Dust and blood splattered everywhere.

Malachi's whimpering whimper became deeper and deeper, and shovels of soil were thrown into the pit, until the last sound of begging for mercy disappeared.

"Bang"

Zhakang slapped the shovel on the ground. He took out a cigar from his pocket and hooked his finger at Johnny. The latter shook his hand and a ball of flame flew over to help Zhakang ignite the cigar.

Zakang heard the conversation between Merlin and Malachi clearly.

Merlin said that in this small group, it is enough for those who are wise and wise.

From these simple words, Zakang, who is as thoughtful as a fox, has already understood what Meilin needs him to do.

As the smoke rose, Zhakang secretly glanced at Meilin behind him.

The latter seems to care about the lives and deaths of these people at all.

But Zhakang knew that it was time for him to take action now.

He walked forward with a burning cigar in his mouth and kicked Hus, the hell hunter whose limbs were cut off.

The son of Hell seemed to have taken a little harder when he grabbed it, and Riana's great sword that slashed his soul destroyed its mind.

This led to the fact that this guy now has no wisdom in his eyes except howling.

"This guy is crazy."

Zhakang squirted a puff of smoke with regret. He turned around and winked at Johnny, saying:

"It's useless, bury it."

The Ghost Rider said nothing.

He bent down and grabbed the Hell Hunter and threw it into another pit.

In the background of Johnny's shoveling of soil, Zakang crouched down in front of the unspoken war angel Luther and the silent fallen angel Kazan.

He looked at the two men and said:

"You two seem to be useful."

Zhakang laughed and said:

"You have been abandoned by heaven and hell. You have been thrown into the wasteland. The boss looks like he has some other thoughts. I don't know what he wants to do, but I know at least that the knowledgeable people are heroes."

"You will die here, be buried in the boundaries of wasteland, and rot with this world do you know what's the best?"

Zhakang snapped his fingers and said with interest:

"This place is magical. Every 24 hours, you will be resurrected and then continue to die in pain again in the suffocation of deep burying the curse of the earth, repeating and endless."

"Or you have a choice."

Constantine looked back at Merlin.

The latter was holding the key to this wasteland, closing his eyes, as if sensing something that was not visible to the naked eye.

Seeing that Meilin had no objection, Zhakang turned his head and continued to say to the two guys in front of him:

"Follow the Raven, he talks and laughs with God, has a close relationship with the Lords of Hell, and has fought with Odin once. Following him will not be considered a shame for you."

"What do you say?"

"Lucif will not let you go!"

The fallen angel emitting a blue light gritted his teeth and said:

"Faced with Your Excellency Morning Star, I can't see your chances of winning, I."

"it's a pity."

Zhakang reached out and grabbed the light from the fallen angel, as if he was holding its neck, and threw it into the third pit, he said:

"The answer is wrong! Let's suck here with your brother!"

"No!"

As the stinking mud fell, Kazan, who had no fixed shape like a blue light, screamed:

"I mean, I know a lot of Lucifer's secrets. If you want to be enemies with him, you will need me!"

"That's how it is."

Zhakang walked to the edge of the pit with his hands on his back. He said to Kazan, who was struggling:

"You make it clear, I thought you were laughing at us for being overestimated. The boss wouldn't like to hear such words."

He pulled Kazan out of the half-buried pit again.

He patted the stains on the light with a hypocritical face, and he said to the beating light and shadow:

"You made the right choice, brother, congratulations."

Kazan's face without a specific face shines, and she doesn't know if she is crying or laughing.

Zakang finally came to the silent Angel Luther.

He reached out to caress Luther's blood-stained face, but he could still see his originally beautiful and glorious face. He said:

"In the end it's you, what do you say about angel?"

"Take your dirty hands away!"

Luther gritted his teeth, and she closed her eyes and said in a voice that was ashamed:

"My faith has been broken, bury me."

Constantine shrugged, and he stood up and nodded to Johnny.

The Flame Skeleton walked forward and grabbed Luther, who was broken, and was about to throw her into the pit.

"She's useful."

Merlin, who had been silent, opened his eyes. He held the key and said without looking back:

"Save her."

Merlin raised his finger, and the bronze key in his hand rose in the gaze of everyone behind him, a special connection established between Merlin and the key.

Just as Riana Ratips seized control of the border of Hell from her "adoptive father".

Merlin wants to connect his soul with the wasteland in front of him.

He will become the controller of hell like Riana.

With this, the will of Hell will no longer force Merlin to stay here.

Because they have become one.

But the price is that he will always be bound to this wasteland and will never be free.

When the wasteland is strong, he becomes powerful.

When the wasteland is destroyed, he dies.

But what makes Merlin more lucky than Riana is that only one-third of his soul stayed here.

Even if the wasteland disappears in the next moment, the existence of Merlin will not be completely erased.

It seemed that this incident was almost in danger and was a huge profit for Merlin, but there was no expression of joy on his face.

"Once I finish it, I'll be tied to Hell forever."

Merlin raised her head and looked at the key floating in the air, and said:

"I will have to live as a hell creature, and I will have to enter the battle for victory in the battle of the king of hell."

Merlin sighed and said:

"A road to the end of heaven. Once I fail, the fate will be destined to be miserable."

"If you can't make up your mind, why not let me do it?"

Zhakang rubbed his hands, and his eyes were burning at the key floating in the air.

He patted Merlin in the chest and said:

"I've been dead for a long time. I've been in this damn hell for almost ten years. I don't care about being bound to it forever with it. King Constantine, tsk, this name sounds great."

"OK."

A smile flashed across Meilin's face. He turned his body to the side and made a "please" move to Zhakang.

"Come on, I'm happy that someone else will take this responsibility for me."

This open and open attitude made Zakang feel a little afraid to act.

"Swish"

The chains in Johnny's hand ignited the flames, blocking Zhakang's eyes like a sword, and the flame skeleton said in a deep voice:

"That was won by Merlin after trying his best, and only he is qualified to use it!"

"Don't be stupid."
To be continued...