I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 554 Sleeping Devil's Robe
Three days later, at midnight.

Wearing a blue-black robe, Morpheus flew down from the moonlight and landed in front of Harry like a misty cloud.

"Have you really decided?" Murphys frowned, "I reiterate that even in my prime, I am still no match for the Lord of Hell.

Except for the Creator who created him, Lucifer Morningstar is the most powerful existence in the entire universe.

If someone else sneaks into hell, even if he is discovered, I can protect him with face.

But you are different. You don't need to say more about your relationship with hell demons and Lucifer. You know it better yourself.

If you are identified by any demon, you will immediately fall into a desperate situation. "

"Have you noticed the difference in me?" Harry opened his arms and spun around in front of him with a smile.

Murphys observed carefully, the clothes were very ordinary, a black slim-fitting thick cotton dress like a nun's clothes, the appearance was indeed different, the skin seemed to be covered with a thick layer of powder, it was pale and pale, the lips were as black as night, and the teeth were thin. Bright dark red, like a mouthful of blood, the eyes are shining, purple light, or black?

The hair is also dyed black, and the ends of the hair are squirming greedily, like man-eating algae in the swamp of hell.
"What does that mean?" he wondered.

Harry stopped circling in disappointment, "You really don't hear what's going on outside the window."

Murphy's heart moved, "A few days ago, you summoned the hellish beast from the Lightless Sea? Is this what she looks like?"

"Can you scare the pee from the demon that peeped at my 'true face'?" Haley laughed.

"This kind of disguise can't fool the devil, the appearance is second, the important thing is—"

Murphys was stuck, and his indifferent expression was replaced by shock.

"The most important thing is breath." Harry said for him.

At this time, her aura instantly changed, life and vitality disappeared, and the extreme depravity and darkness made the nearby flowers and plants begin to wither.

"It seems that you don't really need my help." Murphys said slowly.

"Of course, it's always good to have an extra insurance." Harry said hastily.

In return for finding the sandbag of dreams for him, before the last parting, Murphys promised to do two things for her, one of which was to help her disguise her identity.

"This is the cloak of dreams." Murphys pulled up the hem of the seven or eight-meter-long robe he dragged on the ground with his left hand, and the nail of his right index finger flashed with stars, and he stroked lightly, "It's stabbed!"

A large piece of blue and black cloth came off the robe.

There are still jagged and broken marks on the mopping side, and because of mopping the ground, it is inevitable that it will be stained with dirt.

"It's just a rag," said Harry.

Morpheus handed her the rag, "Try wearing it on your body."

Harry took the rag, pinched one side with both hands, and shook it vigorously a few times, throwing away the dust and grass clippings on it, before putting it on his shoulders.

The robe on Murphy's body was long and wide. At this time, only a part of the hem was cut off, which was enough to become Harry's cloak.

The height of just over 1.7 meters is still half a palm long.

But the fabric is very irregular, it is a triangle, covering the body, one side is long and the other side is short.

Harry subconsciously wanted it to be neater, and it would be better if it was cut into a cloak.

The next moment, she let out a low cry, because the robe really turned into a neat cloak according to her idea.

She exclaimed, but it wasn't rags that turned into cloaks. She herself had a colorful cloud veil made by Hephaestus from the morning fog on the Alps, and it could also change its shape.

But this robe showed even more strange characteristics after she touched it spiritually: it turned into a black night, and the characteristics of the fabric could not be seen, and deep blue or dark red flames danced in the shadow of the robe.

Covered on her body, like Murphys, the hem is like a long skirt dragging the floor, and the wide sleeves are spread out like wings. Harley has a feeling that she can jump lightly into a wonderful world.

She spoke of her feelings.

Murphys said: "Its essence is a dream about clothing, which can hide its whereabouts and aura, and can also be transformed into clothes of any style and texture, satisfying everyone's ultimate dream of clothing.

But its greatest use is to help you enter the dream kingdom immediately.

Almost all living beings dream.

People dream, and demons also dream, and all dreams are connected to the dream kingdom.

If you are in danger, you can find a sleeping demon, let the cloak turn into an invisible and imperceptible dream, wrap you into the demon's dream, and then find the horn gate or the ivory gate through its dream.

Not even the Demon Lord can stop this process.

The only thing is, you have to find a sleeping hell creature, even a dog. "

Harry caressed the robe cherishingly, feeling very touched in his heart.

She didn't tell Murphys her hole cards at all, she only said that she wanted an item to help hide her identity.

With Murphys' ability, he can definitely find a cloak that only hides his identity.

He didn't, he paid more.

In addition to fulfilling his promise, he also put himself in her shoes and considered the biggest trouble of the trip - how to retreat.

If you succeed in rescuing Rachel, you will alarm the Sangongmo, and you need to retreat quickly; if you fail, you need to run away immediately.

He thought about it.

He also considered the devil's authority in hell.

If he is not a good person, then only a friend would be so considerate for a friend.

"Thank you." Harry said sincerely.

Murphys only nodded slightly, and asked again: "Do you know about the Horn Gate and the Ivory Gate?"

"Inside the Horn Gate is the true harbinger of the dream, and inside the Ivory Gate is full of absurdity." Harry said.

Murphys said lightly: "When you enter the demon's dreamland, first judge whether it is having a real dream or an absurd dream.

The basis for the judgment is also simple. A little devil dreams that he is powerful and shouts at Satan, he must be daydreaming.

If it dreams of everyday life that fits its identity, it may be a real omen.

In a real dream, you run with the wind, and you will not feel the air current; in an absurd dream, you run against the wind, and you can sense the existence of the wind.

If you go in the wrong direction, you may sink into the dreamland forever, and even I may not be able to find it. "

"You are the master of dreams, and you can't manage all the dream territories?" Harry asked in surprise.

Murphys was silent for a moment before saying: "This is different from the past, the first dream vortex of this era has appeared.

The dream vortex is the literal meaning, a vortex that devours dreams, like a black hole in the physical universe.

It can grow itself through devouring, and if it is left alone, it can eventually swallow the entire dream king and destroy the multiverse.

If you run around, run out of the dream boundary, at most get lost in endless dreams, one day I can find you back.

But if you crash into the vortex of dreams, no one can save you. "

"Uh"

Harry opened his mouth slightly, not too scared, but inexplicably embarrassed, "Why are there crises of annihilation everywhere?"

Murphy's eyes were like cold stars reflecting the dark pool water, looking a little indifferent, "What would the world be like if there were no dreams?"

"Sometimes without dreams, the quality of sleep will be better." Harry said truthfully.

Murphys said: "Only the dead don't dream. The high-quality sleep that mortals think is dreamless is actually approaching or entering the 'idle man's green space' in a dream.

It is a peaceful and beautiful place to recuperate and relax, a paradise in the kingdom of dreams. "

Harry's heart moved, thinking of an "old" past, "Nine years ago, a Gotham philanthropist died at the hands of thugs.

She sold her property during her lifetime just to support the dream of Africa. After her death, she seemed to have gone to the dream paradise, but she was stuck. "

"You mean Emily?" Murphys hardly thought about it.

"seems like it."

"She's not the only one stuck, because the 'Green Meadow of Idlers' ran away." Murphys sighed.

"What do you mean by running?" Harry asked inexplicably.

"The green grass is a conscious dream, and it is also one of my four great ministers." After a pause, he changed his words again: "Now with Rachel, there are five great ministers.

Taking advantage of my absence and no one to restrain me, the green grass turned into a human form and sneaked away to the world. "

Harley is in a trance like watching Journey to the West, but a piece of land, "Dream Paradise", can also go down to earth and become a demon?

"The idler's green space is so important to the dream, why don't the other vassals block it, or bring him back?"

Murphys was silent for a while, "The other three big ministers sneaked into the world decades earlier than him."

Harry's expression twisted slightly, "What's so good in the world?"

"When I find them, I will definitely ask." Murphys said.

"Not only to ask, but also to be severely punished." Harry rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "My friend Rachel won't be so dishonest, maybe she can take more responsibility."

"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Murphys looked indifferent.

"No, I'm sharing with you my experience of being the boss." Harry said seriously.

Murphys took out a small cloth bag from his arms—the dream sandbag, untied the rope, and a grain of golden sand floated out from the mouth of the bag, "Take it, at least in hell, you can hear what I hear instantly , seeing what I see can also lead you to Rachel."

This is Harley's second request: to listen to the negotiation between Murphys and Lucifer in real time, so as to find the right time to make a move.

That's a pretty rude request.

Although it is an established fact that Murphys negotiated with Lucifer, Harley also made him a target in fact.

"You really decided to ask Lucifer for a helmet?" She hesitated.

Rescuing Rachel is a wish she has buried in her heart, but she can't achieve it.

But now Murphys seems to be a good friend too, in case
"Last time I said that you and Lucifer must have conflicts, but I didn't tell you the reason." Harry said solemnly: "Now I confess to you that your behavior is tantamount to humiliating Lucifer.

According to the law of hell, any demon noble who has been humiliated must take revenge and make the other party suffer ten times more.

After three failures, the Demon Aristocrat will be punished instead of his enemy.

This is the "three shame substitute punishment" often said in hell.

If you get back your helmet alive, Lucifer's humiliation will become a fact.

He is so proud that he will never allow shame to become a reality.

Therefore, there is a high chance that you will not be able to get the helmet back, and it is even more likely that you will not be able to get back. "

Murphys frowned, "I sent a messenger, and now I am going to come to explain the reason in person. As the supreme being, I am impeccable in etiquette, and I have no malice towards him."

"Your etiquette and gratitude are taken for granted in front of the proud Lucifer.

It's like when a foreign heyday giant comes to Gotham and visits Quinn Manor with a gift.

I can't thank him enough for that, he only got the basic 60 points for his actions.

60 points, just enough to have a cup of tea with me, and it must be when I am in a good mood and have free time.

60 points want me to lose face and force my younger brother to hand over the treasure, but there is no way! "

(End of this chapter)