The Death Knell

Su Ming ignored Satana's surprise. He smoothed the wrinkles on the bed, stood up and walked to Hela. She is still the same, with pale skin, tight black and green leather clothes, a complicated crown on her head, and the scent of death spore flowers on her body.

"Tell me why you got involved in this matter so proactively."

"I, the dead, are more suitable to deal with Dracula. I can help you on the condition that Mysterio returns Tire's soul to me." Hela crossed her arms and raised her chin.

"Is it tiring to have no palace minister? Yes, Fenris really can't help you manage the country." Su Ming smiled, Tire was still being held in the limbo of hell, and the conditions negotiated with Hela at that time did not include his freedom.

It seems that after a few days, Hela can't stand it anymore. She used to be a hands-off shopkeeper, but now she has to do everything herself, and the pain comes with it.

"Don't change the subject. Just say yes or no. Talking in circles will only make me look down on you."

Hela knew that she had suffered a loss at that time, but she just noticed the favorable conditions, ignored Tire's matter, and fell into a trap.

"Then you can go, I don't like you." Su Ming spread his hands. The princess relapsed and went to Odin. What's the point of looking for me?

If Hela does not return to Tire, she will definitely go back to support new followers, and Tire will be useless, but Su Ming will not tolerate her problems. Does he think the earth is still Midgard?

Hela immediately began to cast spells and prepared to leave, but Satana held her back and rolled her eyes.

"Don't leave in a hurry. Is it okay if I offer you to stay and help me?"

"Oh?" Hela became a little interested. The relationship between female demon lords should be a little more relaxed. Their desire for aggression is not very strong. They basically stay at home: "What else can you trade now?"

"Hehe, how about I help you carve out a piece of territory from my father's hell and expand your underworld?"

Each hell does differ in size, but generally speaking, demons do not need such a large place to live, because the area of ​​those dimensions is almost endless.

But if you need to cast spells, or rely on hell to pay the price, a larger territory can provide more power. This is a matter of energy volume.

So Hela was moved, but she would not believe Satana so easily.

"What are you going to do?"

Satana flipped her hair charmingly and clung to Hela's body like a snake, rubbing her face with her face.

"After this incident, I regained my territory so that I would have capital. Then I contacted Damon. The three of us sent troops at the same time, and then bribed Mephisto, Satanish and the others to remain neutral... ....Marduk is no match for us, we can only cede territory and surrender."

"Bah bang bang..." Su Ming clapped his hands, with a pleased expression on his face: "What a great plan, Marduk will definitely be proud to have a successful son and daughter like you."

Satana rolled her eyes at her coquettishly, but she couldn't hold back the smile on her lips. Devils are like this. If they dare to raise children, they will be punished by them.

Family, friendship and love are all false to the devil, only power is eternal. They will only pursue their inner primitive impulses and follow their own desires.

And it should be noted that the premise for their cooperation is that after Satana takes back her own hell, if this condition is not met, then everything will be in vain.

If she wants to get her own hell back, she must ask the help of the mysterious guest, and the mysterious guest only listens to the death knell. Now Hela can't leave Su Ming alone even if she wants to.

This is a big pie in front of you, and it seems that you can bite into it with just a little effort.

Hela paced back and forth in the room, holding her pointed chin with black nails and thinking, looking at Satana for a while and then at Su Ming.

After a moment, she nodded.

"make a deal."

So the two hell lords found Cytorak as a witness to the contract. The crimson universe tyrant would not reveal trivial matters that he didn't care about at all.

"You go downstairs and wait for us for a while. We'll change our clothes and set off." Satana winked.

Su Ming stood up and left, passing through the two scents: "Hurry up, don't put on makeup."

"We are not ordinary women, we don't need that, or do you plan to stay and watch us change?" Satana licked her lips suggestively, and Hela cast her empty gaze over.

Su Ming ignored them and walked away.

Seeing him leaving, Hela began to cast spells, changing her equipment and headwear according to the styles of earth clothes provided by Satana.

Satana herself took off her clothes cleanly and put on clothes that were convenient for movement while humming a song. Her huge breasts swayed so much that Hela frowned.

"What do you think of Death Knell?" Hela lowered her head, and she could clearly see her feet.

Satana sprayed perfume all over her body like a bath, and smelled her arms with satisfaction. She still smiled: "It doesn't matter how you look at it, but as long as you still want to move around on earth, you have to deal with him."

"So you plan to seduce him? I don't think you succeeded." Hela changed her clothes into a black women's suit and skirt: "He doesn't like this at all."

"How will you know if you don't try? Besides, he didn't object, right?" Satana put on a red dress and took out a thick mink coat from the cabinet.

"I tried it, but he was not moved at all." Hela took off the crown deformation and tied up her hair: "He is a human being, and he only likes human beings."

"You? Seductive?" Satana covered her mouth, pointing her other finger at Hela and shaking her head: "You should learn how to laugh first, but I think it would be easier for you to think about how to kill him."

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Leaving the warm room, the four of them returned to the snow-covered road. Parham kept a distance from the two women. He hated the devil, but he had no choice. He was inseparable from the devil in his life.

Modu was left in the Eternal Blood. After all, it was rare for him to relax, so Su Ming gave him another twenty-four hours.

Of course, Satanna was paid, so the pleasure seeker and the prostitute should settle their accounts and not talk about feelings.

It's not good to owe Satana thousands of dollars as a favor. Today she asked her subordinates to accompany Deathstroke's attendants for free. So next time, will Deathstroke also ask his subordinates to do something for her for free?

If you think about it, you will know that you will lose money. Su Ming is not the Ancient One, and he does not have superb magical strength. If he wants to protect the earth, then the method must be to use the hell lords to check and balance each other, and divide them through transactions one after another.

If you don't repay a favor, you're a deadbeat, and you're ruining your reputation for fairness over a trivial matter? not worth it.

So even though Mo Du seemed very happy and his excited shouts could be heard outside the store, Su Ming was determined not to owe any favors.

The snow under his feet creaked, the wind gradually picked up, and sporadic snowflakes began to fall. He looked at Satana, who was holding Hela and talking and laughing under the street lights:

"Do you know where there are vampires in the city? From the Blood Eating Party."

Satana shook her head. She put the furry hat on her head and arranged her long hair: "I don't know, even if there are, they don't dare to show up in front of me."

"Then your store is called Immortal Blood, which is false propaganda." Su Ming walked aside, with Satana in the middle and Hela in the middle.

"It's not just that vampire blood is immortal, my demon blood is the same." Satana answered naturally: "When humans think of vampires, they think they are beautiful and noble, so business will be good. If I really get it Dozens of succubi, they should be afraid again.”

"In fact, from the origin, vampires are just failed products of black magic experiments. How can they be compared with us demons." Hela added coldly.

Su Ming shook her head helplessly. She was always there. When it came to Asgard, she became the Asa Protoss. When it came to demons, she thought she was a demon.

Do you still have any self-knowledge? Although you are the Lord of Hell, you are not a demon, you are a living dead.

Satana didn't seem to notice. She rested her head on Hela's shoulder and hung it dangling from her body. Hela was taller, so Satana was like a pendant.

"Yes, the Vampires are obviously an inferior race, but humans think they are nobler than demons. It's really stupid."

"No matter what race he is, life is only noble because of the path he follows." Su Ming has a different attitude towards this. This world only looks at strength but not family background.

"Chichi..." Hela laughed out of the corner of her mouth: "Do you think you are Odin? This is more like what he would say."

Satana also hooked her arm with him, like a little girl going out with her parents: "You are walking with a prostitute and a dead body, and there is a devil on a horse behind you. This has nothing to do with nobility."

"But this is my path." Su Ming let her hold his arm and took out a cigarette with the other hand to light it: "Let's get down to business. I want to find the vampire now, and I have to do it quickly."

Hela slapped away Satana's hand and put her into Su Ming's arms: "I'll do it. I just need to target the dead who are active in the city?"

"Except for the corpses dragged around by wild cats and dogs, all others, whether they are skeletons, zombies or vampires, are found and questioned." Su Ming answered Hela's question.

"How can skeletons ask questions? They don't even have tongues." Satana smiled and rubbed them.

"Parham, can you speak Skeleton Language?" Su Ming turned to ask the Ghost Rider who was falling far behind him.

"I speak English, sir. There is no such language as Skeleton Language." Ghost Rider took out a small flask from his windbreaker, poured some wine into his mouth, and tied his clothes tightly to keep warm.

"Well, it seems that Hela still has to do the job of communicating with the skeletons."

Su Ming shrugged, and Satana laughed so hard that it was a good cold joke to ask the Ghost Rider if he knew Skeleton Language. Even Hela secretly rolled her eyes.

Instead of talking nonsense to the two of them, she walked to the sewer entrance on the roadside, squatted down, and looked inside through the small fence.

Not sure what she was confirming, she quickly took off her gloves and pressed her white palms to the road.

A large amount of black mist rose from her body and flowed into the sewer like liquid. Her lips kept moving, chanting something.