Chapter 2200: Barbatos Has Bad Luck (Part 2)

Facing Michael's interrogation, Bruce's main style was to be cheeky.

Michael was almost angered to death by him.

He indeed couldn't kill Bruce, because Bruce now had Gabriel's wings, and angels couldn't kill their own brothers and sisters, but this didn't mean Michael had no way to deal with Bruce. He told Bruce to go and scrub the Eden Lake clean.

But this matter was not that simple at all. On the way to the Eden Lake, Lucifer, who helped Bruce carry tools, introduced: "There might be anything in that lake that shouldn't be in a normal lake—although I don't really want to say it, you should have seen it too. Assuming a fish could slap me over when I was a child, even if it was the me when I was a child, you should know that it can beat the shit out of you."

"Isn't it dead?" Bruce asked back.

Lucifer was stunned, turned to look at Bruce, and Bruce spread his hands and said: "Otherwise why is it a lake instead of a river? It's the same if I put the energy into that river. I know you've been thinking about that fish for a long time. When it turned its belly up, I fished it out and buried it under the tree. Why do you think I let you bring a grill?"

Lucifer looked down at the bucket of cleaning supplies in his hand and didn't find a grill. He went through less than a second of psychological struggle, and then they had a grill.

On the way over, Lucifer was very happy. He said: "I don't understand why your professor rejected your PhD application so many times. Actually, you are very thoughtful. I think this is a manifestation of psychological success."

Bruce just wanted to be humble, but Lucifer blinked at him and said: "But don't expect such small favors to buy me off, and my advice doesn't carry that much weight for Arrogance, especially in psychology."

"You know when he called God to complain, he always repeatedly emphasized that I don't know who Hegel is, but at that time I was drunk. Who would ask a drunk person what a great theory represented by the name of one of his one-night stands?"

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

"You should have thought of it long ago. I am Lucifer Morningstar, an angel. I was born with telepathy. You can't ask humans to move things with tentacles. I don't have empathy at all. Human emotions are data written on white paper to me."

"For example, I can read that you have about 78% disappointment now, and then I can break it down into various trivial emotions. I won't use an organ that I can't use at all, let alone read the theories obtained from studying this organ."

Bruce waved his hand perfunctorily and said: "Fine, didn't count on you anyway."

"That Batman set doesn't work on me." Lucifer shook his head and said: "Actually, you had quite high expectations because you felt I was a good friend of your professor, but if you want to move me out in front of him, Arrogance will always stand on the side of Arrogance."

"Speaking of which." Lucifer looked back and said: "How do you plan to appease that guy's anger? I must warn you, from my understanding of Michael, he is really angry."

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

"He was angry for a while. He couldn't do anything to me, and he was always angry at me." Lucifer shrugged and said: "During the Fallen War, I invited him to fight me fairly, but the invitation never succeeded. He is that kind of old-fashioned angel, upholding the principle of never harming his own kind."

"You brought some possible dangers to Heaven. This is something he absolutely cannot tolerate. You might feel that he can't do anything to you, but many times angels are more ruthless than you think."

"What will he do?"

"It depends. If you can't make him stop being angry, he will sink you to the bottom of the lake, let you sleep for at least ten thousand years, and God will also stand on his side, and your professor, from the attitude he showed towards your PhD application last time I chatted, might also approve and get ten thousand years of leisure time."

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

"Letting the children go down to accompany you is not a joke. It's not a prison down there, just another world. The time flow is different from here. You will get a quite long period of parent-child time, and it will be the same when you come out."

"I'm afraid of him." Bruce shook his head and said: "Everything else is fine, but I can't accept that after staying with Aisha for ten thousand years, she will still bite the children's slide when she comes out. A novice father shouldn't face such terrible frustration."

"You don't sound nervous." Lucifer looked at Bruce and said: "You even have the mood to joke."

"Because he really can't do that." Bruce smiled and said: "I have full confidence, you will know soon."

Indeed soon, Lucifer didn't even have time to suck the fish tail clean when a newborn angel rushed into the Garden of Eden and called Lucifer to Michael's office.

Michael's expression was particularly complicated, but not as angry as before. Lucifer just wanted to ask what kind of magic medicine that magical Batman fed you to stop being angry, when Michael threw a document to him.

It was a system log that had spread to this day, showing some things that had happened in places they hadn't noticed.

Lucifer was called here because this matter had to do with Hell. To be precise, Hell was in a mess.

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

It was not just because he was a popular character, but also because he was the key to the game between Heaven and Hell, both short-term investment and long-term gain.

Devils value roulette games more than angels, so they discovered something wrong the fastest.

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

But now the roulette on the table began to disappear for no reason, as if it had never come to this world, taking away the chips that the devils had invested.

Note that it was not only demon lords who were qualified to gamble. Just like Archangels in Heaven almost never gamble, the ones who made moves were basically people below.

They were not administrators with super-high status like Archangels, they were still some kind of energy beings. This kind of small gambling based on official disks was allowed. It was both a kind of entertainment and a kind of incentive.

Compared with Heaven, which at least had discipline committees, Hell was really full of gambling.

Some famous Constantines were obviously put on the tables of big shots. These they couldn't touch, so they picked those unpopular ones. Don't look at it as sounding absurd, this game was built by professionals in both Heaven and Hell to analyze odds.

A lifespan of decades was not long for a decent devil, and could even be considered an instant gamble with full positive feedback. There were many devils in Hell staring at the big board every day, waiting for the results of the bets they had placed.

But Constantine disappeared like this, which was equivalent to the stock they bought being delisted for no reason. Not only did the hope of winning disappear, but the invested chips were also gone. Who could endure this?

Because there were too many devils gambling, although most of them were leeks being harvested, all gamblers thought they could win and thought that the problem with the disk was the biggest reason hindering them from getting rich overnight.

Demons also have a society, and the society of intelligent beings is about the same. Once the bottom layer makes a lot of noise, the people above have to pay attention.

Demon lords were not vegetarians either. Their boss was Lucifer. Although Lucifer returned to Heaven, these old buddies in Hell couldn't be ignored. People like Beelzebub were fine, but Azazel had 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 energy before—under the concerted efforts of the demons, this power soon couldn't be called mysterious, and Barbatos's name resounded through Hell.

Since the main owner was found, the next step was naturally to go to the door to collect debts, but Barbatos's ability was not small, and he defended his home, the Source of Darkness, airtight. The demons couldn't get in at all.

Lucifer thought you certainly couldn't get in, because this was not Barbatos defending at all, but Michael defending. Michael's main style in fighting was defense. When he defended the Holy Spring, Lucifer couldn't break in. This group of demons couldn't touch Barbatos even if they were pinched together.

However, the demons didn't have administrator authority, so they couldn't see what was going on with this blockade, only thinking that Barbatos was an astonishingly difficult opponent.

He deliberately poured his dark energy into Constantine's body, killed him, looted everyone's chips, and then built himself an extremely solid turtle shell to rot all the accounts. It was really a devil who would say it was a devil.

But countless demons came with excitement and returned in defeat. No one could break the protective shield. Even Azazel made a move himself, but it was the same.

For a time, Barbatos's name could stop children from crying at night in Hell. The occult circles with enough power levels in the universe dug out all the past of this ancient dark dragon and blew it up to the sky.

In the end, whether it was the trash can at their own door overturned or aliens attacked again, don't ask, asking is Barbatos's conspiracy to invade the universe.

The so-called "as long as there is enough material, the more you dig, the more you have." Demons who deal with humans every day, can't they find human intelligence? They soon dug out the relationship between the Court of Owls, Judas believers, Barbatos, and Cat Getan.

It is well known that Batman is special. The higher the power level, the clearer the cognition of this fact. As a result, you tell me Batman's power comes from Barbatos?

Not right, very not right. Could it be that some strange things that happened before were Barbatos's handwriting?

The seeds of suspicion were buried, and even seedlings had grown. Barbatos's threat level in the evaluations of major forces rose straight up, and finally even topped the list.

Setting aside the immediate problems that had to be solved, the demon lords found that they couldn't handle it, but they didn't want to lose in vain, and the bottom layer was making more and more noise, making the whole Hell like a pot of hot oil.

There were only a handful of existences in this world that could be stronger than them, or to put it bluntly, only Archangels were left.

Michael looked at the demons who begged him, and his mood was very complicated, but Lucifer was more complicated than him.

So this was the solution Bruce said?

He was fooled again. Topics like PhD applications were just to lead to the fact that he could read minds.

He had just boasted to Bruce that he could read minds, so could he pretend to be stupid now?

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

Lucifer was still the Lord of Hell. For the sake of the common people, for the sake of the demon lords who had suffered for half a lifetime, what could he not bow his head to Michael? Even for Arrogance, the reason was already sufficient under the current circumstances.

If he bowed his head, it meant he was responsible enough, and the point Michael was most angry about was that he walked away at the beginning and was irresponsible. As long as Lucifer was willing to take this step, the rift between them could be restored.

Lucifer was moved.

But he still didn't want to admit it. In the end, all the arrogance only turned into medicine for clearing memories.

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

He certainly had to have enough rewards. Lucifer thought through gritted teeth, go to his Hegel, what did that paper Schiller wrote about manipulation say?

Lucifer threw the data aside, 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 of course not me..."

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

Michael looked at Lucifer in shock, wanting to find half a joke on his face, but unfortunately not. He heard Lucifer say in a tone as heavy as his gaze.

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

God was shocked.

And a certain unknown psychologist who provided theoretical support for this—a meticulous three-piece suit, and a Burgundy court-style tie—was standing by the table organizing books.

He didn't even look up at Constantine, just said: "Do you still think I'm making a fuss about nothing now?"

Constantine swallowed. He saw God when he pushed the door open, physically, and then suddenly, God, God left in a hurry, and even looked like he had suffered a major blow.

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

Schiller stopped his movements, looked up at the window. In the scorching summer, Cat Getan was full of colorful flags because of the upcoming grand event. He looked for a long time and then said.

"He sent me to another world without my consent... making me spend at least thirty years of extreme boredom." ===== CHAPTER 2201 =====