Little Hela was escorted to the Asgard's Underworld by the team of fierce Frost Giant Warriors.

The huge maze in hell could not stop them from moving forward at all. Not to mention that Xiao Xiao Hela was the master here, the large maze that occupied one-third of the underworld was established by her, so it would definitely not be difficult for her.

Even if Hela has been sealed for too long, has lost her past memories, and has forgotten how to walk the maze.

This broken place has been in disrepair for a long time, and those mazes lack maintenance in time and have long collapsed to a dissatisfaction.

Last time Thor and Loki entered the border of hell from here, the rampant "road" that reckless Thor drove out in the maze was still there.

Follow it all the way out and you can reach the junction between Asgard's Underworld and the border of Hell.

Little Hela's power was too sealed by the time gem, and she could not even sense the full picture of this hell.

Naturally, she couldn't sense it. In fact, the big bad guy Merlin, who was so hated by her, didn't leave at all.

Meilin has actually been hiding in his own shadow, on that cliff, without moving at all.

After Little Hela left, Merlin appeared again from the shadows.

He stood on the edge of the cliff and looked at the broken ruins below, as well as the wingless angels who were wandering like wild beasts in the ruins.

According to the story told by Hela and combined with the news sent by the archangel before, Merlin can be sure that the wingless angels in the ruins are the angels exiled by Odin to the void thousands of years ago.

They have no male...

All are women.

Because of the recklessness and mistakes of their leaders, they have been cursed for thousands of years and cannot rest in peace until now.

Of course, these sufferings have nothing to do with Merlin.

He just...

Being entrusted by others and being loyal to others is nothing more.

Merlin took a step forward.

Just like a cliff jumper, his body was completely suspended in the air, but he did not fall, like he was stepping on an invisible ladder in the air, floating forward in a suspended posture.

The black robe hung low on the surface of the body, and the four split corners of the clothes that were separated below were automatically free of wind, and the long tail was straightened in the air.

The Raven Maharaja carried his hands behind him.

The waist is straight.

The long black hair is scattered on the shoulders and is occasionally blown to the back of the head, but it will quickly fall back.

Although Zatanna complained that her appearance was no different from before, after her rebirth, Merlin's temperament was indeed much better than when she was a mortal.

Just like Queen Riana's evaluation.

As dark as a shadow, it also has the gloom from the wasteland of hell, the calmness that a powerful spellcaster should have, and finally it has a hint of mysterious color that cannot be ignored.

Such a person appears in front of you, probably no one will regard him as a roadside fish.

It's a big shot.

You have to be like a big shot.

He descended from a high place and fell on the ground of the ruins of hell for more than ten seconds. He did not step on the ground covered with weathered bones and stains, but was suspended in the air.

Anyone with a brain knows that this guy is not easy to mess with.

But unfortunately, these wingless angels around Merlin...

They have no brains.

These angels who have been deprived of their wisdom and live in hell like beasts have long lost the nobleness of their companions in heaven, and lacked the elegance of delicate and hypocritical.

They were wrapped in strange animal skins and tattered robes, and some were simply naked.

He held a rough weapon in his hand, a wind-eroded broken spear and a broken sword, and some of the weakened ones simply carried the thigh bones left by unknown creatures like barbarians.

Their faces and bodies were stained, and some irritable guys were covered with hideous scars.

Well, despite losing their wings, losing their wisdom, and leaving only instinctive mania, their superb physical fitness seems to be still there and they have not become a group of weak chickens just because they fall into hell.

Thinking about it, these angels were no ordinary characters at all, and they were able to withstand the siege of the Hell Legion several times their own at a disadvantage a thousand years ago.

Judging from the act of the Archangel Gabriel's solemn request of Merlin to bring back the alive angels, these exiled angels are probably the elite among the elite.

It is probably an elite character who can directly change the power comparison between enemy and us on a battlefield with the number of several legions.

At this time, hundreds of crazy angels surrounded Merlin.

They lowered their bodies and made beast-like whimpers, their eyes staring at Merlin, staring at the guy who invaded their territory.

Instinct is telling them that this guy is dangerous.

But their way of survival like a beast made them unable to ignore the invaders.

The two sides are in a stalemate.

Uh, or, in other words, a one-sided stalemate.

Merlin didn't take these crazy angels seriously...

Even if nearly 3,000 crazy wingless angels came together in this ruin, it would not cause trouble for Merlin.

The gap between the two sides is too big, so it is difficult to use quantity to make up for quality.

“No rage here!”

Merlin stretched out his finger and tapped in the air, and he whispered.

The next moment, the divine words descended.

The angry angels immediately became confused.

Just like invisible water washing away the anger in their hearts, they felt the peace of mind for the first time in this thousand years.

"Come!"

Merlin used two fingers to pick up the black feather that Xiao Xiao Haila gave him, and then casually hooked his fingers to a confused angel wrapped in animal skin and a single ponytail in front of him.

The latter's fool's voice sounded in Merlin's mind, like an unconscious puppet received commands.

She lowered her head and walked forward.

The closer she got to Meilin, the more she trembled. In the end, when she was 5 meters away from Meilin, she was already shaking like a sieve.

It's not her fault.

This is the instinct of life to respect higher life.

"Don't be afraid."

Merlin said gently:

"I won't hurt you, poor kid, hold it."

He pushed the black feather forward.

The wingless angel trembled when she heard Merlin's voice. She looked at the black feather in front of her, emitting mysterious light.

With Merlin's encouragement, she stretched out her blood-stained fingers.

Gently, he touched the feather.

The curse was lifted at this moment.

The stolen wisdom and reason suddenly returned, like a thunder struck her.

Her expression was dull.

It was like a statue, and after a few seconds, she came to her senses.

She raised her hands and looked at herself covered in stains and blood, dirty and unsightly, like a rough beast.

The memory of chaos over the past 1,000 years echoes in my mind, and even earlier, she travels through the stars as a noble angel and her sisters.

It's like two worlds without any common ground...

"Plop"

The angel fell to his knees.

She lowered her head toward Merlin who was hovering in front of her and touched the ground with her forehead.

Not just gratitude, but much heavier than that.

"Buzz"

Merlin relaxed his fingers, and the black feathers fell in the air, floating in front of the angel's eyes.

He whispered:

"Go and wake up your companions."

"In 3 days, I will pick you up. I welcome those who are willing to go to the wasteland with me. I will not force you if you don't want to go."

"But I hope, after 3 days, what I see is a real group of fearless warriors with a heart of salvation, rather than a group of savage and dirty beasts."

He carried his hands on his back and looked at the wingless angel kneeling beneath his feet with a calm look.
To be continued...