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Chapter 368: A Pig Killing Plate (Please subscribe, read, vote and comment)
"Are you bored at all?"

Murphys ignored him and sneered, "Of course you are not a kindergarten teacher, and he and I are not fighting for a few candies. How can you let all this go by apologizing?"

"Is this little thing between you two beyond the scope of kindergarten kids fighting over candy?"

Martin complained harshly, "Besides, an apology is not enough, what else do you want? Do we have to fight to solve this matter in a childish way?"

"Don't forget, the Earth cannot withstand being a battlefield for the two of you."

"I, he..."

Morpheus is a good man. Although he is stubborn, he doesn't argue with others.

That incident tens of thousands of years ago was indeed unbearable at the time, but time has smoothed over all traces of the past.

He also knew that the key to those things did not lie in Lucifer's instigation. Even without Lucifer, the two would have broken up in the end.

"Forget it. For Martin's sake, I won't bother with you about the past."

Morpheus and Lucifer are in a state where neither can do anything to the other. Although there have been frictions over the years, they always end up in a draw.

In the end, neither of them wanted to see each other again. This time, with Martin, a special person, acting as a peacemaker, they finally wiped the slate clean.

However, Martin knew from their expressions that there would be new frictions and conflicts between them in the future.

But that was not Martin's business.

He is not a real kindergarten teacher and cannot control what they want to do in the future.

"Let's talk about personal matters now, let's talk business."

Martin solved the conflict between the two and said to Lucifer, "We really need to know the whereabouts of the demon. We need to get the helmet back as soon as possible to change the current situation of the decline of the dream."

He took full responsibility for these matters and did not mention Morpheus' impatience.

Lucifer winked at Martin, perhaps he knew something but didn't say it.

He was in a good mood. He whistled as he took back the glasses and tidied up the bar before saying to the two men, "These are all trivial matters, and I hate those damn demons. Not only will I tell you where the other person is, I can also help you bring him to this bar."

Hell is hell, that place is used to torture people.

Whether it is a tortured soul, a violent demon, or the seemingly high and mighty King of Hell, everyone has to endure their own pain in hell.

The pleasure gained from perverted measures can never make up for the torture brought by hell itself.

Therefore, no matter what kind of demon they are, from childhood to adulthood, they all want to escape from hell and run to the human world to enjoy happiness, rather than sinking into hell and suffering.

As the warden of this huge prison, Lucifer is not subject to the laws of hell itself, but this action itself is a punishment for him.

"Your brother will never let you stay in the world for long."

Morpheus kindly reminded: "You'd better find a way to deal with the things in hell."

"There's nothing to deal with in hell."

Lucifer felt like vomiting when he thought of what the place down there looked like.

"I sealed hell with a throne. Now those bastards can only fight each other in hell and slowly turn into a pool of mud."

Lucifer really didn't know why his stubborn brother insisted on forcing him to go back to hell.

Obviously, whether he goes back or not, the effect will be the same.

"Isn't it right?"

Morpheus questioned, "I heard from Martin that your fallen brothers are very unstable. One of them caused a big incident in Los Angeles some time ago."

Lucifer was too lazy to argue with him, so he drooped his face and asked coldly: "Do you still want my help?"

Morpheus wanted to say something else, but Martin poked him in the waist with his finger, and he immediately shut up.

Morpheus said nothing more, and Lucifer did not pursue the matter any further.

He took out a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet. It looked young and the label was new.

He snapped his fingers, and the cork at the bottle automatically flew into the trash can, emitting a sour smell.

Martin doesn't like drinking. Although he has been to many wineries, he just goes through the motions and doesn't have much room in his head for this kind of thing.

Fortunately, Lucifer didn't invite them to drink. He took the bottle of red wine and walked to the center of the dance floor. He called Martin and Morpheus to come closer to him, and then poured it into a basin-shaped container.

Soon the bottle was empty, and the dark red wine covered the bottom of the porcelain basin, forming a smooth surface.

Lucifer stretched out his right index finger, blew gently, and the fingertips ignited with hellfire that smelled of sulfur.

"I'm going to grab that guy out of hell right now, but have you two figured out how to deal with him?"

Morpheus looked at Martin, who nodded and said confidently, "Don't worry, I'll take care of this."

Lucifer snapped his fingers, and the hellfire on his fingertips fell into the wine, forming an even more intense fire, which spun open the gate to hell.

He stretched out his hand and crossed the gate formed by hellfire. The hand, which was originally the size of an ordinary person, became larger than a mountain in hell, and began to look for the demon.

"Although I know you must be familiar with demons, I still want to remind you that those bastards are cunning and evil. They would never carry a magical weapon like a helmet with them."

Martin smiled mysteriously: "People who pursue interests will always be swallowed up by greater interests. I have something here that he absolutely cannot refuse."

As he spoke, he put his hands together, and a strong black light burst out from his fingertips, turning into a thick shadow that covered the surroundings.

Then, he opened his hands and a black ankh symbol floated in his palms, emitting a chill that neither Lucifer nor Morpheus could ignore.

"So it's the power of death. I never thought you would be involved with her."

Lucifer looked at Martin and was really surprised.

Martin explained: "The person who possesses this symbol is able to escape death once and for all."

Lucifer nodded: "This is indeed a treasure that even demons cannot refuse. They cannot exist forever like me."

There is also a difference between demons and devils.

"But are you sure that giving away such a treasure will not make Death angry?"

Martin shook his head: "I don't like gambling. This thing is just bait. If it doesn't reach the other party's mouth, he will spit it out."

"In a moment, I will provoke the opponent, cut off his retreat, and pretend that Morpheus and I are going to besiege him. Then you will come out, act as a peacemaker, and organize a duel."

"Good plan."

Although Martin did not give many specific details, Lucifer immediately understood how the plan would work.

This is indeed not a gambling game, but a pig-killing scheme, the purpose of which is to make the other party hand over the helmet voluntarily.

"Found it!" Lucifer grabbed around and quickly locked onto the target. He raised his hand and pulled a black shadow out of the hellfire and threw it heavily to the ground.

Martin's eyes were fixed on the thing that was pulled out of the flames. It was a very ordinary demon, hunched over, with a tumor on its head and wearing a dirty suit.

The moment he saw Lucifer, this ordinary demon let out a scream, fell to his knees on the ground, and trembled.

This is not because the demons have great reverence for the King of Hell, but because after Lucifer's fall from heaven, his wings are still pure white, and the light of heaven still covers the Son of the Morning Star.

Not to mention ordinary demons, even the devil cannot withstand the baptism of holy light in front of Lucifer.

Of course, this demon is not a special existence, it is just an ordinary little demon.

But this is understandable. The little wife of old Roderick who escaped was just an ordinary person. She had three artifacts in her hands, but she didn't know how to use them, so the demon she summoned would certainly not be a special existence.

But Martin was surprised that the other party seemed to have not changed at all after having Morpheus's helmet for so many years. Or was he even worse off in the past than he is now?

Martin didn't pursue the issue too much, he gave Lucifer and Morpheus a look.

Lucifer took a few steps back and retracted his holy light. The suppressed demon immediately jumped up.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw another mortal and the master of dreams rushing towards him, looking aggressive and ferocious.

The devil with a guilty conscience immediately shouted: "Wait, Dream Master, your helmet is still in my hand. I hid it in a special place. If you kill me, you will never find your helmet again."

"It doesn't matter. It's best if no one can find me. That way I don't have to worry about my power being abused."

Morpheus recited Martin's prepared lines expressionlessly, and his natural cold temperament made him more believable.

"Damn stubborn!"

The demon cursed in his heart and used all kinds of magic around him, but they were brushed by the yellow sand of the dream, and all the magic related to venom turned into dust.

Seeing that his life was about to be in danger, the demon was helpless and leaped towards Lucifer beside him.

"My great master, please save me. Everything I did strictly followed the rules of hell, and I didn't even cheat the person I was dealing with. They can't do this to me."

Although the devil's shout was shrill, what he said was funny.

The only rule in hell is to use any means necessary. In the past, they did whatever they wanted when they were cheating people, but now that they have suffered losses, they have begun to pursue fairness.

This standard is too flexible.

But despite the ridicule, this result is exactly what Martin and the others wanted to see.

"You two, please stop for now!"

Lucifer stepped forward in time, spread a pair of white wings behind him, and waved them forward, emitting a bright pure white light, blocking the surging yellow sand.

Morpheus did not fight at the critical moment. He collected the yellow sand and said angrily, "Lucifer, your people took away my helmet. My strength cannot be restored. Can the guy in hell have a good dream?"

"Haha, the demons in hell don't have to dream."

Lucifer looked nonchalant, he was just a supporting role and of course he didn't take it seriously.

"But what's the point of killing this guy? He hid his helmet and you still can't find it.

How about this, we use the traditional way to solve this problem, that is, a duel. I will be the referee, is that okay with you?"

"Of course I don't care."

Morpheus spread his hands, looking casual.

When the devil heard the news, he immediately wanted to run back through the hellfire passage, but he saw that the mortal who followed the dream master had used some unknown method to extinguish the hellfire.

At this point, he had no choice but to prostrate himself at Lucifer's feet and humbly plead, "Great Master, I am following completely..."

"That's enough. What's the point of you saying this now?"

Lucifer felt sick when he saw this guy's humble appearance.

He is not always like this. When he deceives mortals into signing a contract with him, he has a completely different face.

"If you hadn't come to me with this, I wouldn't bother with this matter. I have already done my best by arranging a duel for you."

Lucifer was talking nonsense at random, and the deceived demon was stunned, unable to even think normally.

The mesmerizing aura of this fallen angel is not only ineffective on humans, but also on demons.

The devil looked dazed, with a fierce battle going on in his heart, but he heard Lucifer say: "Don't say I don't take care of my own people. I can arrange a weaker opponent for you, and they will make the same generous bet."

"All right!"

The devil couldn't hold on any longer, he knew that the King of Hell would never fight the Lord of Dreams for him.

This situation is already pretty good.

As for the betting, just give something randomly when the time comes to fool people.

The devil is still thinking about how to get away with this matter, and he didn't notice the unreasonable details at all.

Martin was worried that his mind had suddenly become clear, so he quickly stuffed the Ankh symbol he had condensed earlier into Morpheus's hand.

He still has to maintain the image of an ordinary person, so of course he can't give out such a precious thing.

Morpheus showed the Ankh symbol, and the strong smell of death instantly attracted the devil's attention.

When he introduced the characteristics of this symbol, the demon's eyes widened and drooled from his mouth.

"This thing is much better than Morpheus's helmet. This broken helmet has no other effect except making people sleep."

The devil was fickle and instantly devalued the helmet to nothing.

He used his unique magic to take out Morpheus' helmet from the void and handed it to Lucy, asking him to keep the item as a referee.

Lucifer took the helmet and made a throat-cutting gesture to Martin, meaning that he should kill this guy right now and not waste energy on a duel whose outcome was already determined.

"I want to challenge him!"

Before Martin could make a decision, the demon started yelling loudly.

"Okay!"

Martin made a decision and decided to fight him.

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