The Death Knell

Alberta also planned to say a few words to Deathstroke and persuade Lucifer to go back and help, but the mercenary held her shoulders and stopped her from speaking.

Deathstroke smiled at Satan: "So, let's negotiate a deal? Before that, I want to ask you, do you really hate God, Jehovah, and Jesus?"

"There is no doubt that the word Satan originally means dragon, a great enemy, and I am hated by him, and I also hate him. Although your soul comes from another world, you must have read the Bible, right?"

Although he said this, Lucifer's expression was obviously a little interested.

This can be said to be the devil's occupational disease. Whenever he hears sensitive words such as 'deal', 'negotiating terms', 'contract', etc., he gets excited.

Su Ming took out his mobile phone, found a photo in the photo album, and pushed it on the bar:

"Then how about I use a corpse of Jesus in exchange for your help? You can play with him as an inflatable doll, or you can chop him up and make ravioli. It all depends on your wishes. I just need your help. Fight against the Laughing Bat.”

Lucifer was silent. He didn't quite believe that a mortal could kill Jesus Christ, but he was still very honest. He pulled the phone over and took a look.

Wilson's titanium phone feels good in the hand, and Satan's long white fingers and the silver metal casing are a perfect match. Just his movements when playing with the phone look beautiful, it's so evil.

Then, he smiled happily:

"You killed the clone of an old man? It's like a miracle. I'm curious. Was the hole in his head made with a gun? Also, why is he wearing a Dalmatian puppet suit?"

"If you want to eat him, I'm afraid you have to be careful with your teeth, because the silver bullet is still in the brain."

Su Ming also responded with a joke. He caught the mobile phone thrown back by Lucifer and also gave the devil some advice:

"How's it going? Is this business what you want? Even if you keep the old Diversity, you don't have to give up this new Diversity. Just put it here, directly connected to the land of dreams, and let dreamers come in to play and observe. Wouldn’t their reaction be more fun.”

"Haha, you are more like a devil than me." Lucifer was satisfied, stretched out his hand and scratched his palm with his nails, and red blood immediately dripped into the wine glass: "I have always felt that these people I created are lacking. Compared with some subjective initiative, they don't know how to play at all. Compared with people who think they are in a dream, let go of all their thoughts and revel like wild beasts, they are more lovable."

Deathstroke also raised a hand, and the strangulation cut open his skin. He also reached out to the wine glass and dripped his own blood into it:

"So...deal?"

With a wave of Lucifer's finger, the glass of blood wine was split into two. Even though the glass was separated, the scarlet liquid did not escape, but rolled in the glass.

He picked up half of it, handed the other half to Deathstroke, licked his lips and said, "Next, you have a drink with me, and our deal will be established."

Su Mingcai didn't want to have a drink with a bisexual demon, so he drank his half, feeling the demon's blood surge in his stomach, but still kept a smile on his face.

"I think even if we don't drink this glass of wine, our business and friendship will not be affected."

The Demon King sighed. For such a perfect man, his sighs would break the hearts of onlookers. He also drank the other half of the wine and quietly said:

"In the name of Lucifer Morningstar, I respond to this mortal's request. Blood connects us. We have a common enemy."

The red flame lit up, and the power of hell enveloped Lucifer's figure. His wings instantly turned black, and the feathers fell from the air like snowflakes.

Lucifer's words echoed across heaven and earth, and all creatures in the universe bowed to him at the same time.

Albella on the side hesitated to speak. She pulled Deathstroke's arm and whispered: "Do you know what the blood of the devil means? Constantine, that bitch, became what he is now, largely because of his worship. What it gives, and this is Lucifer's blood, and the First Fall are two different concepts..."

But before she finished her words, she saw Deathstroke secretly winking at her.

The witch immediately understood that Deathstroke had another plan. Although he didn't know what it was specifically, he obviously knew the price of demon blood and had a way to deal with it.

Then it'll be fine.

Lucifer was obviously in a good mood. Rather than playing the creation game, he was more looking forward to Jesus' body falling into his hands. Although it was just a clone in a parallel universe, it was almost at the level of the 'body of God'.

Only this toy is worthy of the King of Hell.

Devils are different from angels. They like to do whatever they want, and they are even more resolute in doing things.

The former Satan turned his hand and took out his angel sword from the air beside him. The flame-shaped sword burning with black and red flames was still dripping with magma. He smiled evilly:

"Where is this guy called the Laughing Bat you mentioned? Kill him quickly and let's drink and celebrate."

“I don’t know this yet, but why not ask the omniscient Daniel?”

Su Ming turned around on the bar stool and pointed at the lonely man who was incompatible with the surrounding atmosphere. The Sandman was still in the corner, in the same posture as when everyone came, without moving.

"Ha, it seems that you are going to use the power of dreams." Lucifer also knew his stuff and instantly transferred the group of people to the card bag: "Sandman, are you ready to go home?"

Daniel raised his head, his eyes gushing with white light, and he was the first to look at the death knell:

"It's you."

"It's me, Sandman, long time no see."

Su Ming nodded. He had just come to DC and encountered a major metal incident. In fact, he had met Daniel at that time.

"You smell of dreams, nightmares and corruption."

Sandman stood up. He was a head taller than Lucifer. He was thin and tall, and with his translucent body, it seemed as if a gust of wind would knock him down.

"It's hard to describe. You guys have been playing happily here for a long time. It's been half a year since we were there, and I borrowed your mask and crown more than once. But don't worry, the Dreamland didn't spoil it for you."

Su Ming mentioned in general terms that he could check out all the past stories by himself when Sandman returns to his castle.

Anyway, for Deathstroke, by retrieving the Sandman, he can go to Death to ask for reward. This is the key.

"Then let's go. I will not participate in your disputes and transactions. I will only show the story." Daniel said this. He looked at the devil of hell and the creator of the universe: "The last time I tried to help Batman, I failed. Proving yourself will only cause trouble, I hope you won’t.”

"Of course not. I'm Lucifer Morningstar. Even if God comes, I can't save the Laughing Bat. I can tell you that." The demon affectionately hugged Sandman's shoulders, patted his fluffy body, and splashed clouds of mist.

The dream was almost shattered by him.