The Death Knell

"Why did you find it? Hiccup!"

Albella, who had been drinking until she was delirious, rolled around on the bar, like a spring roll wrapped in a brown windbreaker. Her clothes were soaked by the drink, revealing her beautiful curves.

"You still have the nerve to say this? I asked you to help find Daniel and Lucifer, but you ended up drinking here for more than half a year?"

Su Ming let go of Lucifer's hand, ignored the gay man's small movements of secretly scratching his palm, shuddered secretly, and came to the witch's side.

Not only that, he also took out a mushroom cigar and stuffed it into Alberta's mouth, lit it for her, and then ordered her to wake up.

"Wait? It's half a year? Why do I remember it was only half a day?"

The effect of the voodoo mushrooms overpowered the anesthetic effect of the alcohol. Although her body was still in a drunken state of imbalance, she regained consciousness and talked about her feelings with a frown on her face.

Lucifer silently phantomed across the bar, picked up each wine bottle and observed it, poured out a few more glasses of wine, and pushed one to Deathstroke at the right time:

"Don't blame her. My multiverse and the main multiverse have different time flow rates. Just like the Eastern gods once said in the past, one day on earth is one year in heaven. I will use it if I think it is quite stylish."

"Wait, you rotten red-skinned monster, why didn't you tell me about the speed of time?" The witch rolled off the bar and fell to the ground. After struggling to get up, she slapped the table hard.

Lucifer showed a charming smile and gently gave her another glass of wine: "Maybe it was so pleasant to get along with you that I forgot about this matter. Aren't you happy spending time with me?"

"I'm so happy, you ****!" However, the witch and Lucifer have known each other for more than ten years. She is completely immune to the temptation of the devil and the fallen angel. Instead, she spits out the fragrance: "If you owe me so much, go find a telephone pole and rub it against us. Don't hit us." My idea, XX!”

Lucifer didn't feel embarrassed when he was scolded, but looked very happy.

He still smiled and nodded, raised the wine glass in his hand, and toasted to everyone with grace:

"I tried the telegraph pole, but it wasn't fun enough... But every one of you, except the witch, is very interesting. If you want to play with me, I'm always welcome. By the way, Daniel is here too, tell me your Come on, this pure witch lady spent the first half of the night drinking to quench her thirst, and didn’t say anything to me.”

Daniel was the name of the second-generation Sandman. After hearing what the Demon King said, Su Ming looked for that person in the huge bar.

Sure enough, dreams are the most inconspicuous concept. The Sandman is in the card bag in a corner. He looks like a translucent soul glowing with a faint blue light.

His table was also filled with all kinds of drinks and snacks that Lucifer used to entertain him, but he did not enjoy them. He just looked at the crowd of demons dancing in the store with numb eyes.

Deathstroke didn't drink the wine sent by Lucifer. After all, the former Satan was the type who didn't take things too seriously. Maybe the wine was under a spell. He said:

"We need you to go back and save the multiverse. Things have reached the final moment of decisive battle, and we cannot delay even a minute."

Lucifer finished a glass himself, poured another glass, looked at the death knell with curious eyes, and said calmly.

"You are really different from other death knells. Not only are you stronger than them, but you are also better at taking advantage of situations than them. However, I am a devil. I can't see what I can gain if I help save 'your' multiverse." What’s the benefit?”

His two eyebrows were raised slightly, he winked at Superboy frivolously, and said very easily:

"Look at my new world, go and walk around. It's more perfect than what Perpetua made, and it's just as good as what God made. So why should I leave here to help humans deal with the dark side of the universe? A madman who ran away?"

Su Ming put his hands on the bar and replied with a smile: "But Maizi is still waiting for you to come back. Do you want her to be buried with the old Duduan?"

"That's because you don't know her well enough." Lucifer walked out of the bar again nonchalantly and sat next to the witch: "Actually, she has always felt comfortable playing the placement game, and if I don't remember her at the last moment, let's If she dies in despair, then she will reach the supreme climax at that moment. That is what the Queen of Pain has been pursuing. Anyway, I will just resurrect her here, there is nothing to lose."

Harry, who was licking the wine with his tongue, curled his mouth and complained: "You guys are really good at playing."

"We are eternal, so what else can we do with time if we don't have fun?" Lucifer tossed his hair with some melancholy, and his blond hair suddenly grew into a shawl: "The rotten heaven and hell should have been abandoned long ago. , look at my new world, there is no heaven, no hell, no life and death, everyone can enjoy themselves, this is the perfect state."

It was probably the perfect state in Lucifer's mind. In Su Ming's opinion, these people on the dance floor were all pitiful people.

They don't need to eat, drink, rest, and have unlimited physical strength. They just need to party forever according to the wishes of Lucifer, the creator, but are they really happy?

Not to mention dancing crazily forever and ever, even those girls who work in the atmosphere group in ordinary nightclubs, no matter how much they like dancing, they will be tired of this job after a week of dancing for seven or eight hours every night.

These new humans created by Lucifer are not so much living as they are being raised to please their Creator.

It can't even be called a human being. It's just the same thing as the bionic man made by Su Ming. It is instilled with a certain program and then keeps running.

Is it lively? It's quite lively, but the undertone of this new multiverse is also dark.

This nightclub, this city, and even this earth are all fabricated by Lucifer's power. The new human beings only have one class of "entertainers". This is a deformity.

Su Ming looked at the feasting scene around him and looked at Lucifer again:

"You originally planned to use your new diversity to accommodate all the refugees from the old diversity, just like helping them move, but are you sure people want this kind of life?"

"People never have a chance to choose the universe, all they can do is accept it."

The fallen angel shrugged and said that the devil had to speak:

"This kind of creature will adapt to society instead of transforming it when it is not necessary. As long as they get here, I will provide them with beauty, strength, lifespan and everything else humans desire. Do you think there will be people who want to be self-reliant? Do you want a hoe to cultivate the land by yourself? All they have to do is worship me, respect me, and then spit on God with me.”

After hearing this, Deathstroke felt relieved. Lucifer's weakness was exactly as expected, and the plan could be used immediately.

He hated his father, hated his past Lord, and hated everything in heaven. This was what his heart wanted.

Deathstroke has a bargaining chip.