Lucifer Wrist flip.
The jet-black ancient sword burning with white flames of destruction did not stab Chu Men between the eyebrows, and the sword spine fell down.
Snap!
The sword blade hit First of the Fallen's blood-stained cheek hard.
"Lucifer... How dare you insult me?!"
First of the Fallen, who was stepped on by Chu Men, spit out two bloody broken teeth and roared at the top of his lungs.
"You can't even entertain a visitor in Palace of Ten Thousand Demons, so what's the use of keeping this head?"
Lucifer sheathed his sword, lifted up his shiny white leather shoe, and kicked First of the Fallen on the chin.
Bang!
The ten-meter-high ancient demonic body slid hundreds of meters against the obsidian ground, broke the bone fence at the corner of the palace, and tumbled into the bottomless sulfur cliff.
The half Beelzebub next to him shivered in fear, scratched the ground with his two severed hands, and tried his best to shrink into the rubble.
Constantine's eyes almost fell out after hiding behind the pillar.
He tugged at the skirt of Diana's battle armor, his voice trembling:
"Auntie, am I not dazzled? Lucifer kicked his own general into a trap?"
Diana didn't even look at him. He folded his hands in front of him and kept his eyes Lock-On on Chu Men's back.
The center of the main hall.
Lucifer patted the dust on his white trousers, raised his hands, and clapped slowly.
Snap, snap, snap.
Crisp applause echoed in the rain of blood.
"Wonderful."
Lucifer stopped three steps in front of Chu Men, looking up and down at Chu Men with his golden eyes.
"I originally thought that the person who could roll Asmodena into marbles would be at least an ancient god of chaos with eight hands."
"I didn't expect it to be a young man."
"Your white suit is not bad either."
Chu Men took his feet back from the ground and put his hands into his trouser pockets.
"She looks very much like the receptionist I saw at the hotel entrance in my previous life."
"The receptionist?"
Lucifer was stunned for a moment, then threw his head back and laughed.
The laughter shook Palace of Ten Thousand Demons's broken dome to pieces.
"Interesting! So interesting!"
Lucifer stopped laughing, put his right hand into the inner pocket of Tuxedo, and took out a moisturizing cigarette case made of pure gold.
He opened the lid of the box, took out two thick brown Cuban cigars, and handed one over.
"Special tribute to the royal family in Havana, I let the believers in the world keep this orphan for three hundred years."
"Taste it?"
Chu Men took the cigar, brought it to his nose and smelled it.
"It's better than the old cigarette made by that yellow-haired boy just now."
Chu Men put the cigar in the corner of his mouth and raised his right index finger.
Poof.
A cluster of Solar Golden Fire jumped up on the fingertips.
Chu Men lit his cigar and handed it to Lucifer with his fingertips.
Lucifer raised his eyebrows, leaned over, put the cigar in his mouth to the cluster of Solar Golden Fire that was enough to melt the godhead, and took a deep breath.
Gray-white smoke rose from between the two of them, forcing the falling blood rain back three feet.
"Your fire is so strong that it makes the root of my tongue numb."
Lucifer blew out a smoke ring, turned around, walked to a clean broken bone column next to the steps, sat down, and crossed his legs.
"Let me introduce myself, Lucifer·Morning Star, I am currently the property manager of this large garbage dump."
"Chu Men."
Chu Men blew out the smoke, grabbed an intact seat next to it, sat on it backwards, and put his arms on the back of the chair.
"Earth's new landlord."
"I heard about what you did on Earth."
Lucifer held his cigar between his fingers and pointed at the sinkhole above his head.
"Break the projection of Darkseid into pieces, and put collars on those vigilantes in tights and use them as dogs."
"To be honest, when I saw Clark crashing through the three-layer crystal wall just now, I almost dropped my wine glass."
"Why, are you feeling sorry for your floor?"
Chu Men flicked the cigarette ashes.
"No, I envy your management style."
Lucifer sighed, his golden eyes full of disgust.
"Look at these things under my hands."
He pointed at the half of Beelzebub that was still pretending to be dead in the crack of the stone.
"Everyone claims to be in the abyss Demon God. They only eat and sleep all day long, and their brains are full of maggots."
"Let them go to the human world to collect some souls. Either they will be chased away by a few magicians who draw circles, or they will fight for two epochs of internal strife over territory."
"I sit in Silver City every day and listen to their work reports. I am so bored that I want to fill up the whole Hell."
Chu Men nodded with deep sympathy.
"The world is as dark as idiots."
Chu Men exhaled a long puff of smoke and spoke in a casual tone.
"It's the same with those politicians in suits on Earth. The alien fleet is riding on their necks, and they are talking about votes and budgets in the air-raid shelter."
"I cleared their banks and rushed them to sort potatoes, and the world immediately became peaceful."
"Sort potatoes? For a bunch of presidents?"
Lucifer laughed so hard that his shoulders shook, and the cigarette ashes fell on the white Tuxedo without even caring.
"If I had known this trick would work, I should have captured those Heavenly Mountain birds who only sing hymns all day long and dug coal!"
"You don't know how hypocritical those guys with wings are."
Lucifer's face turned cold, he bit his cigar holder, and his voice contained a rage that had been suppressed for hundreds of millions of years.
"Speaking of kindness, charity, and order."
"Actually? It's just a dictatorial workshop where others don't stand and talk."
"As long as you don't follow the script he wrote and refuse to kneel under the steps and kiss his insteps, he will label you a rebel and throw you into this dark quagmire."
Chu Men narrowed his pure black eyes and looked at the cigar Mars in his hand.
"Sounds familiar."
"Where I used to stay, there was also a group of bosses who liked to paint big cakes."
"They say that we are a family, but then they turn around and want to drain your bone marrow and exchange it for money in their pockets."
"What happened next?"
Lucifer asked with interest.
"Later I changed my way of life."
Chu Men grinned and pressed the end of the cigar in his hand against the back of the black iron chair to crush it.
"Whoever dares to draw rules in front of me now, I will tear off his head and use it as a ball."
"The one named Darkseid just tried it once and is still repairing his broken chair in the four-dimensional space."
Lucifer stared at Chu Men for five seconds.
The hall was so quiet that only the sound of rain falling to the ground was heard.
"Happy."
Lucifer stood up and threw half of the cigar in his hand into the muddy water.
"I've been in this cage for so long that I almost forgot how to lift a table."
"Chu Men, your temper is very to my liking."
Chu Men raised an eyebrow and looked at him:
"So? The property manager is going to give me free admission?"
"Not only is the ticket free."
Lucifer opened his arms, and six pure white wings were fully stretched behind him, pointing towards the endless abyss territory around him.
"From the first floor to the ninth floor, you can take whatever minerals, demons, and souls you like."
"Even if you want to dismantle my Silver City and move it back to Gotham as a back garden, I will personally help you pack the truck."
Constantine, who was hiding far away, picked his ears and whispered:
"Crazy, this old boy is definitely holding back something bad..."