Chapter 2214 Barbatos Is in Bad Luck (Part 2)

Facing Michael's interrogation, Bruce mainly put on a playful smile.

Michael was pissed off.

He really couldn't kill Bruce, because now Bruce had Gabriel's wings, and angels couldn't kill their own brothers and sisters, but this didn't mean that Michael couldn't deal with Bruce. He asked Bruce to clean up Lake Eden. clean.

But the matter is not that simple at all. On the way to Lake Eden, Lucifer, who was helping Bruce get tools, introduced: "There may be anything in the lake that is not found in normal lakes - although I don't really think about it. "But you should have seen it. If a fish can knock me over with a slap, even as a child, you should know that it can knock the shit out of you."

"Isn't it dead?" Bruce asked.

Lucifer was stunned and turned to look at Bruce. Bruce spread his hands and said, "Otherwise, why is it a lake and not a river? It's the same when I put energy into that river. I know I've been thinking about that fish for a long time. When it turned over, I took it out and buried it under the tree. Why do you think I asked you to bring a grill? "

Lucifer glanced down at the bucket of cleaning supplies in his hand and saw no grill. He struggled mentally for less than a second and then they had the grill.

On the way over, Lucifer was very happy. He said, "I don't understand why your professor rejected your doctoral application so many times. In fact, you are very considerate. I think this is a sign of success in psychology. "

Just when Bruce was about to say something modest, Lucifer winked at him and said, "But don't expect this kind of small favor to bribe me, and my advice is not that weighty for arrogance, especially in psychology."

"You know when he called God to complain, he always reiterated that I didn't know who Hegel was, but I was drunk at that time. Who would ask a drunkard the name of someone who sounded like his one-night stand? What great theory does it represent?”

Bruce sighed deeply. Well, the first step to social victory encountered a setback.

"You should have thought of it earlier. I am Lucifer Morningstar, an angel. I was born with the ability to read minds. You can't ask humans to use their tentacles to move things. I have no empathy at all. Human emotions are irrelevant to me. It’s information written on white paper.”

"For example, I can now read that you are about 78% disappointed, and then it can be further broken down into various trivial emotions. I will not use an organ that I have no use at all, let alone expect to read you and study this. The theory of organ acquisition.”

Bruce waved his hand perfunctorily and said, "Okay, I didn't point at you much."

"Batman's trick doesn't work for me." Lucifer shook his head and said, "Actually, you have high expectations because you think I am your professor's good friend, but if you want to show off in front of him, Move me out, arrogance will always be on the side of arrogance.”

"Speaking of it." Lucifer looked back and said, "How are you going to calm that guy's anger? I must warn you, from what I know about Michael, he is really angry."

"What did he do last time he was angry?"

"I got angry for a while. He couldn't do anything to me, and he was always angry with me." Lucifer shrugged and said: "During the Battle of Fallen Heaven, I invited him to fight me openly, but the invitation never succeeded. However, he is an old-fashioned angel who upholds the principle of never harming his brothers. "

"You have brought certain possible dangers to heaven, which he will never tolerate. You may think that there is nothing he can do to you, but angels are often more ruthless than you think."

"What will he do?"

"It depends on the situation. If you can't calm him down, he will sink you to the bottom of the lake and let you sleep for at least ten thousand years. God will also be on his side. And your professor, from what I felt during our last chat Judging from his attitude towards your doctoral application, he may also agree and get ten thousand years of leisure time.”

"He won't, because I'm a father."

"It's no joke to let the children go down there to accompany you. It's not a prison down there, it's just another world. The flow of time is different from here. You will get a long period of family time, and it will be the same after you come out."

"I'm scared of him." Bruce shook his head and said, "Others are fine. I can't accept that after staying with Elsa for ten thousand years, she will still bite the children's slide when she comes out. A novice father shouldn't face it. To such terrible frustration.”

"You don't sound nervous." Lucifer looked at Bruce and said, "You are even in the mood to joke."

"Because he really can't do that." Bruce smiled and said, "I'm completely sure that you will know soon."

Indeed, very quickly, before Lucifer even had time to clean the fish's tail, a newborn angel hurried into the Garden of Eden and called Lucifer to Michael's office.

Michael's expression looked particularly complicated, but not as angry as before. Just when Lucifer was about to ask that Wonderful Batman what wonderful anti-gas potion he gave you, Michael threw him a document.

It was a system log that spread to this day, showing some things that had happened in places they had not noticed during this period of time.

Lucifer will be called here because this matter has something to do with hell. To be precise, hell is in chaos.

Schiller chose to open all the black box investment channels as the first step in the whole plan, which was not aimless, because Constantine played an important role in the magic world of all universes.

Not only because he was a popular character, but also because he was the key to the game between heaven and hell, which was both a short-term investment and a long-term return.

The devils valued the roulette game more than the angels, so they found out the problem the fastest.

They put chips into the roulette for a long time until the countdown ended, the roulette opened to determine the points, and the winner took away the chips together.

But now the roulette on the table began to disappear in large numbers for no reason, and disappeared with the chips put in by the devils as if they had never come to this world.

Note that not only the demon monarchs are qualified to participate in gambling, just like the archangels in heaven almost do not gamble, and the ones who do it are basically the people below.

They are not administrators with super high status like archangels, they are still some kind of energy creatures, and this kind of small gambling based on the official handicap is allowed, which is both entertainment and motivation.

Compared to heaven, which at least has a disciplinary committee, hell is really full of gambling.

Some famous Constantines were obviously served on the table of the big guys. They couldn't touch them, so they picked those unpopular ones. Although it sounds ridiculous, this game is a system of odds analysis created by professionals in heaven and hell.

A few decades of life is not long for a slightly decent devil. It can even be regarded as an instant gambling with full positive feedback. There are many devils in hell every day staring at the market, waiting for the prize they have bet on.    But Constantine's disappearance is equivalent to the delisting of the stocks he bought for no reason. Not only the hope of winning is gone, but also the chips invested are gone. Who can tolerate this?

Because there are too many gambling devils, although most of them are harvested leeks, gamblers all think they can win, and think that the problem with the handicap is the biggest reason that prevents them from getting rich overnight.

Demons also have a society, and the society of intelligent creatures is similar. Once a large number of people at the bottom make trouble, people at the top have to pay attention.

The demon lords are not vegetarians either. Their boss is Lucifer. Although Lucifer has returned to heaven, these old guys in hell cannot be ignored. Beelzebub is fine. Azazel has always had a good relationship with Lucifer.

With the help of this relationship, Azazel discovered that every Constantine who disappeared had used some mysterious dark power before - with the demons working together, this power soon stopped being mysterious, and Barbatos's name resounded throughout hell.

Now that the real owner has been found, the next step is of course to collect the debt, but Barbatos is quite capable. He defended his hometown, the source of darkness, so tightly that none of the demons could get in.

Lucifer thought to himself, of course you can't get in, because it's not Barbatos who is defending, but Michael. Michael's main focus in battle is defense. Lucifer didn't get into the holy spring he defended back then, and this group of demons can't touch Barbatos even if they are together.

However, the demons did not have administrator privileges, so they could not see what was going on with this blockade. They only thought that Barbatos was an amazingly difficult opponent.

He deliberately used his dark energy to infuse Constantine's body, killed him, plundered everyone's chips, and then built himself an extremely solid turtle shell to settle all the accounts. He was really a demon.

But countless demons came with high hopes and returned in disappointment. No one could break the protective shield. Azazel even took action himself, but it was still useless.

For a while, the name of Barbatos could stop children from crying at night in hell. The mystical circles with enough power in the universe dug up all the past of this ancient dark dragon and made a big fuss about it.

In the end, whether it was the trash can at the door of his house that turned over or the aliens in the sky attacked again, don't ask, just ask Barbatos's conspiracy to invade the universe.

As the saying goes, as long as there is enough information, the more you dig, the more you will find. Can the demons who deal with humans every day still not find intelligence about humans? They quickly uncovered the relationship between the Court of Owls, the Disciples of Judas, Barbatos, and Gotham.

As we all know, Batman is special. The higher the level of power, the clearer the recognition of this fact. And you told me that Batman's power comes from Barbatos?

Something is wrong. Nine out of ten points are wrong. Could it be that some of the strange things that happened before were the work of Barbatos?

The seeds of suspicion were planted, and even sprouted. In the evaluation of major forces, the threat level of Barbatos rose sharply, and even topped the list in the end.

Not to mention that the problem at hand must be solved. The demon monarchs found that they couldn't figure it out, but they didn't want to lose it in vain. The situation below was getting bigger and bigger, and the whole hell was like boiling hot oil.

The existences in this world that are stronger than them can be counted on one hand, or to put it bluntly, there are only archangels left.

Michael looked at the demons who came to him for help, and his mood was very complicated, but Lucifer was more complicated than him.

Is this the solution Bruce said?

I was fooled again. The topic of applying for a doctorate was just to bring up the fact that I could read minds.

I just boasted to Bruce that I could read minds. Could I pretend to be stupid now?

If he could read minds, he should be able to see that this was a step handed over by Bruce, handed to him and Michael.

Lucifer is still the Lord of Hell. For the sake of the common people, for the common people, and for the demon monarch who has suffered for most of his life, why can't he bow to Michael? Even for arrogance, the current situation is sufficient reason.

If he bows his head, it means that he is responsible enough, and the reason that Michael is most angry with him is that he walked away without taking responsibility. As long as Lucifer is willing to take this step, the rift between the two of them can be restored as before.

Lucifer was tempted.

But he still didn't want to admit it. In the end, the arrogance in his heart only turned into a good medicine for clearing his memory.

What did Schiller say? If you are arrogant enough, when you bow your head, you can get enough rewards in exchange.

Of course he has to get enough rewards, Lucifer gritted his teeth and thought, screw Hegel, what did Schiller write about in that paper on manipulation?

Lucifer threw the information aside and looked up at Michael, his eyes full of scrutiny and disappointment.

Michael seemed to understand something, he opened his mouth in a panic and said: "No, this is certainly not me..."

"It doesn't matter." Lucifer looked away and looked behind Michael.

Michael looked at Lucifer in shock, trying to find a joking look on his face, but unfortunately there was none. He heard Lucifer say in a tone as heavy as his eyes.

"If this is what you want, then I will give it to you - my dear brother, help me."

God was shocked.

And an unknown psychologist who provided theoretical support for this - a meticulous three-piece suit and a burgundy court-style tie - was standing by the table sorting books.

He didn't even look up at Constantine, just said, "Do you still think I'm making a fuss about you now?"

Constantine swallowed, and when he pushed the door open he saw God, physically, and then suddenly, God, God hurried away, even looking like he had suffered a major blow.

"What did he do to you?" Survival instinct made him change the question.

Schiller stopped what he was doing and looked up at the window. In the hot summer, Gotham was flying colorful flags for the upcoming event. He looked for a long time and then said.

"He sent me to another world without my consent... I spent at least thirty years of extremely boring life."

Settlement!