I want to have a date with Superman

"Although I can't leave Los Angeles, I can let my brother Salos join the witch hunting team.

In addition, I will introduce you to a new friend.

He is also an extra-dimensional demon, and his strength is not inferior to mine. "Belur said.

The second prince cheered up and asked, "Who is he?"

"The King of the Undead, Onyma Sinn."

The second prince thought for a moment and asked, "Is it the eldest of the septuplets known as the 'Seven Devils'?"

"Yes, that's him."

"Are they willing to join the witch hunting team? The seven brothers seem to have withdrawn from the group and have been busy exploring extraterrestrial affairs. They don't care about the earth at all." The second prince asked doubtfully.

"Hey, you think they don't want to hang out on Earth? But they are not as good as us in the business of seducing humans. They can't survive anymore, so they can only go to alien planets to 'work'.

I'll call Onyima over for you, and you can figure it out after you talk. "

Belur stood up and made a quick seal, his carrot-thick fingers as nimble as a loach in the water.

"Buzz——"

A two-meter-high pink magic circle appeared in front of him. The runes were beating rapidly among the five-pointed stars. The fierce spatial fluctuations caused transparent ripples like water waves to appear in the air nearby.

"Fake, my magic power is disappearing quickly. Onyma, where are you?"

Sweat beaded on Belur's forehead, and his gray-brown toad face turned pale.

"Belur?" A metallic voice came from the other side.

"It's me, come here quickly, I can't hold on anymore." Belur gasped.

"Why are you crazy?" Onyma on the opposite side asked in surprise: "I am now on the Senagan planet, more than a thousand light years away from the earth. How can I teleport there?"

"Shit! No wonder it takes so much effort." Belur cursed and quickly restrained his magic power. The giant pentagram space array shrank to the size of a bowl and floated three meters in the air.

It no longer transmits demons, but it can span more than a thousand light years and transmit instant messages.

After hearing Belur's purpose for finding her, Onyma hesitated and said: "Even though I have been staying in Senagan these years, I have heard about the notorious reputation of Witch Harley."

"Are you afraid of her?"

"I'm not afraid, but I am mainly developing alien business now. There is no need or reason to conflict with her." Onyima said.

"The souls of aliens are not as chewy as those of earthlings," the second prince said.

Onyima sighed: “Earthlings are indeed special, nutritious and delicious (ps).

But the ‘Seven Demons’ are unknown on earth, and few mortals believe in us.

Moreover, I am the King of the Undead and can only transform living people into undead puppets. I am not suitable to open a business or do business in the bustling metropolises of the earth.

Senagon is different, there are only seven of us brothers here.

The Senagon people, with their talent of infinite reincarnation of N metal, were restrained by my undead power, and they all worshiped me as God. "

The second prince said: "I don't have the skills to seduce humans, but I open a casino in Las Vegas, so I don't need any special skills."

Onyima said: “If I also go to Las Vegas to open a casino, will you allow it?

you will not.

There are things you can do, but we have no backing and lack of strength, so we can’t do it even if we want to. "

"If you help me this time, we can become friends and open a casino together, no problem." The second prince said.

Onyima thought for a while and said: "It's a very tempting proposal, but I'm really busy right now and I don't have time to get back to Earth.

Why don't you talk to my young brother Omani, who is guarding the territory of the 'Seven Demons' in hell. "

"also."

The second prince recruits troops, the more the better.

Belur stood up again and cast the summoning spell.

This time, the space teleportation was easily opened, and an eight-meter-tall silver metal man came out.

The appearance is the same as that of a human being, but it looks like an iron man made of stainless steel.

After hearing the second prince's complete plan, Iron Man Omani pondered: "The possibility of success seems to be very high."

The second prince smiled and said: "There is no risk even if it fails, the risk has been borne by Lei Xiaogu."

"I can join your hunting team, but you must find a few more helpers. Well, I will be a helper, not the main force." Iron Man said.

"The two demon kings are almost enough. We don't need to fight against the witch. The ancient imprisoning god formation is the key.

Trapping her, dragging her into hell, all the demons fighting, even God can't save her even when he comes. "Lei Xiao Ancient Road.

Iron Man glared at him and said, "What do you know? If it's just me and the second prince, if something unexpected happens, I have to deal with the witch alone. The risk is too great and I can't bear it."

"Why are you alone? The second prince is also a demon king and is stronger than you." Lei Xiaogu said.

"I speak frankly, don't mind." The steel giant said to the second prince first, and then said: "Last time, the eldest prince and the second prince brothers went into battle together. In the face of a small change, the second prince also ran away and killed his brother. Sold, I don’t think I’m better than the eldest prince.”

Raskov's red face alternated between red and black, and he looked at the iron man with a look that made him want to devour him.

The atmosphere was so awkward that even Lei Xiaogu didn't know how to smooth things over.

After a while, Beluer said: "Last time, Mammon, the King of Wealth, lost a lot of money by shorting the Tiantian Mountain Company. How about calling him? He must hate the witch to death."

The second prince put on an indifferent face, said nothing, and only nodded his head lightly.

"You brats are not qualified to cooperate with the Demon King. Go find my son."

Mammon never saw them and refused to communicate with them.

Belur looked helplessly at the second prince.

"Then find his son, the 'King of Conceit' Flatulence, who is also a demon king." Raskov sighed.

Flatulence is a four-meter-tall fat man. As the name suggests, he looks like a flatulent corpse, with pale skin and swollen body.

The sagging fat folds on her face covered her neck, her chest was fatter than a woman's, and her belly was bulging, like a pregnant woman who was ten months pregnant.

Fat face, fat breasts, and a big belly. His body seemed to be composed of these three fat and white organs. His hands and feet were as thin as hemp ropes.

“If you have a financial plan for the witch, you can call me.

But if you want a hand-to-hand fight, don't come to me. With my size, do I look like I can fight? "

The flatulence only separated into a consciousness, and the main body was still in the "Wall Street Hell".

Like Bellour's estate, he also demonized a section of Wall Street into a branch of hell.

The second prince's eyes flashed and he said: "Flatulence, I will tell you a piece of top-secret news about the stock market. How about you help me deal with the Witch Harley. Exchange of equal value and fair transaction?"

Flatulence narrowed his eyes and said: "Just tell me, if it is really valuable, my reward will not make you suffer."

"I want to destroy Gotham, destroy Manhattan and Wall Street, and the U.S. stock market is about to collapse." Raskov said solemnly.

"Shit, are you going to destroy Witch Harley in a way that destroys Gotham?"

Flatulence stood up suddenly, shook the fat on his face, and roared: "I won't allow it! You destroyed not only Gotham, but also my business and the hell soul currency system!"

"How do you say this?" Raskov asked doubtfully.

“The soul currency of our hell is tightly bound to the U.S. stock market. As the U.S. stock index rises, the wealth of the entire hell increases accordingly.

If the U.S. stock index falls, a large amount of our wealth will evaporate.

If the U.S. stock market crashes, all hell will break loose. " Flatulence said excitedly.

"I don't quite understand, what does the value of the soul have to do with the stock market?" Raskov said blankly.

"Are you really stupid or are you pretending to be stupid? The stock market is a barometer of the economy. The global economy includes the United States, China, the European Union, Neon and many other countries.

The human soul also has attributes. The soul that enters hell is the soul of the Catholic Church, the soul of the Muslim, and the soul of the Greek gods.

In terms of value, one dollar is not equal to one yen, and one hell soul is not equal to one neon underworld soul.

The economies of different countries are different and there is competition.

Souls belonging to different divine kingdoms also have differences in attributes and competition in value.

The soul is to the divine realm what gold is to the human kingdoms.

The God of Wealth is to each pantheon what the Minister of Finance is to the governments of various countries.

For example, the God of Wealth in Hell is my father, and the God of Wealth in the Olympics is Halliday.

Now, you understand? "

Raskov looked embarrassed and looked at Belur and Iron Man Omani beside him, "Do you understand?"

Belur nodded slightly, "Hell's soul market is tied to the U.S. economy. When the U.S. uses financial means to collect wealth from all over the world and the stock index skyrockets, Hell can also reap a lot of benefits from Muslim, Catholic, neon gods and other divine realms. ."

Omani shook his head vigorously, "Financiers who play with finance are the devil among humans, and financial demons who play with finance are the 'Witch Harley' among devils.

We seven brothers are self-aware and know that we can't beat them, so we just keep how much money (souls) we make in our stomachs.

No one can try to defraud us of the wealth we have accumulated through hard work. "

Flatulence said disdainfully: "Stupid, hell currency is tightly tied to the U.S. economy, and the U.S. has inflation every year. If your wealth cannot maintain a certain appreciation rate, it means you are losing money.

For example, the 100 souls you ate in your stomach today were enough to have fun in Succubus Night City for one night.

Next year, the prices of drinks and tickets in the city that never sleeps will double, so you can only enjoy yourself half the night. Doesn’t it mean that you have lost half the night? "

"This" the Iron Giant was stunned, "Why is it tied to the U.S. economy? Isn't it good to maintain a state of balance that neither rises nor falls?"

"Can the United States decouple from the American economy?" Flatulence asked rhetorically.

"Of course not, they are a whole."

"Isn't that right? We devils and Americans share weal and woe, sharing blessings and misfortunes."

Iron Man shook his head blankly, "I still don't quite understand."

"Hey, I'm in charge of Wall Street, the son of the Three Houses in Las Vegas is the boss, the demons are dancing in Los Angeles, and Washington. After all, there are ten levels of hell, nine levels are in Limbo, and one level is in the human world - the United States is the negative level of hell. Ah!" Flatulence sighed.

Iron Man was still thinking, and the Second Prince said: "You are an expert in Hell's finance. Did you know in advance that the U.S. stock market would fall into great turmoil due to the destruction of Gotham, and there was no way to avoid the collapse of Hell's Soul Currency?"

"Hmm" Flatulence touched his fat chin that hung down to his chest and said thoughtfully: "If from now on, we quietly short-sell U.S. stocks at high levels, switch to Catholicism, Buddhism or Muslims, and then U.S. stocks collapse, and then harvest at low prices, we may still make a lot of money. One stroke.

Then, the money earned from harvesting will be used to purchase some high-quality assets and expand the asset reserves of hell, thereby promoting the rapid and stable appreciation of hell currency, and the entire hell will fall into a carnival of "money falling from the sky". "

"If you are so promising, join us." Raskov said excitedly.

"The question is, are you sure your plan can succeed?" Flatty asked.

"Of course, destroying Gotham is only a guaranteed result, and the chance of killing the witch is also extremely high."

Then, the second prince repeated the AB series plan again.

Flatulence's heart pounded, "It's extremely feasible, just a little bit, destroying Gotham, and indirectly causing the US stock market to collapse. The impact is too great, I have to talk to Nergal first."

"There is just a human-demon Duke, why should we talk to him?" the second prince frowned.

"It's true that he is a Duke, but he is also the person in charge of the incident of the coming of the Holy Son. And your action of hunting down the witch happened to be on the eve of the coming of the Holy Son. I have to ensure that the overall situation is not affected." Flatulence said in a deep voice.

(PS: The souls of people on earth are chewy. This is not an illusion of the devils. When the world was first created, the goddess Papetua deliberately gave the earth more special energy so that life on earth would have greater potential.)