandman needs to ask Merlin and Zatanna to help him remove the nightmare.
"You solved a big problem for me."
The Sandman reached out and took the crown of fear from Merlin.
The decadent young man looked at the silver crown in his hand, he sighed and said:
"Even if it was born in a world of nothingness, the malice in my sleep still makes people unable to sleep. You see, I have dark circles under my eyes."
This guy is a very peaceful being. He also pointed to his own eye socket and joked to Merlin.
But Merlin did not respond.
"Okay, okay, I know what you are expecting."
The Sandman sighed and said to Merlin:
"But my brothers and sisters and I can't help you, we are not good at fighting, and in this deformed world of vain, the power we can use is extremely limited, but we can help you shelter your world."
He said:
"You can safely go to the stars to fight the foreign gods, as long as you can persist on the front line, there is no need to worry about the rear."
"No, I need you to do another thing for me."
Merlin shook his head and said to the Sandman:
"I want to ignite the furnace and let the burning cosmic force spread across the stars and seas, so as to form the foundation of reality. I have selected my companions as the beacon to attract the force, but they may not be able to grasp it."
"I hope you can help them when they need it."
"Fine."
The Sandman flicked his tongue and a gentle smile appeared on his face. He said:
"It's not that hard. My brothers and sisters and I will help. Besides, you relieved me of my burden and allowed me to fall asleep easily. I think I should help you more."
"Well, let me tell you a crisis that you haven't discovered yet."
The Sandman squinted his eyes, and his figure became illusory, like a colorful nebula fire, in a psychedelic and beautiful light and shadow, in the waves that shine like a nebula.
He lowered his voice and spoke to Merlin.
The raven's expression turned pale immediately.
It was like hearing the scariest secret.
"Outer gods are not stupid, arrogance is just their disguise, Merlin."
In the halo like a dream, the Sandman said softly:
"At the beginning of the game, they are prepared for the possible rebellion you may set off, but that is not irreversible."
"Making great things requires sacrifices. People often call them'great sacrifices.' But who can look at all this with the mood of a victim?"
"I hope you can be prepared, Merlin, this is a difficult road, but unfortunately, you can't look back anymore."
The Sandman raised his hands and gently put the crown of fear in his hands on Merlin's head.
At the moment when the crown was added, Merlin's long black hair flew up in the air, and the power of fear continued to emerge, merged into the seven deadly sins system mastered by the raven, and finally transformed into the power he needed.
The Sandman’s figure disappeared, and at the moment he disappeared, he whispered:
"Cherish everything you still have."
"I hope to see you again in the real world, my friend."
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The Twilight Minaret today, as it used to be, stands at the intersection of the dimensions of hell. From the top of the tower, one can still clearly see the Throne of Satan burning in the fire in the center of hell.
But today's minaret is not lively.
The members of the children of are scattered in various hells, dealing with the current chaos, even though they all know the truth of the False Era.
But you can't just let the chaos in grow because all this is fake.
Nihilism is undesirable.
Every minute and every second before the end of the duel, they still have to perform their duties as the lords.
Since they look down on what the lords of the previous generation did, and now it is their turn to take power, they should also do something different.
The debate about the king of is still being discussed.
The children of hope that Merlin can ascend to the throne as soon as possible and announce the arrival of their time.
This is not just a ceremony.
The appearance of the King of Hell means that the chaotic dimension of Hell has a leader. Even if it is only a nominal leader, can no longer appear in a broken posture under this righteous name.
Even if there are frictions with heaven in the future, the king of can go to discuss and negotiate on behalf of all the princes.
But Merlin was still silent.
He is waiting for the nightmare to finish casting the crown of fear, and the rules of the king battle are still in effect. He must complete the ascension ritual by ingesting fear.
Moreover, Merlin also intends to use his own, converging fear, plus the power of given by the Satan Throne, to combine the three to break through the single universe.
"Om"
Merlin in a casual suit stepped out of the flames. He didn't have a silver crown of fear on his head. Wearing a suit with a crown always felt strange.
So instead, the crown was transformed into a pendant and hung from Merlin's neck.
He looked at the Throne of Satan wrapped in flames before him.
The throne that belongs to the King of Hell is not gorgeous. In fact, it is like a pile of rotten timbers randomly built and nailed together.
The left and right are not only unbalanced, but they are also very crude, and the entire throne does not even have a suitable plane.
Above the tattered backrest, there is a slanted cross, which represents the contempt of the creatures for heaven.
Below the throne made of rotten wood, the four letters "I.N.R.I" crookedly written on the wood facing the front.
That means the king of the Jews: of Nazareth...
Well, this is also a mockery of God, which means that and heaven are not at the same time.
In short, the throne of the legendary King of Hell in front of Merlin is like a terrible product full of black humor and hippie style.
Just as a prince once said, this thing was left on the street, and even the tramp would not take a look.
But what about this?
No matter how bad the throne, no matter how ugly, no matter how funny, it is still the treasure that all creatures in the entire dream of, and everyone is proud of being able to sit on this throne.
The throne itself is not luxurious, the true luxury is the symbol it represents.
Kingship.
This thing itself is not determined by the throne.
The truly noble one is the one sitting on the throne!
Merlin didn't notify anyone, he stepped up the stairs wrapped in blazing flames with a sense of excitement.
With each step he took, the flames sprayed from both sides of his body became more intense.
But this kind of flame couldn't resist Merlin's footsteps, and could not even ignite Merlin's clothes. The crown of fear hung on his neck radiated light.
Wherever the light went, the rushing fire became docile.
This is the rule.
The one who ingests the greatest fear will become the king of hell.
And Merlin now has no competitors. The Satan Throne is like a naked beauty. Apart from leaning over to cater to Merlin, it has no other choice.
Merlin stroked the scorching rotten wood. He had no emotion or anything to say.
He was somewhat distracted, perhaps because he knew some secrets that shouldn't be known.
He just turned around and sat steadily on the slanted chair of Satan's Throne. This garbage thing actually swayed twice, like a high-back chair with a missing leg, almost throwing the raven out.
But at any rate, it's really sitting.
The flame is burning.
They were the first to know that the King of Hell was born. They were burning in front of Meilin's eyes and all around, and respectfully revealed the projections of the hells of the worlds in the fire.
Those pulsating sparks are like messengers, waiting to spread the Yu Ling of the king of throughout hell.
"From today..."
Merlin lazily propped up his arms, supported his chin, raised his legs, and put his other hand on the armrest of the rotten wooden throne.
He said in a tone that couldn't lift the spirits, as in the scriptures:
"hell..."
"everywhere..."
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