Martin Variety in American Comics

"Are you boring?"

Murphus didn't pick him up with him, and ridiculed: "Of course you are not a kindergarten teacher, and he and he are not to fight for a few sugar? How can you apologize and reveal it all?"

"Is this between the two of you? Is it more than the category of children fighting for children in kindergarten?"

Martin talked hard: "It's not enough to apologize, what else do you want? Is it necessary to play a way to solve this matter naive?"

"Don't forget, the Earth has not been the tolerance of your two battlefields."

"I, he ..."

Murphus is a good person. Although it is stubborn, he will not be strong.

The incident tens of thousands of years ago, although it was really intolerable at the time, the time was smooth.

He also knew that the key to those things was not the challenge of Lucifer. Even if there was no Lucifer, the last two would make trouble.

"Forget it, look at Martin's face, I will not care about those things in the past."

Murphus and Lucifer are a state of no one who can't. Although there are often frictions for many years, they finally stopped with a tie.

The last two did not want to see each other again. This time, Martin, a special person, did a good thing, and finally sold out the past things.

However, Martin knows the expression of the two of them, and the two will have new frictions and contradictions in the future.

But this will not be returned to Martin.

He is not a kind of kindergarten teacher, he can't control what they want to do.

"The private affairs are finished, let's talk about it now."

Martin took his hand to resolve the contradiction between the two, and said to Lucifer: "We really need to know the whereabouts of the demon. We must find the helmet back as soon as possible to change the current situation of the decline of dreams."

He completely took these things, and did not mention Murphy's irritability.

Lucif blinked to Martin, maybe he knew what, but didn't say it.

He was in a good mood. He took a whistle and retracted the wine glass and sorted out the bar, so he said to the two: "These are small things, and I hate those damn demons. I will not only tell you the position of the other party, but also help you to take you to take you He brought it to this bar. "

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

Whether it is the soul of tortured, or the violent demon, or the king of hell that looks high, they must endure their pain in hell.

The pleasure obtained from perverted measures cannot make up for the torture brought by hell itself.

Therefore, no matter what kind of devil from childhood, no matter what kind of devil, he wants to get out of hell and run to the world to enjoy the blessing, instead of sinking into hell and suffering.

As the manager of this big prison, Lucifer's law of hell itself cannot take effect on it, but this behavior itself is already a punishment for him.

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

Murphus deliberately reminded: "You'd better find a way to deal with things in hell."

"What is the good handling of the things in hell?"

Lucifer thought of the following place, and wanted to vomit.

"I seal the hell with a throne. Those bastards can now only kill each other in hell, and slowly become a pool of mud."

Lucifer really didn't know why his brother's brother had to force himself to return to hell.

Obviously he can't go back, the effect is the same.

"No?"

Murphus questioned: "I can listen to Martin said that your falling brothers are very unstable. Some time ago, there was one in Los Angeles, and something happened."

Lucif was lazy to debate with him, pulled his face, and asked coldly: "Do you want me to help?"

What else does Murphy want to say? Martin stabbed his fingers and closed his mouth.

Murphus no longer said much, and Lucifer didn't chase it.

He took out a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet.

He hit a finger that the cork at the bottle flew automatically flew into the trash can, exuding a sour taste.

Martin didn't like drinking. Although he had been to many wineries, he had passed and had no place in his head.

Fortunately, Lucifer didn't want to invite them to drink. He walked to the center of the dance floor with the bottle of red wine, and greeted Martin and Moffis approaching himself, and then dumped a pot of pots.

Soon the bottle was empty, and the dark red wine covered the bottom of the porcelain basin, forming a plane without waves.

Lucifa stretched out his right index finger and gently breathed his breath, and his fingertips burned the hell fire with sulfur flavor.

"I caught that guy from hell now, but how do you think about how to deal with him?"

Murphus looked at Martin, Martin nodded, and said confidently, "Rest assured, this is a matter of myself."

Lucif fingers, the hell fire at the fingertips fell into the wine, forming a more violent fire, turning the door to hell.

He stretched out his hand to cross the door of the hell fire. Originally, the hands of ordinary people became larger than the mountains in hell, and began to find that demon.

"Although I know you must be familiar with the devil, I still want to remind you that those asshole gathered cunning and treacherous, he will never carry the artifacts like helmets with you."

Martin laughed mysteriously: "Those who chase interests are always devoured by greater interests. I have something here, and he cannot refuse."

Having said that, he combined his hands, a strong black light bloomed from his fingertips, turned into a thick shadow, and covered the surroundings.

Immediately, he opened his hands, and a black Anka Seal suspended in his palm, exuding a cold that neither Lucifer and Murphy could not ignore.

"It turned out to be the power of death. I really didn't expect you to have a relationship with her."

Lucifer looked at Martin, which was really surprised.

Martin explained: "People with this symbol can escape the ending of death."

Lucifer nodded: "This is indeed a treasure that even the demon can't refuse. They can't exist forever like me."

There is also a difference between the devil and the devil.

"It's just that you are sure to send such treasures, will you not let death?"

Martin shook his head: "I don't like gambling. This thing is just a bait. He can't spit it out in the mouth of the other person."

"After a while, I will irritate each other, cut off his retreat, and install it with Murphy to siege him. Then you come out again, act as a peacemaker, and organize a duel competition."

"Good plan."

Although Martin did not tell many specific details, Lucifer instantly understood how the plan should be turned.

This is indeed not a gambling game, but a pig -killing plate, the purpose is to let the other person actively hand over the helmet.

"Find it!"

Lucifer grabbed it, and soon locked the target. When he raised his hand, he dragged a black shadow out of the hell fire and fell on the floor fiercely.

Martin's eyes were always staring at what was caught from the flames. It was a very ordinary demon. He bent over the camel back with a tumor on his head and wore a dirty suit.

When I saw Lucifer's moment, the ordinary devil's mouth screamed, and he kneeling on the ground, and his body trembled.

This is not because the devils are respectful to the king of hell, but after Lucifer fell into the sky, the pair of wings were still white, and the light of heaven was still shrouded in the son of this morning star.

Not to mention ordinary devil, even if the devil can't hold the baptism of the Holy Light in front of Lucifer.

Of course, this devil is not a special existence, it is a ordinary little devil.

However, this can also be understood that the little wife who escaped by Rodrick was just an ordinary person. There were actually three artifacts in hand, but they didn't know how to use it, so the summoned demons would not have a special existence.

It's just that Martin was surprised. The other party got Murphy's helmet for so many years, and it seemed that it didn't seem to have changed, or did he say that he had mixed than now?

Martin did not excessively investigate the problem, and he looked at Lucifer and Murphy.

Lucif took a few steps back and put away the holy light, and the suppressed demon jumped up immediately.

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Before waiting for his breath, he saw another mortal and the dream of the dream. He rushed to himself.

The devil in my heart shouted, "Wait, the dream domains, your helmet is still in my hands, and I have been hidden in a special place. If you kill me, you will never find your own. The helmet "

"It doesn't matter, no one can find the best, so I don't have to worry about their strength being abused."

Murphy said with expressionless lines prepared in advance, and with the cold temperament of his naturalness, the credibility rose.

"Damn a tendon!"

The devil scolded in his heart, using various magic around him, but was brushed by the yellow sand of the dream, all the magic related to venom became dust.

Seeing that his little life would be guaranteed, this demon was helpless, and he jumped into Lucifer beside him.

"My great master, please save me. Everything I do strictly abides by the rules of hell, and there are no targets to deceive the transaction. They can't treat me like this."

Although the demon shouted was screaming, what he said made people laugh.

The only rule in hell is to do whatever means. In the past, when they were deceiving, they did not do it. Now they suffer, and they start to pay attention to fairness.

This standard is too flexible.

But ridicule, this result is indeed what Martin wants to see.

"Two, stop now!"

Lucifer stood out in time, opened a pair of white wings behind him, waved forward, exuding a bright white light, blocking those rolling yellow sand.

Murphus did not compete at a critical moment. She put away the yellow sand in cooperation and made a anger and said, "Lucifer, your people snatched my helmet, my power could not be recovered. Can you have a good dream? "

"Oh, the devil in hell does not need to dream."

Lucifer looked light and light, and he was running a dragon. Of course, he was not very careless.

"However, even if you kill this guy, what's the point? He hides the helmet, and you still can't find it.

In this way, we use traditional ways to solve this problem, that is, duel. I'm here to make a referee, do you have no opinion? "

"Of course it doesn't matter."

Morpheus spread his hands, looking like you can do whatever you want.

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

Now, he had no choice but to crawl at Lucifer's feet and humbly beg: "Great master, I completely followed..."

"Enough, what's the point of you saying this now?"

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

He was not always like this. When he deceived mortals to sign with him, he had a different face.

"If you hadn't come to me, I wouldn't bother to care about this matter. I have arranged a duel for you, and I have done my best."

Lucifer talked nonsense casually, and the deceived demon was stunned, and he didn't even have the ability to think normally.

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

The demon was in a trance, fighting fiercely 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 let them give the same generous bet."

"Okay!"

The demon 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 good.

As for the bet, just give something to fool him at that time.

This demon is still thinking about how to fool this matter, and he didn't pay attention to those unreasonable details.

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

He still had to maintain the persona of an ordinary person, so of course he couldn't take out such a precious thing.

Morpheus showed the Ankh symbol, and the strong breath of death instantly attracted the attention of the demon.

When he introduced the characteristics of this symbol, the demon's eyes were straight, and drooling from his mouth.

"This thing is much better than Morpheus's helmet. The broken helmet has no other function except to make people dream."

The devil was tired of the old and liked the new, and instantly devalued the helmet.

He used his unique magic to take out Morpheus's helmet from the void and handed it to Lucifer to keep the prop as a referee.

Lucifer took the helmet and made a throat-cutting gesture to Martin, meaning that he should kill this guy now and not waste his energy on a duel with a predetermined outcome.

"I want to challenge him!"

Before Martin made a decision, the devil shouted loudly.

"Okay!"

Martin made a decision and decided to fight him.

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