The Death Knell

In front of you is a black lone peak. If it weren't for the wrong color and the continuous flow of magma, it would look a bit like the Frozen Throne.

Su Ming deformed the weapon and shook off the flesh and blood on it. The cloak carried him directly up into the air and headed straight for the cliff.

Since Mephisto has already expressed his warm welcome, he doesn't need to be polite anymore.

As expected, he saw the hell lord beside a lava pool decorated with gravel and dead wood on the top of the mountain.

The famous big devil looks like a shed blood man. His thin body squats on the obsidian throne, one leg is stepping on the chair surface, and the other leg is hanging underneath, dangling.

His skin was red, and there were long straight horns on the top of his head. His yellow eyes immediately caught the intruder's figure. There was no expression on his face, and his tone was very calm:

"Welcome, Deathstroke has actually arrived in my plane. Few people dare to go directly to hell."

Su Ming slowly landed and walked to the other side of the lava pool. Their vision was distorted by the heat, and everything looked unreal.

"It seems that most of the people I killed came to your side."

"Well, Germans, villains, murderers, fools and the like, but you have to know that I don't need to read their souls. News about you is spreading everywhere in the magical world. By the way, most people think you have good armor. "

Mephisto leaned back, leaned on the back of the chair in a comfortable position, put his elbows on the armrests, and yawned.

"I came here to ask you a few questions... The soul of Asgard does not belong to you. It is a useless thing. Why do you want to interfere in their war?"

The temperature and smell of hell were not suitable for humans, and Su Ming had no intention of chatting with him.

When this question came up, Mephisto made a very strange expression and touched his chin as if he felt a toothache, rubbing his sharp teeth back and forth:

"It turns out it's you, you sent that horse-headed monster."

"I don't know what you are talking about." Su Ming took off his helmet and replied calmly, Mephisto had no evidence.

"Damn it, do you know how many instruments he destroyed? How many souls he scattered?!"

"what are you saying?"

Mephisto looked at Deathstroke with a puzzled expression, as if he didn't know anything about it, and rolled his eyes.

"Forget it, I can still handle a mechanical transformation. What do you want to ask? Why don't we negotiate a deal?"

Su Ming took out the cigarette case, took out two cigarettes from it, took one in his mouth, and threw the other to the Demon King of Hell: "Do you think I'm stupid enough to make a deal with the Demon King?"

"Hey, this is going to be difficult. Why don't you live here for decades and think about it slowly?" Mephisto pretended to pick his ears. His pointed ears were full of thick black manes. Feeling itchy.

His ability can trap life in the hell dimension and make it impossible to leave, but there is no food and water in the conventional sense. Life cannot survive here. He does not do this often.

As a hell lord and a demon king, what he likes most is negotiating terms and signing contracts.

Killing is just a dispensable adjustment for him. When there are tens of billions of souls in hell, there is no point in targeting a single soul. If Mephisto wants to do something, he will cause a big event, and harvesting the souls of hundreds of millions of people at least once is the starting point.

But for Deathstroke, he didn't mind using his abilities. The value of the Supreme Mage's heir was different from that of ordinary people.

"No, you can only eat sulfur and drink magma here. This doesn't suit me. I just came to see with my own eyes whether any hell lord is stupid enough to make a deal with the Orochi and help him destroy the Nine Realms."

"Haha, that's good." Mephisto nodded happily and squatted on the throne: "Then guess if it's me?"

"I didn't think it would be you from the beginning. You regard the earth as your own pasture, and you can harvest souls continuously. If the earth is destroyed, you will undoubtedly be able to receive a lot of souls at once, maybe a few billion? But in the future There is no more, and this is a loss no matter how you look at it.”

Su Ming blew out a smoke ring and squatted on the ground to answer Mephisto's question. The two of them were like ordinary villagers squatting in front of their house chatting.

"Papa papa pa..."

Mephisto applauded, with a smile on his red face: "If it weren't for the ability to identify souls, I would suspect that you are another hell lord pretending to be... I want to negotiate a condition with you. "

"Don't talk about it."

"Don't worry, young man, listen to my conditions first. The contract can be modified." Mephisto magically pulled out a long roll of paper, which was densely packed with words and patterns.

"Do not listen."

"My conditions are completely harmless to the earth. As long as you help me find a lost prop, I will tell you what you want to know."

He stated the conditions on his own, but Su Ming just looked at him expressionlessly.

Mephisto put away the scroll and put the cigarette into his mouth. He didn't see any movement. He just blew in and the cigarette lit. He flicked the ashes very skillfully.

"I guess you want to find a contract with St. Ganza? Sorry, I refuse." Su Ming sneered. No matter how harmless the hell lord's conditions seem, as long as he takes the initiative to talk to you, it means that one trap after another is prepared. alright.

From the paper and pattern of the contract to the signature of the contract; from the rights and obligations of both parties to the process of fulfilling the agreement. There are pitfalls everywhere, and there may even be some traps that Su Ming doesn't know about. What the demons do is business done with calculations but without intention.

"What kind of place do you think hell is, where you can come and leave whenever you want? I won't kill you, just think about it slowly."

Mephisto sighed, jumped down from the throne, and waved to the surrounding attendants to surround the death knell. He had plenty of time and could continue to listen to the 'music' now.

Su Ming looked at the army that kept emerging from the pool, and was not surprised. Before entering hell, Su Ming knew that this would happen. Hell lords often fall out faster than tearing up a book.

He didn't know if others could leave hell, but he knew that if he wanted to leave, no one could stop him.

"I have obtained the information I want, take my leave."

"Um?"

Mephisto knows that Deathstroke is a warrior. Logically speaking, even with the magic floating cloak, he cannot escape from this dimension. Hell is a separate plane, without even edges. It is the embodiment of the concept of hell.

Even if the death knell can fly, it will never fly out.

Then he saw Deathstroke put on his helmet, took off his arm armor, and stabbed his arm with a dagger. In an instant, he was gone.

"..." Mephisto's expression changed for a while, but in the end he smiled, as if he had seen something interesting: "Ancient One, you are one step ahead..."

............

Loki held his lower back and stood up straight. It was finally over. He swept away all the sheep dung in the stable.

This is Thor's sheepfold. Needless to say, it's luxurious. However, Thor is too lazy and almost never cleans it. The sheep manure is everywhere and piles up like mountains.

"Are you done? Loki, my brother, come over and have a drink and rest."

Thor is indeed here to help Loki, but his help is to sit on the haystack next to Loki and cheer him on while he is working. If he sees anything good in the excrement, Thor will speak out. Reminder, ask Loki to pick it up quickly.

There is no way, goats are animals like this. They eat everything, and sometimes they eat some accessories or jewelry.

Loki ignored his brother's invitation to drink.

He conjured water and washed his hands and face. Then he came close to the palace window and stuck his head out to breathe in the fresh air. Not to mention drinking here, even when he opened his mouth, he could feel the smell of mutton, and Loki didn't bother to pay attention to him.

"What's wrong?" Thor still held the wine bottle in his hand, shaking it at Loki.

Loki's black hair was wet with water and stuck to his face. He felt the coolness brought by the wind and gradually calmed down: "I have no appetite. Put down the wine and you can go."

"Aren't you going to drink with me?"

Thor showed a puzzled expression. He grabbed a piece of hay and put it into his mouth to chew.

When they were children, the two made a bet about straw.

The bet was whether he could drink the wine without pouring it out of the pot without using magic. Thor didn't believe it could be done, so he made a bet with Loki.

Loki put a hollow straw through the spout and drank every drop of Thor's wine. Then he waved the straw triumphantly, asking Thor to fulfill his promise and ride as a horse for him.

Thor was willing to admit defeat, but Loki rode him without saying a word, and kept patting him on the head, mocking him as a fool. Thor was so angry that he knocked him to the ground and beat him violently. The two of them stayed together for several days. No words were spoken.

Now that he thought about what happened when he was a child, Thor found it very interesting and showed a nostalgic smile.

Loki sighed and looked at Thor with a stupid face. He walked towards the door: "I just want to be alone for a while, don't follow me."

"Why......"

Thor stretched out his hand to catch him, but in vain, there was another illusion. Loki's people had appeared outside the door. Thor quickly chased after him, and Loki also started running wildly, and the two began a chasing game.

When the two figures were completely invisible, the air at the window sill shook, and the real Loki emerged. He held his cheek with his hand, a gloomy look on his face.

He moved his long hair impatiently and looked down at his luxurious clothes, which were stained with wool and dung.

Why is Odin so unfair?

"whee......"

"who!?"

Loki suddenly heard a laugh, very soft and faint, like a woman's voice, as if coming from the dark corner of the sheepfold.

He glanced at Thor's two goats, but the two stupid animals seemed not to notice anything and were still eating the feed with their heads down.

As if they sensed that Loki was looking at them, the sheep had a look of dismay on their faces. They lifted their tails and another bunch of sheep dung eggs fell to the ground.

The goat moved its position, signaling Loki to come and sweep it quickly.

Loki raised an eyebrow. He took out a small bottle from his arms, covered it with illusion, and controlled the liquid inside to mix into the goat's food bowl against the ground.

The medicine originally planned to be used on Thor seems to have to be used on his mount first. This is a poison that can make people unable to go to the toilet for a month. These two goats are just waiting for their bellies to explode.

"whee......"

Laughter came again, as if it was an encouragement to Loki for what he had just done. This time the source of the sound was heard very clearly. It came from the window.

Right in the direction Loki was looking at just now.

He looked out the window again, but saw no one. Only a magpie stood on the treetops in the distance, looking at the prince of the fairy palace with its dark eyes.

The bird opened its mouth to speak, and even though it was dozens of meters apart, every word floated into Loki's ears accurately, and its tone was full of ridicule and teasing.

"Are you going to tell me another joke today? Continue with the one you interrupted last night?"

It says this.