Chapter 1467

Beelzebub's dozen eyes widened instantly. He looked at Bruce in front of him like he had seen a ghost. The pitch-black magic shadow soared into the sky, and an unbelievable angry roar echoed at the top of the mage tower.

"Batman, are you sick?!

Bruce dug his ears and said, "I'm not sick, I just think you probably wouldn't be satisfied with me letting a group of human cubs attend your celebration, but I indeed couldn't get away. It just so happens that I also have a celebration here, why don't we gather together to be lively, how about it?"

Andrew, standing beside Schiller, looked at the figure of the Demon King floating in mid-air, his jaw almost dropping in shock. Schiller hugged his arms, tapped his arm lightly with his fingertips, and said, "Bruce's previously contracted object hasn't responded to him for a long time. I think he might want to change a Demon King to assist."

"But it's not to the point of summoning him directly here!" Andrew roared loudly, then looked around, watching the drunk demon generals causing destruction everywhere, scaring the apprentices in his mage tower to run away screaming, and said helplessly, "Dr. Schiller, you really have taken a good apprentice. My mage tower can't withstand such tossing."

"Set your heart at ease, Master Andrew. Think about it, a Demon King personally coming to your birthday banquet to congratulate you, how many archmages have had such an honor since ancient times?" Schiller said with a smile.

Andrew froze for a moment, the white-bearded mage's eyeballs turned, and then he also giggled and said, "That's right, Dr. Schiller, you really have taken a good apprentice."

"Do you think I'm the same as that family of Belial? I have no interest in the human world, nor do I need any human agents. Get out!" Beelzebub said unhappily.

"What did you say in the previous sentence?"

"I said I don't need an agent..."

"The sentence before that."

"Uh... you think I'm the same as that family of Belial?"

"If you don't need an agent, perhaps you will soon be the same as him."

Beelzebub opened his dozen eyes again. He looked at Bruce unbelievably and said, "You threaten me?! A tiny human actually dares to threaten the dignified Demon King of Hell?!"

"You misunderstood, Your Majesty Beelzebub." Bruce shook his head and said, "The matter of His Majesty Belial was just an accident. It's impossible for me to use such powerful power a second time."

"If you insist on this, then I have no way. Since you still have a celebration to hold, I won't disturb you today. You can go back and think about it, and we'll talk tomorrow."

"We'll talk tomorrow..." Beelzebub was choked, but he still continued to say loudly, "Do you still plan to drag me over again?! Batman! I warn you! You cannot be so rude to a Demon King, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" Bruce asked with a smile.

Beelzebub was choked again. He really didn't know what he could do.

First of all, the matter of Batman swallowing the soul of an entire Demon King with a human soul was very suspicious. Theoretically, this shouldn't have happened at all, but it just happened.

If Beelzebub said to Batman "I want to kill you," then Batman would still enter Hell after death. Then who could guarantee that he wouldn't swallow the soul of a second Demon King?

If he threatened Constantine or other magicians who provoked him like he threatened others, wanting to sink his soul into the abyss of permanent painful torture, then how could he guarantee that after extracting his soul and bringing it to Hell, it wouldn't be swallowed by Batman in one bite?

In fact, as a high-ranking Demon King of Hell, Beelzebub also didn't understand the principle of how Batman ate Belial at all. He didn't understand the principle, so naturally, he couldn't prevent it, so all operations related to Batman's soul had to be very cautious. He didn't want to become the second snack.

Beelzebub had scruples, so naturally, he couldn't treat humans as a group of ants like before, just standing high and despising them.

He even had to endure his rage, staring at Bruce with a dozen eyes together, and asked, "You damn human! You can't drag me over every day. This is thorough harassment. What exactly do you want to do?"

"Do you really not need a Pope?"

"Why would I need a Pope? And why would you want to be a Pope???" Beelzebub was completely puzzled.

He couldn't understand the thinking of this human in front of him at all. After so much effort to summon him over, it was just to be a Pope?

Beelzebub knew that humans contracting demons was nothing more than for power. Those so-called Popes and agents of Demon Lords were just beggars held in the hands of demons.

But Batman swallowing Belial had already placed him in the same position as all the Demon Kings of Hell. Beelzebub didn't have the ability to break the fourth wall, so he didn't know that most of Batman's abilities came from his root position, and thought that the strength of Batman's trump card had far exceeded the Demon Kings of Hell.

Since he could already roam Hell, why bother contracting another Demon King and praying to him for power?

But at this time, Bruce's gaze was no longer on him, but turned to look at more than half of the demon palace that was also summoned over.

Beelzebub's demon palace was built on a cliff in the rift of the abyss of Hell. More than half of the walls were the cliff itself, so after being summoned over, most of the rooms had fallen apart.

Bruce walked toward the ruins of the palace without hesitation, walking with big strides, his posture like entering no man's land, righteous and confident as if he had returned home.

Beelzebub, flying in mid-air, suddenly turned his head and shouted at Bruce, "Hey, where are you going? Stay away from my palace!"

"Your Majesty, do you have a study here?"

"What does this have to do with you?!"

"As your Pope, although I don't need power blessing, accepting a baptism of knowledge shouldn't be a problem, right?... I seem to have seen a few bookshelves just now?"

"Hey! You wait! Don't touch my statue! That's made of abyss molten gold!

!"

The few Robins standing next to the ruins of the palace watched Batman sweep across the ruins of the entire palace like the wind, agilely flying at extreme speed on the top of the architectural fragments.

So such a strange scene appeared outside the mage tower: a person flying in front, a demon chasing behind—and couldn't catch up.

When passing by the Robins, Bruce shouted at them, "Hey! You guys, follow!"

The three Robins had no time to think about why Batman wanted them to follow. The muscle memory of cooperating with Batman for many years made them follow Batman without hesitation.

Soon, Bruce and the few Robins stopped near a relatively large spire fragment. Bruce stood on the top of the towering spire and looked down at the architectural ruins below, saying.

"It seems this should be the library of His Majesty Beelzebub's palace. As His Majesty's Pope, it is necessary to preserve the precious classics accumulated in the palace for many years at this moment of disaster..."

Then he waved at the few Robins behind him and said, "Come, Nightwing, you move this half, you two go move that part behind, all be careful, don't damage the pages..."

Beelzebub finally descended from mid-air. He shrank his body slightly and said unbelievably, "You summoned my palace over just to grab my library??!

Beelzebub roared again, unable to bear it: "Batman! Are you sick?!

But Bruce waved his hand at him somewhat impatiently and said, "It's none of your business now. You can go over there and celebrate your common celebration with Master Andrew. Help me wish Her Royal Highness the Princess a happy wedding."

After speaking, he jumped down from the spire and went to move books together. Watching Bruce's distant figure, Beelzebub opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, and closed it again.

You say he's a robber, he has the ability to swallow a Demon King alive, but he chooses to only grab a library. You say he's not a robber, he came to cheat and sneak attack an old comrade of Beelzebub who is tens of thousands of years old, just to grab his library.

If Beelzebub doesn't stop him, he's afraid he'll lose his library forever. If he stops him, what if Batman changes his mind, doesn't grab the library anymore, and changes to grabbing the Demon King himself?

And the fundamental reason why Beelzebub has no action now is that what Batman did to him hasn't reached the point of making him risk being eaten to start a war.

Isn't it just a library? Even if he moves it back, he can't understand it. The human lifespan is only a hundred years. At worst, wait for him to die and move it back himself, Beelzebub comforted himself.

Beelzebub floated above the ruins of the messy palace, his figure quite desolate. He remembered a sentence Lucifer once said—the evil of Hell is far less than the madness of humans.

At this time, Bruce, who was moving books in the ruins of the library, seemed to feel it wasn't enough. He took out a Batarang from his waist and activated the amplification device on it. Instantly, his shouting echoed around the mage tower.

"Wei En Engineering Group is hiring moving personnel, Wei En Engineering Group is hiring moving personnel..."

At first, most people didn't understand what he was shouting, nor did they know what this so-called moving personnel was going to move, but Bruce's next words made everyone's eyes turn green.

"Collect all knowledge classics in the ruins and store them in the designated location. Moving items are settled by weight in kilograms, one million US dollars per kilogram, paid immediately! Repeat again..."

Not many modern magicians can live in seclusion in deep mountains and old forests to be self-sufficient. Most people still have to live in industrial society to enjoy the convenience brought by modern cities, so it is inevitable to face the realistic problems of daily necessities.

Although magic borrowed doesn't need to spend human currency, spell materials have to be bought by oneself. Except for a few materials that can only be collected in the magical world, most precious metals still have to be purchased through the transaction method of ordinary society.

Precious metals are expensive. Magic, alchemy, and medicine have been expensive hobbies since ancient times. Most magicians who can live until they have a stable source of power have quite rich family assets, but no matter how rich, they can't be as rich as the Wei En Group. Who would think money is too much?

Watching the apprentices in the mage tower swarming from all directions, Bruce, standing on the top of the spire, nodded and thought, Schiller was right. Sometimes worldly things are more moving. Humans' pursuit of wealth is endless.

"Boy, you really exceed my expectations." A voice sounded behind Bruce. He turned his head and saw the beautiful Madame Xanadu standing on the other side of the top of the spire, and walked slowly toward him.

"Overpraised, Madam." Bruce lowered his head modestly, then looked up at Madame Xanadu again, and said very sincerely, "Thank you for your help. I have already had in-depth communication with His Majesty Beelzebub. You can take away any valuable items in His Majesty's palace as compensation for your power."

Madame Xanadu raised an eyebrow and finally showed a sincere smile, saying, "Dr. Schiller really has taken a good apprentice."

After speaking, she turned her head to look at the ruins below, blinked, and asked with some curiosity: "Can I ask, why are you interested in the library in Beelzebub's palace?"

"I'm just interested in knowledge itself."

"This is rare." Madame Xanadu commented. She looked at Bruce's eyes again, hesitated slightly, and still opened her mouth to remind.

"Bruce, I'm a few years older, please forgive me for reminding you with this. The classics owned by Demon Kings are mostly obscure and difficult to understand, and most of them are dark and evil. Most of the knowledge in them will make humans go crazy just by looking at it, so even if you move those classics back, I'm afraid it will be very difficult for you to obtain the power you want from them."

"What I want is not power, what I am interested in is knowledge itself." Bruce looked at Madame Xanadu's eyes focusedly and said.

Madame Xanadu moved her eyes away somewhat flusteredly. She reached out and touched the amulet on her neck lightly, then sighed and said, "Humans' pursuits are different, and you are purely shocking. I originally thought that providing help for you could pay off Dr. Schiller's favor, but I didn't expect that in the end, I was the one who took advantage."

"Since that's the case, I am also willing to provide you with some help in the aspects you are interested in. If you have anything you don't understand, feel free to come to me."

"My honor, Madam."