Shadow of the Beautiful World

Hell is a concept.

In a broad sense, it doesn't just refer to a certain plane or world.

In the current magic theory, hell is a huge system.

It is vast, scattered across indescribable, unimaginable dimensions and planes.

If we expand it further, even places like the nightmare dimension, dark space, or lightless sea can be included in the concept of hell.

It is precisely because of this fragmented form that in every world in the concept of hell, there must be a monarch to rule and represent.

The most iconic one is the Seven Lords of Hell.

They are the oldest or most powerful seven monarchs in hell, controlling the most famous seven plane worlds, and based on this, they formed a parliamentary system.

Through this parliamentary system, they unite the forces of hell, confront heaven, and keep the eternal war going on.

But the council of hell and hell itself are two concepts.

Not all Hell Lords will recognize the legitimacy of the Hell Council.

For example, the super-level demon Sangong, or the evil god of the dead house Saitorak, or the lord of the dark space who doesn't care about the seven kings of hell, the mysterious evil god Dormammu, etc.

From the day of hell's birth, the only orthodox representative recognized by all the maharajas and evil gods is the king of hell.

In other words, whoever can sit on the dilapidated Satanic throne can truly represent the vast and boundless power of hell.

But how easy is it to do this?

To sit on the throne of the king of hell, it is not just a matter of strength.

Let’s talk about the specific concept of the Lord of Hell.

Except for some special cases that are directly derived from the will of hell, as long as a personified will is born, they will become the lord of hell, most of the lords of hell rely on scrambles and wars to ascend to the throne.

Once a reigning hell lord dies, the most powerful hell demon kings under his command will inevitably be bloodied for the position of the lord.

To describe it with a sentence from the already blurred memory in Merlin's mind, it is:

Since ancient times, the position of Maharaja has been won by those with strong soldiers and horses!

But if it's just that, it seems too simple.

The birth of each Maharaja requires the fusion of his own personal will with the will of the hell world itself.

Just like what Merlin and Liana did, using their own mastery of the original power of hell, they turned themselves into agents of the will of hell.

This is a soul-binding ritual.

But from the birth of hell to the present, there is no rule that says that a soul can only be bound to one piece of hell...

In fact, as long as your will is strong enough, mainly you can hold it, you can bind several hell worlds at once.

Just like Merlin now.

As long as he wants, after Marduk's death, he doesn't need to wait for Daemon and Satana at all, and he can also serve as the Maharaja of Marduk Hell.

He didn't do it, not that he couldn't.

Just don't want to.

He has his own plans.

At this time, in the center of Marduk Hell, on the plain in front of the collapsed black palace, 300,000 melee devils have already beaten each other's dog brains.

The sound of shouting and killing shook the sky, and the flying flames and magic lit up the hazy sky.

From time to time, the crazy Balrog will perform a beautiful self-explosion.

If you don't know the inside story of this melee, others will think that after the death of Marduk, other hell lords led their troops in to seize this piece of hell.

But no.

Maharaja Marduk's death was too quick, and the other hell maharajas probably just received the news, and they were gathering troops to prepare for the invasion.

The restless demon kings of hell under Marduk's command moved quickly. They rushed from their station towards the center of hell.

Every guy thinks he is entitled to the throne of Maharaja of His Majesty Marduk.

But unfortunately, other demon kings also think so.

Therefore, the great chaos in Marduk Hell will start soon.

But the devil kings of hell are also in series with each other. After Marduk's death, a most basic rule has been reached among several devil kings.

While fighting internally, we must also maintain unity and jointly resist the invasion of other hells!

In other words, the throne of the hell lord can only belong to their subordinates who are loyal to Marduk, and they must not let outsiders take advantage of it!

The most wonderful thing is that Beret, the most powerful hell demon king of Marduk Hell, is now trapped in this world and cannot return.

For those weaker hell devil kings who had no hope at all, this is really a golden opportunity.

swish

In the 24th minute after Marduk's death, the last demon king of hell who arrived belatedly folded his wings and landed in front of the ruins of the palace.

More than a dozen powerful demon kings who held military power looked at each other, they exchanged glances, and then focused on the guy blocking the way in front of them.

With his hands behind his back, Merlin hovered in front of the ruins of the palace.

Standing behind him, Liana, who was carrying the Great Sword of the Soul Slayer, looked at the dozen or so demon kings of hell in front of him with a mocking and provocative look.

Their purpose is already clear.

Some impatient guys have even picked up weapons.

But no one was the first to stand up.

None of these people who can become Demon Kings is an idiot. Together, they may be able to push back the reserve Maharaja, Liana, but they absolutely cannot be the opponent of Merlin, the Heavenly Father.

But the current situation is more delicate.

The Demon King could see behind Merlin, in the ruins of the palace, the brothers and sisters of Hellstorm who were standing in front of the throne of the Great King, fused with the will of hell.

Those are the sons and daughters of Maharaja Marduk, logically speaking, they are also the own people in this hell.

But the two brothers and sisters are not the most powerful demon kings in this hell.

They're not even demon kings!

Your Excellency killed Marduk, if you come to ingest this hell, then we have nothing to say. We respect the strong and are willing to follow the strong!

A hell demon king with a huge body that looked like a Balrog stepped forward. It stared at Merlin with its three eyes and said:

But Damon and Satana are two weak chickens who are not qualified to inherit this piece of hell! There has never been a precedent in the dimension of hell!

right!

Another guy with wings on his back and a bird head and human body also screamed and echoed:

The two of them are thieves! They are stealing things that don't belong to them!

This is the internal affairs of Marduk Hell! If you don't want to take this piece of hell, then please don't interfere!

A group of demon kings suddenly became noisy.

whispering sound!

Liana, who was standing behind Merlin, suddenly sneered.

She said sarcastically:

There are so many strange things happening today. When did the devils start to reason? If you want to snatch the throne of the Lord of Hell, then come up and fight!

The Queen of the Frontier carried the Soul Slayer, she said unceremoniously:

As long as you kill me and Merlin, no one will stop you from ascending the throne.

Liana's provocation was answered almost immediately.

A few grumpy demon kings were about to rush forward with their weapons in hand.

But the two guys who made the sound at the beginning didn't seem to hear it at all. They were still standing there without moving.

They looked at Merlin who said nothing.

They know that this guy is the point.

What are you all looking at me for?

Merlin noticed the gazes of those stronger demon kings, and he said calmly to the demon kings who were somewhat in the same hatred:

Go in if you want.

While talking, he also turned sideways to get out of the way.

But no one moved.

All right.

Merlin coughed lightly. He glanced back at the Damon brothers and sisters in the palace. He turned his head and said to the demon kings who forced the palace:

You have to be reasonable, right? Then I will reason with you.

Merlin waved his hand, and the aggressive Liana immediately put away her weapon.

The reserve lord of hell was unbelievably obedient, like a kitten raised by Merlin.

You don't want Damon and Satana to become the Lord of Hell because you feel that they are not your 'own people'.

Merlin flicked his fingers.

Puppeteer effects applied to the Great Plains disappear.

Those crazy devils regained control of their bodies, except for some guys who had already killed red eyes, the entire chaotic battlefield quieted down almost instantly.

This scene shocked the demon kings who struggle with reason.

And in the quiet hell, Merlin's gentle voice echoed.

Daemon and Satana are the direct descendants of Marduk, and the blood of the Maharaja flows in their bodies. They are fully qualified to inherit their father's inheritance.

He looked at the first demon king to speak, his blue eyes blinking.

He said:

You say that this is the internal affairs of Marduk Hell? No...this statement is not accurate.

In my opinion, this is Maharaja Marduk's family affairs. Not only should I not intervene, but you subordinates also have no reason to intervene.

This statement made the demon kings of hell look at each other in blank dismay.

That's right, the inheritance left by the father should indeed be inherited by the children, but when did this rule exist in hell again?

From the day of the birth of hell to the present, don't the creatures living in hell use strength and conspiracy to decide the outcome?

blood?

That stuff has never been a symbol of royal power!

Merlin was just messing around.

But the problem is, they are the first to reasonable...

Crap!

A short hell devil screamed at the top of his voice:

Maharaja Marduk has never appointed a successor! Your statement is simply nonsense, and we cannot be convinced!

Yes! We are not convinced!

A group of demon kings who didn't dare to provoke directly became noisy again.

But Merlin was not angry, a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, he stretched out his hand, and patted it lightly, calming down the demon kings who were trying to reasonable again.

He said:

Who said Marduk didn't leave a will?

Merlin's fingers were clasped, and Marduk's broken soul was clasped in his hands.

The fragmented soul of the Lord of Hell struggled between Merlin's fingers, like a bad hamster, but no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't escape from Merlin's bondage.

He held the spirit body in his hands.

In front of the demon kings, Merlin asked softly:

Marduk, let me ask you, have you left a will to let your children inherit your throne after you die?

I...I didn't...

Marduk's soul was shattered by several blows of death, and what remained of him was only the last sliver of waking consciousness.

Facing Merlin's question, the Maharaja instinctively wanted to deny it.

Um?

Merlin stared at him and let out a nasal sound of dissatisfaction.

His fingers clenched slowly, and the orange vanity power surged like a rope. Under the torture being imposed again, the soul of the maharaja let out a shrill scream.

He yelled:

Yes! Yes, after I die, my sons and daughters will inherit the throne! My subordinates...must, must admit, must follow them!

Snapped

The Maharaja's soul was drowned by the orange light, and was taken back by Merlin,

He raised his head and looked at the stunned demon kings in front of him, he said:

You all heard?

Marduk is dead, he is no longer the Lord of Hell! He has lost control of this hell!

The demon kings shouted loudly:

He is no longer qualified to order us!

A restlessness grew in the group of demon kings, and Merlin was messing around, pretending to be stupid on purpose.

He doesn't care about time being wasted, but for the demon kings, time keeps advancing, which means that the brothers and sisters of Hellstorm are one step closer to taking over hell.

swish

A hell lord took a step back.

It raised its head and said to Merlin:

I don't want to fight anymore, I want to leave here to join the new Maharaja.

After speaking, it turned around and was about to leave.

But in the blaze of orange light, a phantom of a raven flapped its wings and stood in front of it.

Merlin's gentle voice also came from behind.

He said:

Did you not understand Maharaja Marduk's will? Don't intend to be loyal to the new king?

If you are determined to go to your new master, isn't Her Majesty Liana Latympus, an excellent ruler, not worth following?

The body of the hell devil trembled.

It didn't answer, because it felt the power of the orange raven in front of it, one blow was enough to completely bury it.

Merlin ignored it, too.

He turned his head and looked at the other demon kings, his voice became colder.

Do you want to continue to reason?

No one answered him.

As if performing stand-up comedy, Merlin said aloud:

If no one answers, I will assume that you have accepted the will.

Wait quietly...

Raven's fingers flicked, behind the demon kings, on the plain covered with bloody limbs and gathered by death, in the orange light shining from the sky.

The more than 200,000 low-level devils who were manipulated by puppetry spread out in all directions, completely blocking the way for the devil kings to escape.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

After a suffocating ten minutes or so, Damon and Satana walked out of the ruins of the black palace hand in hand amidst the mountains and rivers of hell.

Daemon wears a crown of bones.

It was made from his father's skull.

Satana is holding the bone scepter, the material of which comes from the devil horn of Maharaja Marduk.

The brothers and sisters respectively fused half of the will of this hell, and each had control over half of the hell.

When they are united, they are a real hell king.

For the first time in the eons of Hell's existence, there was a peaceful transition of kingship.

Hail the new king of this hell.

Merlin said softly.

So, in front of Damon and Satana, the dozen or so hell demon kings who were loyal to Marduk were very reluctant, but helplessly half-knelt on the ground.

In the further periphery, more than 200,000 elite lower-level devils bent down silently.

Daemon and his sister glanced at each other, and the two kings of hell bowed down to Merlin.

Merlin nodded at them.

He looked toward the vastness of land behind him, a gleam of satisfaction in his blue eyes.

So far, the third piece of hell in the hands of the son of hell is in hand!