Chapter 438 The final destination of the financier
The ninth level of hell, the fourth ring, the ring of Judas.
The world is a dark gray, and the ice that freezes to the bone is the only scenery here.
In the deepest part of the Ring of Judas, stands an icy mountain peak 100,000 feet high.
The throne of Satan Lucifer is on the top of the lonely mountain.
At the foot of the mountain, there is an ice prison that seals countless sinful souls and demons who violate the laws of hell.
"You are right to refuse Raskov's invitation. I have seen through him. That bastard is greedy for life and afraid of death. He is timid before fighting and cannot be trusted at all.
If he was willing to fight tooth and nail last time, he might not be able to cooperate with me and take down Witch Harley by force.
That Dark Knight is not Superman at all, and his physical strength is not as good as mine.
It's a pity that I have all the power and wealth on Wall Street, I am proud and full of ambitions, why am I fooled by that coward when my brain is hot?
Now I am in prison, with no food or water, and it is freezing cold. It is so miserable.
What's even more frightening is my future, I'm afraid I have no future." Flatulence sighed sadly.
In the ice cage next door, Nergal huddled up into a ball and huddled in the corner, but his face was still black and blue from the cold and he was shivering.
"Don't worry, Mr. Flatulence. Your father is the King of Wealth, His Majesty Satan's Minister of Munitions, and Minister of Finance. With his help in making connections, you can always save your life."
Flatulence shook his head and said: "You don't understand, the trap I poked this time is too big. After Christmas, the U.S. stock market rose instead of falling, the soul currency system of hell collapsed, and all the demon kings and demon kings suffered heavy losses. I'm afraid my father also took advantage of it.
Can’t live”
"Oh, you still have your father running around, so I'm really in big trouble this time." Nergal said bitterly.
Flatulence comforted him: "Satan is the most important person. You have only been tricked once by Constantine. As long as you can show your ability to take revenge, he will definitely give you two more chances."
"I hope so," Nergal murmured: "A few days ago, we were sitting by the warm and comfortable indoor swimming pool in Belur, drinking, thinking about getting the Son and the Witch at the same time, double happiness, a bright future, and promotion to a noble position.
A few days later, we huddled in a cold and hard ice cell, were dismissed from our jobs and lost our titles, and our lives were in fear.
I really want to imitate those rhyming monsters and recite a poem loudly to express the complex emotions at this moment.
Well, right and wrong, success and failure turn out to be empty, and the waves wash away all the heroes."
"Flat, Nergal, come with us!"
Suddenly, there was a flash of white light outside, and pain and joy appeared side by side outside the prison door.
Nergal quickly ran to the door and asked repeatedly: "Are we going to be judged now? Is His Majesty Satan himself the judge?"
Pain and joy each shot out an iron thorn, tied the two prisoners into rice dumplings, and quickly flew to the top of the mountain without saying a word.
Lucifer sat on the throne, holding his chin with his right hand, looking blankly in an empty direction.
In addition to Satan, there are four demons: Beelzebub in the form of a giant fly, Belial with hundreds of mouths pieced together into a human form, Mammon like a mountain of flesh, and the demon prince Etrigan squatting under Lucifer's royal family.
When Flatty saw his father, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing that there were only a few people, Nergal breathed a sigh of relief.
Mammon must have come here because of flatulence. Etrigan is the commander of the Satan Guard and the vanguard of Lucifer. It is normal for him to appear here. Therefore, the only ones who really came to judge him were Lucifer and the other two His Majesty.
If it were a public trial, Nergal would still be worried that he would become a means to appease public anger. Since it was a private trial, he would most likely not be brought out to establish his power.
Thinking of this, Nergal knelt on the ground and said urgently: "Your majesties, I really have the ability to take revenge on Constantine. He has the origin of my essence and blood in his body. You all understand what this means.
I am his creditor!
The creditor takes the initiative and is in an absolutely advantageous position. As long as there is no external interference, it is easy to deal with the debtor.
This itself is a law of the universe.
Even if you don’t believe in me, you should still believe in the laws that have been operating for countless millions of years!”
"It's true. Constantine's blood flows in his body, so Saint Mary was defiled." Beelzebub, the Lord of the Flies, said.
"Nergal, you have one chance left. Either capture Constantine's soul, or go to the ice purgatory below to suffer for a hundred thousand years."
Lucifer said nothing nonsense and directly stated the outcome of the trial.
With a tremble of pain, the chain wrapped around Nergal's body was untied.
Nergal's hands and feet were a little numb as he moved, and he asked doubtfully: "Your Majesty, I remember that Constantine only lied to me once, why is there only one chance left?"
The King of Lies said coldly: "Constantine used his soul as bait to lead the witch Harley to your lair, killing hundreds of demons, and even the pain and joy clones were brutally humiliated. Shouldn't this be counted as once?"
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Nergal argued: "But I was defeated and humiliated by the witch.
According to the latest laws of hell, defeat at the hands of the witch is not humiliation, but glory.
Not only are losers not punished, they are also rewarded.
For example, Raskov, the son of the Three Palace Demons.
Last time, he almost destroyed the entire witch hunting team, and also killed a noble demon king.
But His Majesty the Lord of the Flies rewarded him with an artifact-level fishing net, and also gave him a promotion and a raise in the Eternal Punishment Legion."
His lungs were filled with flatulence, "Your Majesty, I want to report to you that Raskov escaped from the battlefield and betrayed his allies, which is the main culprit that caused the failure of the witch hunting operation."
"Pa!" Mammon slapped her son on the back of the head, knocking him staggering.
"You are a man of heinous sins. Just stay here and wait until His Majesty judges you and asks you to speak. Then you can speak."
Belial, the King of Lies, said calmly: "Taking the initiative to challenge the witch, even if you fail, is still an honor.
Raskov actively ran around to find heroes from hell to form a witch hunting alliance.
This kind of heroic behavior despite repeated defeats and without fear of sacrifice deserves commendation.
But you were designed by Constantine to let the witch find her lair. You are stupid and cowardly, and you will be punished but not rewarded.
And you have to understand that the purpose of canceling the "Three Humiliation Punishments" for witches in the new devil's law is to relieve the devil warriors from worries and encourage you to take the initiative to attack.
Only if you take the initiative to attack, there will be no punishment if you fail."
Nergal opened his mouth, sighed helplessly, and accepted the result.
It's the turn of the flatulence.
He first complained: "Your Majesty, I want to report Raskov, he is taking advantage of the loopholes in the new rules to get stuck!
He is indeed running actively, but he is looking for scapegoats everywhere. He has been defeated repeatedly, tricking a wave of teammates to death, reaping the rewards of hell, and continuing to trick the next wave.
It is others who are unlucky, and he only gets benefits.
I seriously suspect that he is an undercover agent of the Witch Harley, specifically bringing his teammates to kill her."
Lucifer said: "We have already made a conclusion about Raskov. He is a warrior and the most determined enemy of the witch."
Are you smart?!
Flatulence makes me want to roar loudly like this.
But he didn't dare.
"Raskov doesn't dare to fight the witch at all, so why can't he be considered a warrior?"
"Why didn't we fight? Last time, didn't he persist until the Black Warrior appeared and confirmed that the hunting team had fallen into the witch's trap before escaping?" Lucifer said.
Flatulence said excitedly: "But I didn't run away, I was still at odds with the Black Warrior. If he helps, the two of us can definitely defeat the Black Warrior together.
It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a coward for this kind of behavior that harms his comrades and misses the opportunity to fight. Why is Your Majesty so tolerant of him?"
"It's not that I'm going easy on him, Raskov is sick."
"What disease?"
Lucifer said with great interest: "Frightened bird syndrome is a mental illness. In his early years, his heart was torn out alive by the witch Harley, and the new heart was cast a shadow of fear.
After that, he was tricked by the witch many times. Not only did the shadow not disappear, but it became more serious.
Therefore, he is extremely keen and sensitive to the witch's trap. Once he is sure that he has fallen into the witch's trap, he will run away uncontrollably.
A patient who is afraid of witches. Every time he fails, his inner demons get worse, but he never gives up trying to challenge his inner demons. What kind of courage is this?"
Flatulence groaned: "He is lying and making excuses for his cowardice."
"This is a conclusion reached by many psychological experts from ancient and modern times at home and abroad after examination." Lucifer smiled.
"Isn't it illegal for a mentally ill man to trap his comrades?" Flatulence shouted excitedly.
"Idiot, in hell, cheating and betraying comrades are the recognized advantages of demons. Of course it is not illegal." Mammon cursed.
Lucifer said: "If you want the Eternal Punishment Legion to maintain its combat effectiveness, of course you need the team to have cohesion.
But what makes comrades work together, work together, and be brave without fear of death is never based on friendship, morality, or noble consciousness, but on coercion, inducement, and full of calculations.
For example, if we, the devil king, want to deal with the witch, we will use rewards to tempt you and punish you to force you.
It's a shame that you've been a demon for tens of millions of years, and you haven't even understood the basic humanities of hell.
Or is it that, after spending hundreds of years in the human world, you have acquired bad habits such as attaching importance to human feelings, ideals and dreams?"
I was stunned for a moment, unable to refute.
Thinking about it more carefully, what Raskov did seems to be extremely consistent with the devil's moral code.
Didn't he just trick them into filling the witch's death pit and escape without any loss?
"I was wrong," he said with his head hanging down, his face no longer showing dissatisfaction and anger, "Raskov was not wrong, it was me who was wrong."
"Recognizing your mistakes can greatly improve things!" Mammon showed a flattering smile to several demon kings, "He has repented, should we give him another chance?
He finally fought until the last moment, and his courageous spirit was still there."
"Mammon, the sin of flatulence, has nothing to do with the battle process and results, and the soul currency system of hell collapsed.
Hell has suffered heavy losses, and countless souls have flowed from our treasure house into the pockets of the gods.
Not only did we suffer heavy losses, we also became a laughing stock in the eyes of the gods.
I am fully responsible for the flatulence!" the King of Lies said coldly.
Mammon asked: "How to take responsibility? Why not let him join the vanguard of the Eternal Punishment Legion and atone for his sins with military merit?"
Lucifer smiled and said: "Generally speaking, if people who play finance fail in their speculation, what will be the outcome?"
Mamen's face turned pale and she murmured: "Go to the rooftop."
"Hehehe, let Flatulence go for a walk on the rooftop. I haven't seen a demon jumping on the rooftop yet." Lucifer said expectantly.
Mammon's heart skipped a beat, and she had a bad premonition, but she still forced a smile and kicked her son, cursing: "It's still not good, thank you, His Majesty Satan, for your magnanimity.
Well, there is no higher mountain in hell than Throne Peak.
You’re going to jump out of here later, and you’re not allowed to use magic, okay?”
Lucifer tilted his head, looked at Flatulence with a happy face, and said with a smile: "You can jump from here, but"
He stretched out his hand and drew a circle, and a scene familiar to all the demons immediately appeared in the air on the edge of the cliff.
"Indian Hill, Quinn Manor?" Flatulence exclaimed.
Lucifer nodded, "From now on, there is a new punishment platform in hell, and the final destination is the home of the witch Harley.
Life or death depends on your fate.
Well, it can also let us watch the fun."
Flatulence's face turned pale, and he looked at his father pleadingly, and said tremblingly: "Dad, how about you dance with me? By the way, I have several younger brothers. We, father and son, may not be able to kill the witch if we work together."