At the moment when the crown was put on, Merlin's long black hair flew in the air. The power of fear continued to emerge, and it merged into the seven deadly sin system mastered by the raven, and finally converted into the power he needed.

The Sandman's figure dissipated, 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 spire of dusk is as usual today, standing at the junction of the dimensions of hell. From the top of the tower, you can still clearly see the throne of Satan burning in the fire in the center of hell.

But today's spire is not lively.

The members of the Sons of Hell are scattered in various hells, dealing with the current chaos, even though they all know the truth about the false era.

But just because all this is fake, you can't let the chaos in hell be full of chaos.

Nihilism is undesirable.

Every minute and every second before the showdown begins, they still have to fulfill their duties as the Lord of Hell.

Since they look down on what the previous generation of Hell Lords did, and now it is their turn to take power, they should do something different.

And the debate about the King of Hell is still being discussed.

The sons of Hell hope that Merlin can ascend to the throne as soon as possible and declare their era to come.

It's more than just a ceremony.

The appearance of the king of hell represents that the chaotic hell dimension has a leader. Even if it is just a nominal leader, hell can no longer appear in a broken posture under this great name.

Even if there is friction with heaven in the future, the King of Hell can go to discuss and negotiate on behalf of the great kings.

But Merlin has not been moving for a long time.

He is waiting for the nightmare to complete the casting of the Crown of Fear. The rules of the King of Hell's Battle for Hell are still in effect. He must complete the throne ceremony by absorbing fear.

In addition, Merlin also intends to use his own fears to gather, coupled with the power of hell given by the Throne of Satan, to break through the monolithic universe.

"Buzz"

Merlin, wearing a casual suit, stepped out of the flames. There was no silver fear crown above his head. It always felt strange to wear a suit with a crown.

So instead, the crown was transformed into a pendant and hung around Merlin's neck.

He looked at the Throne of Satan wrapped in raging flames in front of him.

The throne belonging to the King of Hell is not gorgeous. In fact, it looks like a pile of rotten wood is randomly built and nailed together.

Not only are the left and right unbalanced, but it also seems very shoddy, and the entire throne does not even have a suitable plane.

Above the ragged backrest, there is a tilted cross, representing the contempt of heaven by the creatures of hell.

Below the throne made of rotten wood, the four letters "I.N.R.I" are written crookedly on the wood facing the front.

That means the King of Jews: Jesus of Nazareth

Well, this is also a ridicule of God, which means that hell and heaven are incompatible.

In short, the throne of the godly king of hell in front of Merlin is like a bad product full of black humor and hippie style.

Just as a lord of hell once complained, this thing was thrown on the street, and even the homeless man would not take a look.

But so what?

No matter how bad the throne is, no matter how ugly or funny it is, it is still the treasure that all creatures in the entire hell have dreamed of, and everyone is proud to be able to sit on this throne.

The throne itself is not luxurious, real luxury is the symbol it represents.

Royal power.

This thing itself is not determined by the throne.

The truly noble one is the person sitting on the throne!

Merlin did not inform anyone. He stepped on the stairs wrapped in flames with a distracted mood.

With each step he took, the flames spewed out from both sides of his body became more and more intense.

But such flames could not resist Merlin's footsteps, and could not even ignite Merlin's clothes. The crown of fear that was hung on his neck was emitting light.

Wherever the light goes, the surging fire becomes docile.

This is the rule.

Those who take in the greatest fear will become the king of hell.

Merlin has no competitors now, and the Satan throne is like a beauty who has taken off all her hair. Apart from leaning over to cater to Merlin, it has no other choice.

Merlin stroked the scorching rotten wood, and he had no emotion or anything to say.

He was a little overwhelmed, perhaps because he knew some secrets that he shouldn't have known.

He turned around and sat steadily on the tilted chair of Satan's Throne. The garbage thing actually shook twice, like a high-backed chair with a missing leg, almost throwing the raven out.

But at least it was confirmed.

The flame is burning.

They were the first to know that the king of hell was born. They were burning around Merlin, and they respectfully projected the hells of all realms into the fire.

The beating Mars are like messengers, waiting to spread the Yu Ling of the King of Hell throughout hell.

“From today”

Merlin lazily supported her arms, her chin, raised her legs, and placed her other hand on the armrest of the rotten wooden throne.

He said in a tone that was unrestrained, as if he read the script:

"hell"
Chapter completed!