In the Holy Place.

Below that window, in the warm sunshine, Merlin stood there.

The dark red raven spirit stood on Merlin's shoulder, tilting its head, looking at the onlookers in front of it like its own master.

"The clothes are good."

Riana looked at the robe on Merlin, and her eyes were full of glory.

The dark red robe covered the body of Merlin, decorated with various ancient Egyptian, regional and paradise-style drawings, and was divided into four pieces at the hem.

The two pieces hung at Meilin's feet, and the two pieces behind him were separate tails, as if they were dragging longer than the ground.

But in fact, it is like a plum tree, floating in the air.

On both sides of the robe, two black streamers extended downward from the shoulders.

There is a dark red cloak behind the shoulders.

It was automatically without wind, and it floated behind him like a pair of shaking wings.

This robe is simple, without exaggerated pendants, but it is full of a solemn and heavy, and mysterious temperament.

The Queen of Borders has always been struggling to find a dressing style that suits her. She can't wear her black armor every time she appears.

And now, she found it.

She had made a decision to make a dress exactly the same as Merlin after returning to the border of hell...

This robe that tends to be dark and deep style is definitely suitable for her.

It can also show its momentum as the reserve hell king.

"Your clothes are really good, with a dark temperament and a very deified look."

The Queen of the Border walked forward and she walked around Merlin twice. She commented sincerely:

"I like!"

"certainly."

Merlin reached out to take the glass of wine from Riana, which was specially prepared for him.

"Since you want to do the job you like, you naturally have to dress up."

He shook the wine glass in his hand and drank the delicious wine with a halo. He looked at the people in front of him and said sincerely:

"Thank you."

"I don't talk about those of you."

Damon waved his hand and said to Merlin:

"You can take a little time to deal with your own business, so we won't bother you. Make an appointment in a few days and we'll talk about something."

"Can."

Merlin nodded, he returned the cup to Riana, and he said:

"I'll meet in my hell at that time. I'll take you around. After all, they are the sons of hell, our second territory."

Damon blinked his eyes, and the half-demon said nothing.

He nodded and turned around and left the Holy Place with his sister.

If it weren't for Merlin's invitation, he would never have taken the initiative to step into the Holy Land.

For a half-demon...

Too dangerous.

"You can also prepare."

Merlin watched the half-demon brother and sister leave, and turned his head to Riana and said:

"Tonight, my family and I will meet at the border of Hell and take confidentiality measures."

"You just woke up..."

Riana touched her blond hair, and she complained:

"Just start to direct me to do this and that!"

"Please, Her Majesty the Queen."

Merlin smiled, and he changed into a more formal tone of request.

“It’s almost the same.”

Riana was also joking.

She was also very happy that Merlin could come back.

In the group of Sons of Hell, Merlin is the real backbone, and everyone admits that.

Riana stretched out her fist, collided with Merlin for a moment, and then opened the crack leading to the border of hell, and she waved to the others and stepped into it.

"You and Luo Shan..."

Merlin turned his head and looked at Johnny again, who shrugged and raised his left hand.

On his index finger, a ring was shining brightly.

“We won’t have a wedding.”

Johnny said with his waist:

"I have no relatives anymore, and Luo Shan's parents never like me, so it's better to be low-key."

"As for you."

Merlin waved his finger and a black halo opened in the Holy Place like Riana opening the gate of dimension to the border of hell.

He said to the Ghost Rider:

"You go back to the wasteland first, replace Constantine, and tell him that I will preside over the resurrection ceremony for him tonight."

Although Constantine is not the soul of the Horcrux, and his corpse has long been gone, Merlin has created a body for him in this world.

But for Merlin today, it is not difficult to do this.

Johnny nodded and quickly walked into the open dimensional channel.

As the black light converged, Merlin looked at Angel Luther, whose left hand was empty under his wrist.

The angel could have healed his body, but her left hand was sacrificed as part of the ceremony, which was related to the resurrection of a hell king, and this injury could not heal itself.

"Icarus."

Merlin looked at the glasses standing beside him, and he stretched out his hand and stroked Icarus' blue hair, and he said:

"Can you make a prosthetic for Luther? The best kind."

"no problem."

The glasses raised her head and smiled at Meilin, she said:

"But she wants to go back to the smart tower with me."

"Yeah, go."

Merlin said:

"Luther is an angel body. He is not used to staying in the wasteland hell. I don't want my followers to be eroded by the will of hell. She will be with you in the future."

"You can trust her as much as you trust me, and regard her as a member of the Mechanical God."

"Um."

The glasses nodded, she reached out and pulled Meilin's hand, and she said to Meilin:

"Then, goodbye in your hell?"

"I'll wait for you there."

Merlin smiled and looked at Zatanna, who understood what he meant and opened a portal for Luther and Icarus that directly led to the intelligent tower.

After the glasses girl also left, there were only two people left in the hall, Zatanna and Merlin.

Miss Magician held her arms, and she looked at Merlin up and down.

She said:

"The skin has become whiter and the body is more symmetrical, but it's still the same as before... it's not handsome at all, why don't you make your face more handsome?"

"Because I'm used to myself."

Merlin floated to Zatanna's eyes, he landed on the ground, stretched out his hand, and lifted Zatanna's chin as he swayed in his wide sleeves.

He looked at the face and said:

"Thank you, thank you for everything you did for me."

"Why do we still talk about this?"
To be continued...