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

Meilin, sitting on a rock of a broken building, was wiping his sword and throwing a body at his feet.

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

The hideous and huge headless body was thrown into the collapsed ruins, and the smelly blood flowed out of the wound on the neck, like a pool of dirty water scattered around the corpse of the son of Thanos.

Ganata just arrived.

But Miss Taotie, who was sleeping in a daze, was not interested in the "ingredient" of the black dwarf, which is not very good.

So she just took a look and went back to the wasteland and continued her dormant.

Her appetite seemed to be tricked by Raven Lord. It is foreseeable that after Ganata woke up, it would inevitably become more difficult to satisfy her stomach sac. This is really unfortunate news.

But there is good news.

"Oh, after waiting for so long, I finally have to wait for your first transformation."

The Raven Maharaja held the hilt of the sharp blade Judas in his left hand and held the cold blade in his right hand, holding the buzzing sword flat in front of him.

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

It is transforming.

The gray hilt of the sword is like a shell, constantly changing its shape. This steel creature is like having its own life, shaping a new form in the crisp sound of swords.

When Merlin instructed the dark craftsman Grena to cast Judah for him, he said that he needed a sword of the king of hell.

But such weapons cannot be made overnight, so Grena changed his way to complete the casting of his sword for the Raven Maharaja.

It creates a sharp blade that can grow.

By fighting against different opponents, constantly absorbing various strengths, and constantly tempering themselves in the fire of war.

As long as Merlin keeps moving forward, Judas will continue to grow and eventually have peerless power.

Although his birth was not long, Judas experienced many battles.

It stabbed the power clone of the Steppenwolf to death, burned in the heart fire of the King of Flame, and experienced the tempering of the frozen white frost that freezes all things, and is nourished in vanity every day.

Judas is like a shriveled sponge, constantly drawing the nutrients he needs from Merlin's experience.

After cutting off the black dwarf's head and taking the life of this barbaric life, it finally reached the brink of its newborn transformation.

It was very happy.

Merlin kept trembling in his hands, sharing his joy with his master.

Merlin also felt Judas' excitement. He smiled and beat the sword spine of the vanity blade. In the crisp echo, he said:

"I also expect to take you to have a good talk with my 'old father'. You can't hurt it now, but it doesn't matter, soon, your fangs will be sharp enough."

"Continue to grow, this is just the beginning."

"Yo, look at what I found?"

"The Lord of Hell is alone! The evil knowledge and power in his mind are more than a hundred times that of those weak heroes, and his soul is even more rare and delicious. Let us not disturb it, let us slowly approach him from behind, and then..."

"Break his neck, remove his head, and throw it 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 Lord. As the sound got closer and closer, five fingers emitting a warm light fell on Meilin's neck.

The slender five fingers were full of strength, and it seemed that they could kill Merlinger on the spot with just a slight twist.

"Buzz"

Judas, who was transforming, roared and jumped up from Merlin's hand, as if he was waved by an invisible hand, stabbing hard at the person behind the Maharaja with a sword roaring.

But the next moment, the furious sharp blade was gently held by the Great Lord.

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

Merlin comforted his weapon, and he said to the person behind him who was smiling:

"You seem to be really idle. All the things about exiling angels have been dealt with?"

"No, but I threw those things to Michael to do."

The white feathers flew beside the Raven Maharaja at this moment.

The feathers radiate light are so beautiful. They dance in the light and outline a very sacred scene in the silence of sings.

As Merlin was watching, the person behind him flapped his wings, slowly descended from the sky as the feathers and light danced, and hovered 2 meters before the Maharaja.

Archangel Gabriel was still wearing a very neutral black and white plaid suit, barefoot in crystal-made high heels, and his blond hair was very chic.

She held her arms, a relaxed smile on her face.

He is indeed an old acquaintance.

"Michael was very welcome to the return of his sisters. He was happy to help me complete those tedious things and to see the glory of heaven reappear. His old-fashioned and serious personality also helped Archangel Havan to re-adapt to some of the rules of heaven."

Gabriel shrugged, and the wide white wings behind her flapping, representing her slightly irritable mood.

She curled her lips and said:

"We are talking about fair trade and other things, but it is not sacred at all. Our style of doing things has never been so naked. If we want to live happily in heaven, the cloak of faith is a must."

"I hope my poor sister, exiled Haven, can understand this sooner."

Merlin listened quietly to Gabriel's complaints.

The transformation of the Blade of Vanity in his hand had reached a critical moment. Orange light kept gushing out from the sword spine and the hilt, wrapping the sword like a cocoon of insects.

If you listen carefully, you can also hear the strange sounds of tearing and biting from the cocoon of light.

"You definitely didn't come here just to chat with me."

Merlin sat on the edge of the ruins. Under the setting sun in the mirror dimension, his shadow continued to lengthen on the ground, covering the entire ruins behind him.

Those shadows that are in their shadows roll, like monsters lurking in the darkness and peeking at the world.

And in front of him, Gabriel emitted a white light, and the light merged with the sunset, covering the area behind her with the swaying light like ripples of water.

The boundary between light and darkness is at the feet of the Archangel and the Maharaja, but it is not clearly visible, and it is more like a confrontation between canines and teeth.

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

"You saw it too. I'm a little busy now, so just say something."

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

The Archangel reached out and plucked her cool hairstyle, and she said to Merlin:

"It's rare to meet you who come to the world in person, and you don't have your troublesome wives around you, no one stops or disturbs you."

She squeezed her eyes at Merlin, deliberately thrust her chest, then stuck out her tongue, licked her lips, and she hinted as if she was pointing out:

"Isn't this a great opportunity to have sex with the girl and a good chance to get out of the wall?"

“Your wording is a bit unstandard.”

The expression of the Raven Lord did not change much. His eyes were clear at the Archangel who deliberately seduced him, and he said:

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

"But you have indeed given everything to faith. You are the one who is most sincere to your Lord among the many great angels. There is no extra place in your heart for others. What is here is just a shell carrying faith."

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

"I do appreciate women who are outstanding in appearance, but I have no interest in beautiful dolls."

"Go, a man without courage."

The failed archangel once again curled his lips.

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

"Okay, I'm here to deliver things."

"Bang"

The thing that was like a golden light was thrown to Merlin.

The latter is taken in hand.

The thing was quite heavy to buy, and the golden streamer was wrapped around its surface like a substance, but under Merlin's gaze, the golden light quickly dissipated, and soon exposed its true face to the raven.

A silver broken gun.

To be precise, it is the spearhead part of a spear.

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

There is not much fancy decoration on the part of the sharp blade on both sides of the weapon, just like it has been hardened by time. Merlin's fingers rubbed against the sharp blade, and the sharp blade has a frosted texture.

There are some holes in the center of the broken spear, which are not cast in one piece. Some iron wire-like things pass through the holes and wrap around the handle of the broken spear.

This makes the appearance of this broken spear look a bit rough.

Judging from the appearance alone, it is not sacred and does not have the sacred majesty.

It's an ordinary weapon.
To be continued...