The air is very sweet.
But it's so sweet that it reminds me of the rotten Holy Wafer.
The moment depicting the reversal of the Bible's cage rising slowly from the ground.
The originally bright living room suddenly became dim - the light scattered like a flock of frightened birds, as if every ray was unwilling to shine on the figure in the cage.
The entire space seemed to be slowly tightened by an invisible hand, and the light was no longer a shelter, but a betrayer - it once symbolized the sacred,
Now it can only reflect the gradually corrupting existence in the cage.
"Did this Angels offend you, and then you contaminated him in some way?" Ian stopped exploring when his fingertips were still three inches away from the transparent cage.
The main reason is because Angels in the cage looks like it is contaminated with something Filth Disease.
"It's not what I did, it's what he did. You'd better not watch for too long." Crowley's voice came from behind, with the mellow tone of whiskey.
"That thing is contagious, and Angels and Demons are not immune to it." Crowley puffed away at the cigar, and the smoke around him seemed to help him isolate himself from pollution.
This high-level Demons loves power very much and is extremely cautious. He has in-depth research and obsession with magic and mysticism, so he obviously knows how to isolate pollution.
"It's okay, I like eyes on my body, but I can't grow them myself." Ian didn't look back. His eyes were attracted by Angels's form, which was an extremely decayed and twisted form.
Only seen.
In the cage, Angels was floating quietly, his eyes closed tightly, and his body was fixed in the air by invisible force. His skin was as black as mud, and something was vaguely moving slowly under the skin.
It seems like countless tiny living creatures are constantly swimming around in the flesh and blood.
Angels's wings have long since decayed and withered.
Feathers fall off.
The joints of the wings were bulging with unnatural lumps, one after another, and they were also filled with a green pus that should smell bad, but was isolated by the cage so it couldn't be smelled.
It's more than that.
Angels also had a small crack under his collarbone - it was not a wound, but more like some kind of new organ, opening and closing with his breathing.
Exuding broken light like stardust.
It's like a mouth that sucks in air.
"This is not just Angels, it has become Plague Angel." Even with Ian's aesthetics, my scalp feels numb, and I don't even want to stay too close to Black Angel.
He took a few steps back.
A bronze chandelier hangs from the ceiling. The light is dim and weak, shining around the transparent cage where Angels is imprisoned, shrouding the entire space in a sickly light and shadow.
The strangest thing is Angels's forehead. The place where the sacred runes should have been inlaid is now covered with a film-like substance, and countless small words can be faintly seen flowing under the film.
That's not heaven Enochian.
Nor is it the writing of any known civilization.
Those twisted symbols will change their structure according to the observer's line of sight. When Ian moves the angle slightly, you can actually see that they form countless eyeball shapes that are constantly twisting.
This moment.
Ian feels like he's enlightened.
He recalled the strange picture that Dream God Morpheus drew on his notebook when he rescued him, and it was probably because he had never been able to find the [notebook] Dream God mentioned.
Of course.
There is also Lady Death who is ashamed to see him. When he last appeared in front of him, he mentioned that "the protection of the supreme power can prevent them from detecting the invasion".
The clues are connected one by one.
It also made Ian feel that he had touched the answer.
"This Angels was contaminated by Cthulhu of Outer Universe level." Ian doesn't know if Crowley knows about Outer Universe,
He looked back at King of Demons behind him,
Yes.
The name Crowley had already given Ian the information he wanted.
Like his adoptive father, this guy is a character in <Supernatural>, and may also be a Outer Universe thing, but he is the kind of fusion that is friendly and accepted by DC Universe.
King of Demons Crowley.
He was originally a tailor in Scotland Cannisbay in the 17th century. In order to make his little brother grow taller and fatter, he sold his soul to Demons. His mother was a witch, so she taught him a lot of magic.
This also gave him the foundation to become King of Demons.
In the American TV series <Supernatural>, Crowley did play a role as King of Hell. Although it was very watery, Demons at the crossroads Among the group, he can indeed be regarded as a King of Demons-level powerhouse. As the king of Crossroads Demon, he is obsessed with "contract games" and likes to use carefully designed terms to harm humans and similar people.
Of course.
Demons at the crossroads is different from most Demons. Crowley is not too keen on killing and other bad things. Like his own tribe, he only likes to make transactions.
"This is what I call a 'good show' - Heaven is going to put on a wonderful plot." Crowley continued to shake the wine glass in his hand, and the amber liquid left sticky traces on the wall of the glass.
"I call this the Book of Revelation Special Edition. As long as I am in the human world, I will have the best front row seat to watch the show." He said his true purpose of coming to the human world.
His tone was full of schadenfreude.
Regarding the Outer Universe invasion mentioned by Ian, this King of Demons did not show any confusion. It can be seen that anyone with some ability has actually already known about the invasion.
"Well, could you not just watch the show, but also consider invading the Earth, committing crimes, misbehaving, being evil, causing trouble and being lawless?"
Ian's golden pupils stared to the side, towards the moving oil painting on the wall - the Hell scenery in the painting, which was changing seasons with the tapping rhythm of Crowley's fingers.
He was still thinking about this gorgeous manor.
Even if it currently contains a dirty object.
It still hasn't affected the boy's love for it.
His golden pupils sparkled in the dim light.
"Huh? I thought we had skipped this step." Crowley paused while adding ice to the glass, and the ice cubes made a crisp collision sound in the amber liquid.
"Destruction world or something, I really am not the kind of person who has no pursuit Demons." He spit the olive pit into the gold-plated ashtray, and the olive pit made a crisp "ding" sound.
This guy has some taste in food and wine.
I rinsed my mouth.
Crowley looked at Ian again.
The tone is serious.
"Actually, there is no script that Lucifer wants to arrange for me. I have no interest in causing harm to the human world. In my opinion, the human world is not a good place."
"Not only do we not have the beautiful scenery in Hell, but the human world is quite dangerous and it is not a place that we can invade if we have the chance. Do you think I look like the kind of Demons who is unintelligent and arrogant?"
Crowley sighed gracefully.
This action makes him look more like a human stockbroker than King of Demons.
"You can be." Ian said sincerely.
"But I don't want to be."
Crowley put down the wine glass, and the bottom of the glass collided with the coffee table, making a crisp sound, "I can use Constantine to trap this Angels,
It already shows that I am smart enough."
His firm attitude made Ian very regretful. Ian slumped his shoulders in disappointment. This action made him look like a poor guy who played lottery but didn't win a dime.
Staring at the boy's expression.
Crowley smiled slightly and tapped the armrest of the sofa with his fingers, "I have investigated you and I know what you want to do. You want to be a superhero in the world and unite the faith of mankind."
"This is a very good disguise and choice. If I do anything, you will gain the reputation of saving the world." I don't know what Ian is in Crowley's heart.
However, he does know enough about some operations of Ian.
However.
In fact, Ian's intention of wanting him to do something wrong is not so complicated.
"No, I just want this manor that is great everywhere." Ian blinked, then shook his head honestly, unabashedly expressing his innocent thoughts.
As soon as these words came out.
Crowley's expression was obviously confused.
"????"
King of Demons's expression froze on his face.
There was silence for three seconds in the living room.
"Do you want to get this manor? Okay, then I will give it to you directly as my apology." Crowley put down the wine glass in his hand and made a very decisive decision.
I saw him clapping his hands in the air.
A well-dressed Demons immediately emerged from the shadows.
"Put this manor in the name of this little brother, and change the contracts of gardeners and other personnel so that their allegiance will also change to this little brother."
Crowley gave instructions to Demons who was wearing human skin. The taciturn Demon Butler nodded. He glanced at Ian, turned around and disappeared into the shadows again.
Just then.
Bone Piano suddenly emitted a series of harsh notes.
"Crowley."
The hoarse sound coming from under the keys is the talking piano expressing its opinion, "How can you manage Hell well if you are so cowardly?"
Bone Piano's voice was full of sarcasm.
"Haha."
Crowley glanced at the old grand piano, and said in a calm tone that did not allow for refutation, "You are his now, so it is not a wise choice to continue to ignite the situation."
Regarding this.
Bone Piano sneered.
"I have my own backbone! I'm different from you!"
The voice fell.
It also played a sharp note.
"Can you play the piano by yourself?"
Ian looked at this piano thoughtfully.
"Heh."
Crowley ignored Bone Piano, but turned to Ian to say something.
"You see, this is the disadvantage of old antiques who don't know how to use the Internet. It's different for people like me who follow trends. I spent ten minutes on the Internet to understand what kind of person you are."
"This is much more useful than the inefficient divination." As he said that, he fumbled around on the sofa and showed off his tablet computer.
Not just the latest models.
It is also the flagship brand machine of Wayne Enterprises.
"Uh Ian saw this.
Somewhat confused.
He had never seen such a troublesome Demons in his life. The guy in front of him was much scarier than those Demonss who were clamoring to kill his parents.
"If you keep giving me things like this, you will become my uncle Crowley."
Ian doesn't want to sigh, but who knows that Demons's methods are so vicious? He is truly worthy of King of Demons. As a fourteen-year-old boy, it is normal for him to be unable to resist such a presence.
"I very much hope that we can always maintain this friendly relationship." Crowley smiled like a businessman who had just completed a big business,
Demons at their intersection has such a temperament.
Crossroads Demon is a special group of Demons, which can indeed be regarded as businessmen in Hell. They are characterized by red eyes, often appear as beautiful women, and can satisfy any human wish, but will charge a very expensive price. The transaction period is generally ten years, after which Hellhound will drag the soul of the trader into Hell.
Tell the truth.
That is to say, Crowley didn't take out the contract, otherwise Ian would have signed it instantly. He had been looking for the entrance to Hell for a long time. Not only the magic circle, Ian also remembered that he promised his father to build a prison in Hell.
The memory of the previous conversation with my father is "already" blurry. Anyway, Ian now remembers that he must have promised this, and he must not take his father's promise to heart.
"I'm so embarrassed that you did this."
Ian sighed.
Also very confused.
He killed the other party's son.
It can't be that his son is also on an invasion mission from "the boss", right?
How ridiculous!
This hatred must be buried deep in the other party's heart, and then the other party will wait for an opportunity to retaliate! King of Demons Crowley seems not to be aware of the expectations and speculations in Ian's heart.
"Actually, this kind of thing can only be worth it or not. In the case where it is worth it, no one understands the world better than Demons." Crowley also seems quite frank.
Ian also raised his eyebrows when he saw this.
This action made him look more mature than his actual age for at least three seconds.
"I also have a book, a Trash Can, which may be at your place." If Little Punk Girl is caught by the other party, Ian feels that his property must be in the hands of Crowley.
This guess doesn't seem wrong.
"Mr. Abyss Demon Bucket, I remember this Demons who liked to brag. It impressed me deeply, not just its twisted brain,
And its incredibly clumsy undercover skills."
Crowley nodded and said with emotion, "However, that Demons is very loyal to you. He used the banner of Trigon to fool many of my subordinates."
He obviously has always been aware of Demon Bull Head's behavior.
What was said before was all a misunderstanding.
I'm afraid it became a misunderstanding after something happened that Ian didn't know about.
"As for the book---" Crowley hesitated, but took out a remote control. With the second button, a gold-encrusted birdcage slowly lowered from the ceiling.
Only seen.
in a cage.
<Ian's Grimoire of Wrath> is hitting the railing crazily.
The pages flap like angry bird wings.
"It seems to be loyal to you too."
Crowley observed with great interest the action of Ian opening the birdcage with his bare hands. He watched as Ian suddenly became quiet and turned back into <Ian's Beloved Grimoire>, then stuffed Demon Book under his belly.
After Ian picked up this book, he was as quiet as a cat with legs.
"This is the charm of my personality." Ian said without blushing, and he used another sentence he shared today. It was true that it was a bit too extravagant and wasted.
Crowley swung the wine glass noncommittally, "I've had it for many years. This book is very special, but it only has so much power...:" He pondered for a moment, as if he was thinking about the words.
"Tasteless."
Crowley finally used one word to summarize.
"That's where you are useless."
Ian took out Magic Book which was placed on his belly.
"My big Ian Faction relies on this book to create magic." He opened a page at random, and complex runes immediately appeared on the page. This book is really useful for creating magic.
It doesn't even require Ian to have any knowledge of magic. It only requires Ian to express clearly what effect he wants from magic, and then he can create magic with a perfect framework for Ian. This is definitely an artifact.
It's just like the kind that doesn't require the owner to understand the code knowledge, and only needs the owner to tell what game or APP he wants, and then he can make the game or APP by himself.
Who can not love such a baby?
Maybe Demons doesn't like Crowley.
"Using it to create something that doesn't exist is not a good deal. The consumption of magic power is very huge." Crowley narrowed his eyes and made a sharp comment.
He still knows a lot about magic.
Crowley possesses powerful magical abilities and the power of Demons. It can control dark forces, perform curses and prophecies, and also masters many mysterious rituals and spells.
"Magic power is like money. If you are short of it, you can find somewhere to earn it." Ian doesn't care about this. He already has God-King Traitor. Is the entire Asgard still far behind?
Hear the words.
Crowley took a deep look at Ian.
He was silent for a few seconds, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes, and slowly put down the wine glass in his hand, showing a serious expression, "I once consulted Lucifer about this book."
"He told me that this book is "something that fell off the wall." Dear friend, can you tell me, what kind of wall is that?" Crowley's intuition as a Demons businessman told him.
The boy in front of him should probably be able to understand the problem that Lucifer had no patience to tell him - in Crowley's opinion, maybe the boy in front of him was also a species that fell off the "wall".
"Huh?"
Ian was slightly stunned.
He looked around the magnificent manor he had just acquired, his eyes swept over the gilded wall lamps and carved stair railings, and finally fell back on Crowley's shiny round face.
Weighed it up.
For the sake of the manor, Ian chose to be Ian who is willing to share.
"That is a wall that surrounds the entire Multiverse. It can be regarded as the edge barrier of Multiverse - there are many, many, indescribable and strange things on it."
Said.
But not fully said.
This kind of thing is not useful knowledge for Crowley and most people "in the story".
"So that's how it is?" Crowley suddenly had fine beads of sweat on his shiny forehead. He chewed the olives mechanically, the pits clicking between his teeth.
He muttered to himself.
The pupils in the eyes are dilating.
"This Angels you caught with Constantine?" Ian wanted to change the topic, so he walked back to the transparent cage and stared at the mutated Angels in front of him.
His fingertips lightly touched the surface of the cage, and small runes immediately lit up at the contact points. It was obvious that these runes were isolating any contact between the inside and the outside.
Hear the words.
Crowley shook as if waking up from a dream, and the olive oil stains on his tie shone with the movement.
"Ah... that's right." He took out a crumpled handkerchief and wiped his sweat, "It's not easy to capture a Angels alive. Even a... sick Angels is very difficult for us Demons to capture."
"But it's different with Constantine. In fact, at first I didn't realize that there was something wrong with Angels who followed Constantine. It was Constantine who realized that Angels There is something wrong with E and he wants to make a deal with me." Crowley told how he discovered the mutation of Angels. He obviously tricked Constantine who wanted to trick him.
The Demons at the crossroads is not as easy to fool as other Demons.
"Then this Angels should be the black Manny the Angel." Ian determined the identity of Angels through the information of Crowley. Angels plays a lot of roles in the story about Constantine.
Manny the Angel first appeared as a supporter Angels.
His mission appears to be to protect and guide Constantine.
However.
Actually.
Manny the Angel has already committed two of the seven deadly sins, which means that he is no longer a pure and flawless Angels. Such behavior is of course very problematic for a being in the heaven.
Facts later proved that Angels was the leader of the evil organization Cult of Evil. Therefore, just like his skin color, Manny the Angel may have become a hidden corrupt Angels at some point.
Just because of his self-awareness, he may still feel that he is doing the right thing, so he still has divine power and does not have the typical characteristics of the fallen Angels.
Angels is such an "idealist" species.
Of course.
Even if you become the fallen Angels, it will definitely be much better than becoming the current Plague Angel - Ian feels that he has found his Twitch, Source of Plague that belongs to DC Universe.
"If this kind of pollution can make Heaven fall, then you Demons won't worry?" Ian looked closely at the black thread running under Angels's skin.
"Aren't you afraid that the pollution on Manny will spread through Heaven, and then spread to the world through Angels, and eventually penetrate into Hell?"
Perhaps because he heard his name, Angels in the cage suddenly twitched slightly and his eyelids kept shaking. However, he was unable to wake up under the influence of some kind of forbidden power.
"Afraid? Of course I'm afraid, but what's the use of being afraid? Fear will only make me lose my judgment. Instead of being afraid, it's better to think about the changes it can bring to the world."
"Angelss are bound to suffer."
"This will become Angels's dark history. However, we Hell will not get involved, because I know one thing very well - there will always be someone to deal with Angels's problems."
"Lucifer was just laughing about it, so we don't need to panic." Crowley finally regained his composure, grinning to reveal his teeth that were stained yellow by nicotine.
The cigar smoke formed a small vortex above his head. "Then since Lucifer doesn't panic, I won't panic either."
Ian was a little surprised after hearing this, and once again confirmed that Lady Death might not have found the notebook because the notebook was hidden in the core area of Heaven.
"These pollutions belong to Sister Bone, and you can't get rid of them if you get them. However, there are many ways to prevent yourself from getting them, at least Demons has many - let me correct my previous statement, in fact, Heaven is The body will be fine, but the Angels living inside is not necessarily. This is the disadvantage of using shared organs." Crowley gloated again and quoted the adjective Lucifer once quoted.
He tapped the cigar in his hand lightly, and Mars flew everywhere. Then, King of Demons gave Ian some science information about the "Great Library" shared by Angels.
"Do you know where Angels's power comes from?" Crowley didn't want to wait for Ian's answer. He just asked and answered himself, "Angels's power comes from Heaven."
"This is why Angelss fell from Heaven and became much weaker after losing contact with Heaven. The power of Angelss actually belongs to the public power of Heaven."
"Every Angels can be used, just like their "Great Library", and every Angels can be connected to it, thereby obtaining the personal state of omniscience and omnipotence."
"Yes, that's right, the real source of power for Angelss is Heaven. The rights they have are sharing. This also means that if a Angels brings something that does not belong to Heaven to Heaven."
"This thing only needs to contaminate Heaven's database, and then it can spread to every Angels - because it comes from the influence of Heaven, Angels have no right to refuse."
Crowley's joy comes from the heart, and his gloating is beyond words. Ian has heard about this from Lucifer, but now Crowley's description is more detailed.
"Manny put that pollution source into Heaven's "Great Library"?!" Ian also figured out the clue after hearing this, and looked at Black Angel in Cage of Karma with some dumbfounded eyes.
It was really hard for him to imagine how Angels could cause such a catastrophe, just like he couldn't imagine why the top-secret group chat information in White House could appear on social media.
"God shouldn't have created Black Angel. Look, where Black Angel is, there will be trouble. This is the real black humor." Crowley used a sentence to summarize and make a sharp comment.
He lived in an era where people looked down upon people with black skin.
"Is this the consequence of reading other people's shared knowledge and not putting a condom on your own brain?" Ian is not racist. He just laments that it is a good habit for him not to let others use his own things. Perhaps the invasive species that was put into Heaven really realized that he had found Heaven.
He casually pollutes the higher species of this universe.
"Yes, yes! It's easy to get sick if you don't wear a condom, Angels can prove it." Crowley seemed to like Ian's adjectives very much. He just clapped his hands and started laughing.
"Just wait and see, Heaven will fall from the sky one by one like those nuns who got gonorrhea." Crowley's tone was full of expectation.
Cigar smoke fell on his striped suit.
Regarding this.
Ian doesn't mind.
As long as it doesn't fall to your own floor, that's fine.
"Angels, will real monsters be bred in our bodies?" Ian stared at the new sarcomas that appeared on Manny's right wing - miniature human faces could be faintly seen swimming in those translucent tumors.
While observing.
Ian was blindly typing on Half-Phone with his hand. He also knew that he should inform Justice League about this kind of thing, specifically Batman and his father Clark.
"Who knows."
Crowley An indifferent answer.
He once again revealed his side as Demons. As a Hell creature, he didn't really care whether the world would be polluted twice due to the fall of Angels.
Of course.
He doesn't care, someone does.
"Crackling~Crackling~"
Boy hands tapping on the screen.
[Recipient: Dad]
[CC: Batman]
[This is Sir Ian, the person in charge of the new Justice League, urgently informing you that you need to pay attention to the Heaven public health crisis that may occur in the near future.
According to reliable information (source: a fallen Angels who is losing his feathers + a wealthy Hell executive), it is suspected that a Angels plague broke out within Heaven due to a group sex incident.
The preliminary judgment is that Angels people don't like to wear brain traps like me. This will make Angels people pay a heavy price. There is a high probability that they will fall down like pigeons that got Avian Influenza!
I hope Batman can take precautions,
I also hope that Dad can supervise Batman and don't let Batman think about blowing up Heaven first, and don't think that the problem can be solved by spraying disinfectant on Heaven.
PS: I'm going to have dinner again today, and the latest manor I'm going to is very nice. I have no other intention, I just want to show off.]
Regarding how to effectively prevent the earth from being polluted by the falling Angels, Ian himself definitely couldn't think of any effective way, but he still believed in Batman as always.
Batman can always think of solutions.
"Crackling~ crackling~"
Half-Phone's typing continues.
See this scene.
Crowley is not blocked.
He just leaned forward a little uneasily, "You probably didn't mention who I was or where I was when you sent the text message, right?"
Newsletter for Ian.
Crowley It is difficult to peek at the screen.
He only saw bits and pieces,
Ian continued to fiddle with the phone without raising his head, "No."
Crowley relaxed and leaned back on the sofa.
The real leather makes a fart-like sound,
"That's good. I don't want to be targeted by Batman. That guy is much more famous in Hell than Superman." He took out his crumpled handkerchief and wiped his sweat a little.
I don't know why he used a skin bag.
Or I just like to wipe my sweat.
"What do you mean? Superman is not as good as Batman?"
Ian looked up dissatisfied.
The golden eyes were full of resentment.
"I mean... Superman must be in love with Heaven. How can he interact with Hell in the future? But Batman is different." Crowley made a falling gesture with an exaggerated movement.
"Now everyone is betting that after Batman plays Hell, he can become the lord of Hell in a few years." His words were full of information, and he also showed the entertainment activities that Demons people lacked.
"So that's it, that's right. According to Theory of Relativity, if dad goes to Heaven, Batman will definitely go to Hell." Ian also instantly understood what the other party meant.
He felt that what Crowley said might actually be right.
It's not that he thinks his Uncle Bruce is an evil person.
The main reason is that compared to Crowley, Ian also knows some high-latitude information - in this world, in fact, Heaven and Hell are not just about merit.
The ownership of Heaven and Hell.
In the end, it all depends on your own inner judgment of yourself.
Just like God gives Angels self-recognition, God also gives humans the right to choose themselves. Therefore, it can be seen that it is really difficult for Batman who has always known that he is Dark Knight to get along with Heaven.
He knew that he was fighting evil with evil.
Of course, there is no chance that Heaven will open a backdoor for Batman and prevent Batman from going to Hell or something like that, but that is all under the condition that Heaven can still remain pure.
"Angels are contaminated, Heaven will definitely be affected too, right?" Ian looked at Crowley, trying to get some information from this King of Demons.
Regarding this.
Crowley is also happy to respond.
"Except God himself, no one can influence Heaven." He didn't even mention Lucifer. That firm posture made Ian couldn't help but look at him a few more times.
Ian certainly doesn't agree with this response.
However, he did not refute.
In fact, it is normal. After all, Crowley is just an acquired Demons. There is still a slight difference from the innate Demons. The cognition may not be as good as Ian at some levels.
"No matter what, this must be a big event." Ian wanted to pray to Lady Death, but at this moment, a harsh ringtone broke the atmosphere of the living room.
It's the mobile phone of Crowley.
The ringtone is actually the classic phone ringtone of Wayne Enterprises.
The copyrighted one.
This must be another Wayne Enterprises technology product. He watched Crowley hurriedly take out the customized mobile phone with many diamonds and gold rims from the inner pocket of his wrinkled suit.
The word [Boss] was clearly displayed on the screen. Ian was a little different, not that he was different from the caller, but that he couldn't understand what Crowley was like.
While fearing Batman.
While using Wayne Tech stuff.
They are all Wayne Tech.
Does this Demons really think that there is not enough surveillance on him?
"My boss called, I'm going to report on my work." Crowley straightened his suit, and then showed an apologetic expression to Ian.
"Lucifer?"
Ian asked curiously.
Crowley smiled and nodded, full of affinity, and walked outside the living room. Ian looked at his back and then looked at other technological products in the room.
Wayne Tech intelligent temperature control system, Wayne security monitoring probe.
Hmm.
The speakers are also produced by Wayne Enterprises.
"Sure enough, Wayne fans, diehard fans."
Ian sighed sincerely. He didn't know whether this was Crowley's attempt to build relationships with Hell lord Bruce in advance, or whether he was deliberately exposing himself to Batman's surveillance.
"Not to choose, but to save trouble?" Ian felt that Demons, who could give it to his manor, must have such wisdom. While thinking about it, he approached Crystal Cage again.
Bone Piano made no sound to mock Ian who was left alone here.
There was a strange silence in the air.
The boy's fingertips gently tapped the semi-liquid barrier, making a subtle "dong, dong" sound, like some kind of harassment, that kept echoing in the dark room.
Manny the Angel was trembling weakly in the cage.
The crawling under the skin became more intense.
It was as if there were countless tiny insects and ants swimming in his blood vessels. He was still unconscious, but his body was shaking violently, and Ian didn't know the reason for this.
Even if he stops tapping.
The other party's trembling didn't stop either.
"What kind of dream is this?"
Ian stared at Manny the Angel's hands that kept moving up and down.
Don't dare to think too much.
While he was observing Plague Angel's situation, on the other side, in the smallest toilet among the fifteen toilets in the manor, in a room of a hundred square meters, Crowley was nodding and bowing to his mobile phone.
""Yes, yes...Hell is running well, riots have been reduced by 37%, very, very stable." His eyes suddenly lit up, "Is that true? Boss! Thank you so much!"
Crowley spoke with great excitement.
There was the sound of disco dancing on the other end of the phone.
"You deserve stronger."
Crowley The fat all over his body suddenly trembled.
Invisible power surged out from the receiver of the mobile phone and poured into his body along his ear canal. As Lucifer spoke his words, the aura and power possessed by Crowley increased crazily.
The Demons agent's suit was windless and his tie was twisting like a living creature. He closed his eyes and felt the new power surging in his body - the power given by Lucifer himself.
"That's great."
When Crowley opens his eyes again.
Lucifer has already hung up the phone.
He saw a short-haired woman standing behind him in the mirror.
"Meg Mosley."
The smile on Crowley's face did not change at all. He stared at the voice in the mirror and said in a very brisk voice, "I remember that you have completed the commission."
This woman Demons is the Demons who brought Ian here,
"Who is that boy?"
Female Demons pursed her red lips into a straight line.
She still can't forget the terrible oppression Ian brought to her.
"I don't know." Crowley opened the gold-plated faucet, and the water washed over his newly gained strength, and his palms were trembling slightly due to excitement.
What is elevated is his essence.
Not this body.
Meg slapped the mirror hard, and cracks radiated from her palm. "You lied! You gave the manor to him!"
The sound of water stops in summer.
Crowley slowly pulled out the towel embroidered with Hell Emblem.
"It seems I have a spy..."
The way he wiped his hands was as elegant as wiping an antique.
"Sure enough, my decision was correct, I have to kill them all." Crowley was not angry, because this manor was no longer his, and he knew very well who the female Demons needed to compensate for this incident.
Psoriasis-level superhero.
This is the disadvantage of not searching on the Internet,
"I have the right to know the answer!"
Meg's screams caused cracks in the ceramic of the sink.
"I really don't know."
Crowley sighed.
"I just divined that boy..."
He gave the answer.
Female Demons's eyes turned pitch black.
"What did you see?"
This female Demons stared at Crowley.
"The result of divination?"
Crowley Throw the used towels into Trash Can.
The sound of chewing immediately came from the barrel.
"I didn't see anything." He walked towards the door and looked back at the female Demons, "My Tarot Cards all turned into Devil Cards when I was doing the divination."
There was fear in his tone.
Meg frowned in confusion.
"Is there a power interfering with your divination?!"
She didn't quite believe this statement.
Mainly because she knew that Demons in front of her was an agent.
"No, no, it would be fine if it was just like that."
Crowley's hand rested on the doorknob.
"Actually, it's a warning."
Said.
This fat Demons is ready to leave.
"Wait a minute!"
The female Demons suddenly grabbed his arm. The next second, she was thrown to the wall like a rag doll, and the invisible force pressed her firmly against the Evil Spirit Wallpaper printed all over the Faces of Pain.
"You forgot?"
Crowley's voice suddenly became extremely cold.
"The acting king is also a king."
His eyes were scarlet, and his tone was full of oppression. Meg made a gurgling sound in her throat, and smoke began to appear from her skin. "You know... there is something hidden underneath this manor...:"
Just when this female Demons was about to say something.
Boom!
The whole manor suddenly shook violently and Angels's screams pierced the air, like shards of glass scratching the eardrums. The woman Demons Meg struggled to slide down the wall, her skin still covered with smoke burned by the powerful force.
"What's going on?!"
she asked in a hissed voice.
Blood-red nails dug into the marble floor.
Crowley did not answer.
"The show is coming."
His fat body was pressed in front of Stained Glass Window, and his eyes were round and full of excitement. Outside the window, the sky was undergoing terrible distortions - the originally blue sky was torn open with a jagged crack, and golden clouds and scarlet shadows were entangled and tumbling in it.
Just like Celestial's cut blood vessels.
It also seems to mean.
Things that truly exist in "heaven" will fall into the mortal world.
"Stop screaming! Stop!"
At the same time.
In the reception room.
Seeing Manny the Angel who kept roaring and screaming, Ian also patted the transparent cage vigorously, but his stop received no response from Manny the Angel.
"Ahhhhhh~"
He's still screaming.
The mouth opens wider and wider.
The notes rose and fell one after another, the sound was like the voices of thousands of choir children being stretched, torn and reorganized - the holy melody was mixed with the sticky sound of flesh and blood.
Outside the window.
A vague Gateway was looming, with an ominous golden light on the edge, like a burning wound, slowly opening, and the tone from the black Manny the Angel's mouth became even sharper.
He seemed to be singing some kind of deformed hymn.