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Chapter 227 Chapter 370 Chapter 371 [Truce Agreement] (Part )
Shortly after.

Frank and the other two appeared in a bookstore that was not open to the public.

"Edward, thank you for hosting us at such a short notice."

Damon Hellstorm greeted the middle-aged man wearing glasses standing behind the bar in a familiar manner.

"Don't say that, Mr. Hellstorm. It is my greatest honor to serve such a distinguished son of Hell as you."

The man named Edward pulled out a thick book from under the bar and handed it to Damon Hellstorm, introducing it:

"Thanks to you for calling ahead, I had plenty of time to find the book in the archives that records the whereabouts of the dwarf blacksmith."

Daemon Hellstorm took the book and said with great emotion, "My friend, I really don't know how to thank you... But besides this book, I'm actually looking for another one!"

"Just name it, I have everything in my archives!"

"This one……"

Damon Hellstorm scratched his head a little embarrassedly. "To be honest, I don't know what book I'm looking for, or what the specific content is."

"All I know is that it's a major event that's going to happen soon, and it's likely to involve both Heaven and Hell."

"If you can use your experience to help me find this book, you can ask for any reward you want!"

"Can you really just bring it up casually?"

The shop owner, Edward, took off his glasses and slowly turned his gaze towards Frank and the others. He said, "I may have guessed which book you're looking for, but the reward... must be the silver coin in those two men's hands!"

Damon Hellstorm's pupils shrank slightly, and he immediately became alert, but he found that Frank and Logan Howlett beside him had entered a state of high alert since he didn't know when, and obviously they had noticed something unusual a long time ago.

"How do you know that the silver coin is in our hands?"

"Respected Mr. Hellstorm, I'm sorry I can't answer your question... But I want you to know that what I'm about to do isn't disrespectful to you. It's simply a matter of retrieving the silver bullet from those two humans."

Edward's body began to expand rapidly, and in the blink of an eye he had transformed into a bull-horned demon more than three meters tall, staring at Damon Hellstorm with his eyes flashing with bloody light.

"Of course, if you are willing to hand over the silver bullet right now, I promise that you can leave my bookstore in a dignified manner."

As the two were talking, the passersby who were originally scattered around reading in front of the bookshelves began to transform into their true forms—horrible-looking demons with a foul stench of sulfur!

"Tsk tsk, I was wondering why there are so many demons who like to read."

Frank showed a bloodthirsty smile on his face, and slowly pulled out his beloved [Bass Magic Armor M Combat Machete] from the scabbard at his waist.

call--

A holy psychic flame suddenly burned on the blade.

"Fu*k! Can't these damn bastards wait five more seconds?"

Logan Howlett silently took out a crumpled ten-dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to Frank with some heartache.

In fact, the two of them had already noticed something unusual in the bookstore as soon as they entered.

After all, the probability of encountering a dozen studious demons is probably lower than the probability of winning $10 billion in Mega Millions.

But for Frank, a mere dozen demons were not enough for him to kill alone, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

So he made a private bet with Logan Howlett whether these demons would take action within 1 minute, and the bet was only ten dollars.

Logan Howlett wanted to refuse because he only had ten dollars in his pocket.

But after hearing Frank let him choose first, he decisively placed the bet more than a minute later.

His idea is very simple. Let's just say that as long as he is a normal person... no, a normal devil, he shouldn't be like a young boy who can't wait to fight as soon as he meets someone, right?

It turns out that they do.

I originally planned to win enough money for a pack of cigarettes, but who would have thought that my pockets are now cleaner than my face.

This undoubtedly made Logan Howlett's already poor life even worse! !

They say that even a penny can make a hero fall...

Now, he doesn't have a penny left.

Clang——

Sharp [Adamantium Wolf Claws] popped out from between the fists of both hands, and the angry "Old Wolf" rushed towards the devil.

You bastards, give me back my ten dollars!

Frank almost laughed when he saw this, and then he joined the battle with a knife.

……

[Reputation +444, +11, +11...]

[Collectable demon soul fragments detected, subspace soul count +1, +1, +1...]

……

This battle ended as quickly as it started.

In just a few minutes, more than a dozen demons were reduced to ashes under the holy flames blessed by the Emperor.

"Frank, is that guy really the son of Satan?"

Logan Howlett glanced at Damon Hellstorm, who was battling the demon shop owner back and forth, and was even slightly at a disadvantage, and frowned.
"As a 'half-demon', you can't even handle a demon. Isn't your strength too weak?"

"Don't worry, Boss's judgment is definitely correct... I guess he's been imprisoned by the Vatican for too long, and his strength hasn't recovered for a while."

Frank sheathed the machete and said with a wicked grin, "Logan, how about another round? This time, can we bet on whether he can finish the fight in under five minutes?"

"No play...no money!"

"I can lend it to you first, and you can return it to me after you get your salary."

"Wait a minute? I still have a salary?"

"Oh, sorry, I just forgot. Although the company provides food and accommodation for the three years you've been paying off your debt, you won't get any salary... But it's okay, I can let you choose first this time." "Then I won't play!"

"The stakes this time are $100. Try your luck and your bicycle could turn into a motorcycle."

“No…”

Four minutes later, when Logan Howlett saw Damon Hellstorm, who had suddenly worked hard, defeat the demon with great difficulty, he suddenly felt like the sky was falling!
Now, he went from having nothing to being in debt of $100...

"Edward, I'm disappointed. I've always considered you a friend for all these years."

Damon Hellstorm looked at Frank with some fear. Just now, during the battle, he clearly saw how the other party killed those demons like cutting melons and vegetables.

Although the demons that came this time were all ragtag monsters, they were definitely not something a human could deal with.

Moreover, the flames emitted from the dagger in the opponent's hand can actually directly damage the soul essence of the demon, thereby killing those demons in a true sense!
It was not until then that he truly realized that Carl's previous order for Frank to keep an eye on him and kill him if anything unusual happened was definitely not just talk.

But fortunately, he decided to cooperate fully from the beginning...

"Thank you."

Taking the rope he had found from somewhere from Frank's hand, Damon Hellstorm hung the demonic shopkeeper, who had regained his human form, upside down on the fan. He then wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said breathlessly:
"If you don't want to end up in ashes like your friends, you'd better answer every question I ask truthfully."

"First of all, what was this sneak attack all about?"

Edward, his entire body slowly turning along with the ceiling fan, said apologetically, "Oh, respected Mr. Hellstorm, I'm truly sorry. I hope this conflict hasn't damaged our friendship..."

"Stop talking nonsense and get to the point!"

"Well, someone posted a high reward in [Sulphur Port] last night. The content is simple: capture your two human friends and retrieve the silver bullet from them."

"Who posted the reward?"

Daemon Hellstorm frowned slightly and asked with a serious expression, "And how did you know they were with me?"

"I don't know who released it, but this news was directly conveyed by the female demigod known as the Night Jackal."

Edward swallowed hard and said with lingering fear, "Then she secretly came to me again, insisting that your two human friends would come to me in the next few days to search for clues related to the dwarf blacksmith, and told me to capture them and retrieve the silver bullet."

Finally, he pleaded, "Mr. Hellstorm, I swear... this is really all I know!!"

"Wait a minute, are you saying that the 'demigod' actually predicted our itinerary in advance?"

A look of surprise appeared on Damon Hellstorm's face. He pinched his chin and fell into deep thought.

He couldn't understand how Larzen could predict in advance that they would come here to look for clues about the dwarf blacksmith?

Could it be that some news leaked from [F. Tiggan]?
Or does Lazan or the human dark wizard behind her possess some kind of magic that can remotely sense the silver bullet?
Time passed by little by little, but Frank and Logan Howley, who were standing at the back on guard, did not speak a word to disturb each other's thinking.

After all, before leaving [F Tigan], Carl had clearly instructed them that in the future, all matters related to the investigation of silver coins and the devil's plan should be centered around Damon Hellstorm.

"Okay, I believe you on this matter."

After a long silence, Damon Hellstorm, who still had no clue, had to put aside the doubts in his mind for the time being and continue with the subsequent questions.

"The next question is... Is there anything big happening soon? I remember that just after I finished speaking, you said you had guessed which book I was looking for!"

"Yes."

Edward said cautiously, "Mr. Hellstorm, I think what you're looking for is the book that records the [Armistice]. And in a few days, the [Armistice] will randomly land somewhere in [America]."

"That's why those old guys with long lifespans leave here early and go to other countries to avoid the limelight."

"Oh, by the way, that book is now on the fifth row of the archives shelf..."

More than half an hour later.

Logan Howlett pointed to the ancient book filled with demonic text and illustrations on the table and asked with some doubt:
"What on earth is this truce that guy just mentioned?"

"It's an ancient agreement that was established before I was born." Daemon Hellstorm slowly closed the book and said with an extremely solemn expression:
"The [Armistice] can also be called the [Millennium Agreement]... You can simply understand it as a special diplomatic summit between [Heaven] and [Hell] that only takes place once every thousand years."

"Aha?"

Frank and Logan Howlett were both dumbfounded.

They had only heard that leaders of various countries would hold summits from time to time to discuss major issues. How come [Heaven] and [Hell] also held a summit?

Aren't they enemies?
Let’s hold a Mao summit!
"I suppose you've heard of the story of the Fallen Angel... well, at least you should be familiar with the basics, right?"

Daemon Hellstorm received an unfriendly response from the two men, so he narrated concisely:
"Long, long ago, a great rebellion broke out in Heaven. The Seraph Lucifer led nearly one-third of the angels in Heaven, abandoning their faith in God and declaring war on God from the northern border of Heaven.

A great war began. After three days of fierce fighting, Lucifer's rebels were defeated by the angel army led by the [Seraphim] Michael.

Lucifer and his followers were expelled by God and thrown into Hell. Before leaving, he uttered the earth-shaking words: "I would rather be king in Hell than be a slave in Heaven."

From then on, these angels were called Fallen Angels... or Demons!!”

"If the contents of this book are correct, then this [Armistice] was signed at that time."

"As for the two parties involved, they are naturally [Heaven] and [Hell]..."

"Wait a moment."

Frank suddenly interrupted, "Suppose Heaven and Hell are really at war endlessly as the book says.

Then why did they set the time for the Armistice Agreement to be over a thousand years, and not some other time?"

"It's simple." Daemon Hellstorm took a deep breath and explained with a hint of helplessness, "For the warring parties, every thousand years is as short as a human year!"

"And the battlefield of this never-ending war happens to be Earth..."

"But in order to prevent this war from affecting humans, it is necessary to establish effective rules of engagement... or perhaps a 'safety mechanism' would be more appropriate."

"So, every thousand years when the [Armistice] is held, [Heaven] and [Hell] will choose a non-combat zone somewhere in [America].

The envoys designated by both sides negotiated there on certain pending major issues, proposed conditions to each other, vented their grievances, and exchanged hostages, etc...."

(End of this chapter)