Doomsday Volcano, this is the black volcano that Merlin saw when he woke up in hell and constantly erupted from a distance.

All life in this wasteland calls it "Doom Volcano".

Although it will not bring any end to this land, this is a conventional title called "locals".

Just as they all call this damn place "wasteland".

"Look! There, the gate of hell you are looking for!"

Below the Doomsday Volcano, on a barren valley filled with all kinds of twisted corpses.

Constantine raised her hand with her dead fish eyes and said to Merlin beside her:

"A gate made of bronze, everyone says that you can leave this wasteland by leaving there."

"But I tell you, it's impossible."

Zhakang took out a kettle with wine from his arms and was under the sky with ashes floating.

While twisting the kettle, he said to Merlin, who was silent beside him:

"That's just the worst of the countless nonsense lies circulating in this world..."

“I can’t get out.”

Constantine took a sip of wine and leaned comfortably on the warm mane cushion of the Hell Scorpion Lion where the two of them were riding.

It's like relying on the burning fireplace, making people feel drowsy.

This terrifying creature has a body like a lion, and its body is covered with scorpion-like scales, and there is a tail vertebrae like a poisonous scorpion at its tail.

It is cruel by nature and has its own nest in the wild, full of brute force and fatal toxins. Most demons and the evil spirits wandering here will not provoke it.

But it has a good relationship with Zakang.

Because Zhakang will provide it with enough fresh meat every week.

This allowed it to eat and drink without leaving the nest. After several years of maintenance, the scorpion lion became Zhakang's "bodyguard".

It is not enough to do business with those hell-like things in this wasteland, and necessary force is also necessary.

As for Zhakang, he is not a martial arts faction.

But he is good at "making friends".

This is the way for Zhakang, a ghost, to live in the wasteland and live a very nourishing way of survival.

Of course, there are also rumors that when Zhakang first arrived in the wasteland, he hugged the legs of a powerful succubus and relied on betrayal to the most difficult time.

Anyway, there will never be a shortage of real and fake news here, and no one will pay attention to these.

Scorpion lions are terrifying creatures, and few people are bold enough to stand on the head of Scorpion lions.

But now Merlin stood there, looking out at the distance of the Doomsday Volcano and the Gate of Hell.

But this scorpion lion didn't even dare to make an angry voice.

It could only raise its head and let Merlin stand higher and see further.

Its beast instinct is telling it that if Merlin is upset, its right to survive will be deprived.

"A door that has been pushed open..."

In Merlin's vision, he could clearly see the bronze gate at the end of the black ashes plain.

The door was carved with many strange patterns, which looked like murals describing the endless war between heaven and hell, but those murals were already covered with ashes and dust.

The door was square and heavy at first glance, and the most amazing thing was that it had been pushed a little open.

Two doors stood there in a staggered manner, and a ray of white light shot out from the crack of the door.

It gives people the feeling that just by reaching out and pushing it gently, the heavy door will be pushed open.

A road to freedom will also appear before the explorer.

A temptation.

A temptation to be liberated.

It contrasts with this hell filled with chaos and madness and twists, and makes anyone who sees it have an impulse in his heart.

A urge to run towards that door and truly embrace freedom.

Zhakang is right.

That door is probably just a scam, a bad joke.

But there must be a reason it stands there.

Merlin rubbed his chin, and the light of thinking shone in his eyes. In the past seven months, he has traveled through every place in this hell, every place where legends related to freedom will be spread.

He killed many creatures and destroyed many demon caves.

All he had searched along the way, he had only disappointment.

He had a feeling.

Here is the hope of leaving the wasteland...

That door...

Maybe a special method is needed...

But he still has no clue.

"Let's go."

Merlin reached out and patted Zakang's cheek, who was already asleep, and woke the guy up.

He stomped his feet, and the scorpion lion under his feet roared gently, then turned around, raised his tail, stepped on his limbs, and ran towards the direction of Zakang Bar.

A thick layer of ashes splattered everywhere on the ground, and another sky fire fell in the sky, just like a bloody rain fell from this land.

This is a strange scene.

But Merlin had long ignored this.

"I said, why did you kill those horned demons?"

Zhakang leaned on the cushion behind the scorpion lion. While playing with the wine pot in his hand, he asked curiously:

"I have dealt with those horned demons before. They just occupy the mountains and become kings by the docks of the Fury River, and monopolize the business of crossing the Styx River. They are not as fierce as other local gangs."

"In fact, they are happy to send you across the river with just a little bit of insignificant shipment. I'm curious, how did they anger you?"

"Why do you have to do so hateful... throw your soul into the Styx, and they will never have the possibility of resurrection."

"Oh, that's the matter."

Meilin sat next to Zhakang. He took the wine pot handed over by Zhakang. While drinking the spicy wine, he turned his head to look at the endless wasteland beside him.

He said in a plain tone:

"That incident was an accident."

"Let me tell me."

Zhakang said boredly:

"You drag me out of my tavern and make me unable to do business. You have to give me some compensation and talk."

"They asked me for money to cross the river."

Merlin said dryly:

"I just came to this ghost place and didn't understand the rules. I asked them if they could be replaced by other things. I didn't have soul gold coins on me at that time."

"They said yes...it was the end of it."

Merlin whispered:

"It's a pity that they chose something that I would never give them."

“What did they want?”

Constantine looked at Merlin's slightly thin body with interest, and said:

"I heard that there are females in those horned demons, so they won't..."

"Why are you still so dirty when you die?"

Meilin glared at Zhakang.

He was silent for a moment, and he said:

“They ask me for memories.”

"Oh, memory! Yes!"

Zhakang snapped his fingers and said:

"The Horned Demon Lord over there is a madman. He likes to watch different stories and store the memories of those victims, just like watching a movie... Then give it to them."

Zhakang spread his hands and said:
To be continued...