The sky cracked.
It is not an ordinary dark cloud, nor is it a sign of an approaching thunderstorm.
The originally blue sky seemed to be torn apart by some invisible force, with black pure gold thunder entwined on the surface twisting between the clouds, and an extremely ominous aura permeating the sky and the earth.
It seems that Holy Light has also fallen into filth.
It was not an ordinary thunder and lightning, but something in a higher dimension that was collapsing and distorting. Every flash of scarlet and darkness was accompanied by a creepy buzz.
It was as if the whole universe was trembling.
The air was filled with an aura that was not of this world—a smell that mixed the sacred and the profane, making people both awe-inspiring and disgusting.
Throughout the universe, whether it is the Superman class on Earth, the Spectre in other cosmic countries, or the prisoners hidden deep in Phantom Zone, they all feel this anomaly.
Some people looked up, some knelt down to pray, and some covered their ears and ran away screaming.
Because they heard that song.
Twisted chant.
"Shut up! You damn Angels!" In the living room, Bone Piano's voice was already trembling, "Stop singing!"
I'm dying! I'm going to be contaminated!"
Its lid opens and closes.
It was like the mouth of some kind of creature was spasming, and black mucus oozed from the wooden surface. Even though it was playing frantically, Bone Piano's performance could not overpower the sound of Angels.
It's not just the high-pitched blast.
As Angels started singing, everything in the manor seemed to be affected. Ian was shocked, jumped up suddenly, and rushed towards the transparent Crystal Cage from the window.
This guy's wings have been completely twisted, and wriggling flesh sprouts have grown where the feathers fell off, and several of his mouths are chanting some kind of distorted hymn at the same time.
Distorted Anthem.
Every lyric is like a virus program, running in the real world, changing the rules and polluting everything.
"Ahhhhhhh~"
As soon as Manny the Angel sings a word, the surrounding air becomes distorted, the oil paintings on the walls begin to melt, and an unsettling solution seeps out from the gaps in the floor.
"This manor is much more valuable than the villa. God knows if I can find another one. I have to protect my sacred property from being infringed. You Angels who should be imprisoned in Hell to grow cotton are so abominable!"
Without saying a word, Ian grabbed his fist and punched Crystal Cage. One punch after another. At the same time, Crowley and the female Demons Meg by the toilet window were also looking at the sky with wonderful expressions.
"You actually guessed it right, Angelss - were you really tricked under that influence?" Meg murmured, his dark pupils reflecting the twisted golden cracks in the sky.
"Never underestimate the arrogance of Angels people, they think they are superior." Crowley didn't answer her, just narrowed his eyes,
A strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Do what you should do, Meg." It was like giving some kind of order, with an unquestionable majesty in his tone, but the female Demons Meg was unmoved.
"You can't hand over this manor. You know what's buried underground! That's very important to us!" Female Demons Meg didn't dare to argue with Ian on her own.
She tried to persuade Crowley to change his mind. No matter what the reason was for Crowley to hand over the manor, it was definitely not a suitable deal in the heart of the female Demons Meg.
"Obviously you too"
Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Crowley's scarlet eyes.
"I know what you want to do." Crowley said calmly, but with an extremely firm tone, full of meaning, "But that thing cannot be released by us now."
"Maybe not in the future either."
Crowley's voice is deep and majestic.
As soon as these words came out.
Meg's expression darkened.
"I'm going to tell Lucifer that you are betraying Hell." She started to raise the banner and moved out the real owner of Hell, but this did not threaten Crowley.
Because this is not a decision Crowley made privately.
"The boss is very happy in Los Angeles, and he doesn't want to release the following things now."
Crowley shrugged indifferently, still lying on the window, staring at the sky without blinking, as if he didn't want to miss any change for a second.
"I will ask Lucifer, don't try to deceive me." Meg's expression changed one after another, becoming angry, unwilling, and confused. Finally, she snorted coldly and turned around to leave.
"You'll regret it, Crowley."
Female Demons still feels resentful in her heart.
Crowley finally looked back.
"Don't think about doing things secretly. If I were you, I would never appear near this manor again. It belongs to that boy. Being close to it is equivalent to being close to Heaven."
The wisdom of King of Demons flows in the eyes of Crowley. He actually did not make the current decision at the beginning. The reason why he changed his attitude was entirely because he knew what happened in the place where Supreme Witch was imprisoned.
That was a scene he didn't dare to think about.
"Don't try to scare me."
The female Demons Meg laughed, feeling that Crowley was deceiving herself. She knew very well how Demons people love to lie, because she herself was a high-level Demons who was good at weaving lies.
"It's up to you. I'm already very worried about our friendship. If you get caught, don't blame me for not warning you - if you fall into the hands of that boy, you will also be defined as "Trash Can"."
"Now, don't forget what you should do. If you mess up, you know the consequences." Crowley showed a meaningful smile to the female Demons.
"I know what I have to do."
Female Demons Meg took a deep look at Crowley.
It turned into black mist and dissipated in the toilet.
Crowley watched her leave, then slowly took out her mobile phone, took a few photos of the sky, refined the filters with satisfaction, and then walked back to the living room unsteadily.
Just opened the door and entered.
Crowley was stunned.
"How can I make this thing shut up!"
I saw Ian stepping on the mutated Manny the Angel, stuffing dozens of Angels's mouths with sofa cushions, tablecloths, and even Bone Piano's broken strings. However, a new mouth opened on Angels's heavenly spirit cover and continued to sing the twisted hymn. What's even more frightening is that the entire living room is being polluted.
The walls began to squirm irregularly.
It's as if something weird has been born underneath.
Far more disturbing than the crawling flesh and blood,
"Wait - how did you take him out?!" Crowley's eyes widened. He suddenly looked around and found that Crystal Cage, who originally imprisoned Angels, had disappeared.
"Where's my artifact!"
He even looked at the boy's crotch and determined that the boy who liked to put things in his crotch had not used some method to stuff his crystal container into his crotch.
"It's a divine weapon. No wonder it's so hard. But when I punched out, wherever the punch passed, the void collapsed, thousands of people screamed, and even the container made of the supreme divine material turned into ashes."
"My Evil God Annihilation Fist is so powerful. Nothing in this world can stop Evil God Lord." Ian knows what vest he should use when getting along with Demons.
He is stuffing something into Angels's new mouth.
Endless blocking.
It can't be blocked at all.
The mouth under this thing could start singing, and it was Ian who hurriedly took out a toilet plug. I could only comfort myself in my heart that it was not a Weeping Angel.
[Wrong data, incompatible]
[Wrong data, incompatible]
[Wrong data, incompatible]
Ian can't expect the system to help it clean up the things in Angels's body. This is not because Angels is too advanced, but because the system is really a little too picky. Judging from previous experiences, Ian is not surprised by the current situation. The system only eats the essence of those pollution sources, and it keeps reporting errors for things contaminated by the pollution sources.
"That's the Fish Tank I stole from Lucifer." Crowley looked like his second wife had died, his expression was very depressed, and his happy mood was slightly less happy.
"It turns out to be Lucifer's nourishing Fish Tank, no wonder it's so delicious - I mean hard." Ian promptly changed his words and smiled politely at Crowley with some guilty conscience.
[Entropy Annihilation Lord experience value +3893]
[Entropy Annihilation Lord Lv10[4000/5120]]
[Savage Lord experience value +298]
[Savage Tyrant lv10[4444/5120]]
This is the harvest of Ian,
Entropy Annihilation Lord digested the energy on the cage, and it was much easier for Savage Tyrant to digest matter. These two professions have always been complementary to each other.
After these years of adaptation, Ian also summarized the characteristics of his profession. The two professions do not conflict. Chemical potions, for example, are meaningless to Entropy Annihilation Lord. Savage Tyrant pays more attention to the "material absorption" of the physical level, while Entropy Annihilation Lord focuses on the absorption of the soul and energy levels.
"That cage can no longer block this kind of pollution, it may even be contaminated, that's why I took action." Ian told Crowley almost one-third of the truth.
By the way, he also started to comfort Crowley.
"It's okay. I think Lucifer should be in Hell. There must be treasures that raise other things. If that doesn't work, I'll go to Los Angeles tomorrow to help you steal his toilet for you to use."
Of course Ian will not go to Los Angeles, he is just good at lying to coax Demons.
Crowley wants to cry but has no tears.
Opened his mouth.
After all, he still didn't say anything about the fact that he saw several suspected crystal fragments in the gaps between Ian's teeth. King of Demons, who was always very wise, decided to treat it as a mistake.
"Forget it about the toilet."
Crowley doesn't want Lucifer's toilet.
He had cleaned Lucifer's toilet in Hell enough. Seeing that Angels's influence was still continuing, he didn't care to complain,
Waves of resisting black mist filled his body.
Of course this is not insurance.
So Crowley quickly made the next reaction.
With amazing dexterity, his fat fingers took out a remote control studded with Hell Runes from the inner pocket of his suit.
Only seen.
This magical remote control made a low hum, and when you pressed the scarlet button in the center with your thumb, a gap suddenly opened in the air with the breath of Sulfur. The next moment, a box appeared out of thin air, emitting black smoke, as if it was a collection that had just been transported from Hell to the human world.
"Go on!"
A Obsidian Box popped out of the void.
Crowley threw it towards Ian like a hot potato. When the box drew a parabola in the air, the sealing runes on the surface lit up and went out, as if it was breathing.
The moment Ian raised his hand to catch it, the box automatically unfolded.
Lying quietly inside was a feather about the length of a hand - it looked so ordinary, but it was flowing with extremely holy and powerful power in the dark hall.
"Put it on him! Quick!" Crowley screamed and backed away, knocking over the coffee table with his fat body. The whiskey bottle smashed to the ground, but he didn't care about his collection.
Angels is a dangerous toy.
This is especially true for the distorted Angels.
"Okay, I also want to save my manor." The moment Ian pinched the feather, an electric shock-like tremor came from his fingertips, and he carefully put it close to Manny the Angel's forehead.
Many small mouths have appeared on the skin.
The moment the feather touched Manny the Angel's forehead, suddenly, a pure white light spread out like ripples, and the mutation on Manny the Angel's body stopped in an instant.
Extremely sudden.
Extremely fast.
Angels's twisted limbs made a crisp sound of bones resetting. Even if the rotten feathers on the wings fell off, new down feathers grew at a speed visible to the naked eye. The most surprising thing was the sarcomas all over the body - they evaporated like dewdrops exposed to direct sunlight, leaving only faint marks on the skin.
The entire purification process only takes three heartbeats.
When the last trace of black mist drifted away from Angels's ears, Manny returned to its original appearance - white and tender wings, and skin as dark as night.
But he was still unconscious.
The long eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows on the face, and the corners of the mouth still remain tense in pain.
Ian turned the feather in his hand curiously and found that it was a little dimmer than before.
The golden liquid remaining in the quills was slowly seeping into his skin, bringing a warm tingling sensation. He suddenly remembered the feeling he had when he tried to eat lithium batteries not long ago.
Dangerous and addictive.
"What kind of treasure is this?"
Ian had a guess in his mind and lowered his head to look at the feather in his hand.
It is completely white, with a faint sheen on its edges, as if it contains the power of some kind of law. Even just looking at it, Ian can feel a strong sense of oppression.
Without any hesitation.
Ian directly stuffed the feather into his mouth, moving so fast that he didn't even leave an afterimage. Crowley's blocking sound stuck in his throat, and he watched the precious feather disappear between the teeth of the young man Bai Sensen, chewing and chewing.
Just bit off more than you can chew.
And I can't even swallow it.
The sour chewing sound echoed in the living room. Ian puffed out his cheeks and bit hard several times. Although he could not swallow, some indescribable taste had spread in his mouth.
It's the first snow melting on the tip of the tongue.
It's like the first unfinished erotic dream.
It's so pure that it makes your heart tremble.
"Super lollipop?"
Ian doesn't chew anymore.
Just spit it out and inhale sharply.
[Entropy Annihilation Lord experience value +99]
[Entropy Annihilation Lord experience value +99
In short.
It's as delicious as first love.
Entropy Annihilation Lord's experience is growing like crazy,
"Those are the most powerful Angels wings." Crowley sighed, hesitated for a moment, and answered the question Ian had asked before, with a trace of reluctance in his tone.
Helping Lucifer clean the room will always bring you different rewards.
This is something that other Demons cannot envy.
"It is indeed Angel Feather from Lucifer!" Ian wrapped the feather in a chocolate plastic coat and put it into his trouser pocket.
His current energy state has reached saturation.
[Entropy Annihilation Lord experience value +46]
[Entropy Annihilation Lord experience value +74]
The experience value that can be obtained slows down, which means that Ian has entered a saturated state. If you eat anymore, it will be a waste of food. After all, the energy in a feather is limited.
It's a luxury to eat something that can't be digested. And just when Ian was feeling a little emotional and felt like drinking pigeon soup, he recalled when Lucifer started chopping off his wings.
Crowley was silent for a few seconds.
"Actually, you can give it back to me."
He finally couldn't help but speak, and his tone was cautious, as if he was discussing the repayment method with the creditor. There was no way, Crowley wouldn't care so much about other things. However, who made Lucifer's feathers not like ordinary people's hair? It was not something that could be found on the pillow anytime and anywhere.
This was originally used to give him a "command" to suppress the demons.
"I know."
Ian nodded.
But he didn't act.
See this scene.
Crowley still doesn't know what happened to him.
"Don't be like this. You are King of Hell now. When Lucifer goes to Hell to be a psychiatrist, you will definitely be a long-term consul.
As a future long-term governor, you need to be more open-minded."
"I am also the one who wants to bet Hell sooner or later, so giving me something actually means that Hell's strength is increased." Ian is still so good at making up truths that don't exist.
However.
I heard what he said.
Crowley was suddenly stunned.
"Really?"
He was a little excited.
A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
King of Demons thinks this may be an edible pie - everyone knows how much Demons, a tailor, pursues power. He has always believed that food and power are the only things in this world that cannot be let down.
"Really, really."
Ian nodded repeatedly, "Lucifer will become a psychiatrist - I am also a psychiatrist. Sure enough, if you reach the end of your transcendence, will you become a psychiatrist?"
He murmured to himself, looking shocked, as if he had discovered some cosmic truth.
"Consul Long Consul -
Crowley's face turned red, as if he had drunk too much Hell strong liquor, and even his bald head was shiny with excitement. He rubbed his hands and walked back and forth in the living room with his fat body.
Don't know why either.
Demons, who is good at bewitching, really believed in Ian's words. At this moment, there was a burst of noisy footsteps outside the door, accompanied by the crisp sound of metal collision.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The sudden movement broke the atmosphere that was still immersed in thinking.
"Maybe one of my subordinates brought your friend here." Crowley stopped, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and tried to put on a kind expression.
His skin probably can't carry much of his power.
Somewhat overloaded.
The more force he exerted, the more he seemed to sweat.
"It seems that you are really trustworthy Demons. Yes, yes, you are as trustworthy as me." Upon hearing this, Ian immediately raised his head and looked towards the corridor outside the living room.
Footsteps are approaching.
However.
What appeared around the corner was not the Demons who had been leading the way.
Or not entirely.
That Demons's head is being eaten by another Demons, and the head of this Demons that is eating Demons's head is tightly held in the hands of a girl with long golden hair.
It's Madison.
She walked like a little Ma, majestic. Minotaur Demon who was eating had a gun handle attached to the back of his head. Little Punk Girl looked like he was striding forward with a flamethrower. "Ian! We are here to rescue you!" Madison held the corner of Minotaur's chair with one hand, and held the handle behind Minotaur's head with one hand, and ran into the living room with her little leather shoes clicking.
She is also cruel.
Say nothing.
He directly pointed Baal the Minotaur Demon at Crowley, who was a little confused.
"Demons! Suffer death!" I don't know which the Exorcist movie I learned this line from. Madison's voice is full of full emotions that come from someone who is not a professional.
"Master! Your loyal Wise Demon reports to you!"
Minotaur Demon used the blood vessels extending from the bottom of his neck to put down the other Demons that was chewing. It opened its mouth in cooperation,
Spurting out a fiery stream of Hellfire.
However, Crowley just narrowed his scarlet eyes slightly and glanced. The next moment, Hellfire stopped in mid-air.
It's like being frozen directly.
"Pfft."
The flame then went out.
Minotaur Demon made a muffled sound in his throat.
Like a chicken being strangled by the neck.
"What's going on?!" Madison shook the head of Demons in his hand vigorously, "Breathe fire again! You've eaten so many Demons, you must be at least a low-level fifth grade now, right?"
For the grading of Ian.
It's not just Demon Bull Head who believes it.
Even Little Punk Girl is convinced.
"Even low-level sixth-grade ones are not good. That, that is an Hell Lord." Minotaur Demon looked depressed, his eyes constantly moving on Crowley and Ian who was struggling to pull out Angels's hair. The smart Baal had already realized that the situation might be different from what he and Little Punk Girl thought before.
As expected.
After Crowley stopped Minotaur Demon's attack, the scarlet color in his eyes slowly extinguished. He changed his face, rubbed his hands and smiled with a very friendly smile.
Just like the uncle selling fried fish balls on the roadside,
"It's all a misunderstanding whether Hell is a lord or not! This friend and I have already negotiated." As he said that, Crowley turned back and glanced at Ian who was using Fel Energy to iron Angels's hair.
The corners of his eyes twitched, but he still didn't judge much.
"I had a dream. In the dream, I had a fan made of Angels feathers." Ian didn't want to give himself more lollipops.
Manny the Angel's feathers don't contain much power.
Just like what Lucifer himself said, the gap between these Angels and Lucifer is really big, and they can even be regarded as two completely different species.
There is divine power in Lucifer's feathers, because Lucifer attributes great power to himself. As for Angelss, most of their power comes from the shared power of Heaven.
Although the mechanism is more advanced than Ian's Shared Brain brain, it is still an external force and when it fails to connect to Heaven,
Angels's feathers are just ordinary higher substances - maybe this substance is useful to Savage Tyrant, but who knows that Ian has no substance that can produce a catalytic reaction with it.
It's perfect for making lupines.
"No, how come you get along so harmoniously? This Minotaur said you were going to be stewed by the big Demons for nourishment." Madison and Minotaur Demon turned to look at Ian at the same time.
The eyes of one man and one cow were full of hatred and uncertainty.
"Don't be kidding, it's really a misunderstanding, my subordinates are just ignorant." Crowley laughed dryly twice, and gave the answer before Ian could speak.
Ian touched his nose, feeling a little guilty.
"He gave too much--"
Ian is ashamed that he was bewitched by Demons.
"What?!" Madison stared wide-eyed, looking unwilling to believe it. The plot she wanted was not this kind of plot. What she wanted was clearly the plot of the heroine saving Ian.
"We were almost killed, but now you're telling me that it was all just a misunderstanding?!" Little Punk Girl's eyes kept turning back and forth between Crowley and Ian.
"I was almost trampled to death too!"
Minotaur Demon Head added angrily.
Ian was just about to speak.
Crowley wen is one step ahead.
"Don't worry, don't worry, I will give you a satisfactory explanation." Seeing this, Crowley clapped his hands immediately. Before he finished speaking, a dozen scarlet magic circles suddenly appeared on the floor of the living room.
Accompanied by Sulfur-smelling black smoke.
A dozen Demonss covered in human skin crawled out of the summoning array.
They just stood firm.
He looked at Crowley with a blank expression.
"Boss, what happened?" These Demons occupying human bodies looked around, a little surprised at how Supreme Witch could appear here.
"It's the one you plan to resurrect, boss." Demons, one of the smart ones, was about to say something, but Crowley immediately stared at him with scarlet eyes.
"Pa~"
This Demons's head exploded like a watermelon.
"I'm sorry, this is the price that must be paid. Everyone, there are many traitors among you, and they did not die unjustly." Crowley's eyes suddenly turned cold.
Scarlet eyes locked on all Demons in an instant.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! A series of explosions sounded, and a dozen Demons heads exploded at the same moment. The dark blood and brains of Demons splashed all over the floor like an overturned ink bottle.
Their bodies twitched and fell.
It soon turned into puddles of thick black liquid.
The essence of Demons tried to escape, but due to the influence of Crowley, it lost its activity and became weak and could only continue to squirm on the ground.
"Mine! It's all mine!"
Minotaur Demon excitedly broke away from Madison's hands, threw himself on the ground, and rolled around in the wreckage of Demons like a dog, frantically absorbing the energy of its kind.
Madison was stunned and opened his mouth slightly.
"Not-this-"
Although she had seen many Demons fights, this was the first time she had seen Crowley kill all his men so casually.
Is this Demons so cruel to me?
The world view of the loyal girl has been reshaped.
"It's just cleaning up the house. In fact, this time, I brought out all the young people. I originally planned to clean up after watching the show.
It's just a little bit ahead of schedule now." Crowley didn't know if he was lying. He seemed to have done a normal thing and wiped the blood splattered on his suit.
This King of Demons, who came to the world with only part of his power, turned to look at Madison.
He smiled and spoke.
"Miss, actually I have several Hollywood film and television companies, and currently we are most in need of high-quality actors like you." Crowley rubbed his hands,
Smile kindly.
Businessman Demons is best at discerning people's hearts.
Understand people's needs.
And the most important thing is that he is also a new era King of Demons who is proficient in using the Internet.
This made him even more proficient in business.
Just this sentence.
Madison was stunned on the spot.
"Ah? This--."
She felt the same feeling that Ian had felt before.
"My company not only has good scripts, but also rich salaries, and is the best at shaping international superstars." Crowley added with a smile. He has really grasped Madison's weaknesses.
"Deal!"
Madison came back to his senses and immediately made a decision. What is tied to Altar and not tied to Altar is a dedicated experience to understand life and enrich his future acting career.
Ian:"..-"
Minotaur Demon:"...
Little Punk Girl's eyes are shining.
It's like I'm imagining myself wearing a red dress and stepping onto the Oscars red carpet.
She looked back at Ian.
"This Demons is really amazing. He really gave me too much." Little Punk Girl nodded in agreement, even forgetting his dream of becoming a real heroine.
There is a fake heroine.
Who is still the leading heroine in reality?
In reality, she still likes to be an international superstar who bullies first-tier stars, bullies second-tier stars, bullies third-tier stars, and plays the role of a confidant big sister in front of eighteenth-tier stars!
"What about me? Although I don't act, I have very good scripts, such as <The Tragic and Beautiful Love of Batman>, and <Death of Stocking Superman>." Ian doesn't think Gotham will let his novels blossom in film and television, so he needs to save his masterpieces that may be buried.
"Shoot them all, shoot them all, I have no problem here, the funds are very sufficient." The writer boy's words made Crowley, who had started to wipe his sweat crazily again due to the use of strength, laughed a few times.
"Shooting tomorrow?" Ian's eyes lit up.
"We will shoot tomorrow!" Crowley nodded firmly.
Ian is extremely satisfied and just wanted to come up with some more script ideas.
suddenly-
"Boom!"
There was a strange roar outside the window, the turbid sky was distorted again, and several ominous "stars" emerged from the depths of the clouds, shining with a sickly light.
Like a meteorite approaching the earth.
"What happened today?"
Madison leaned in front of the window and finally had time to pay attention to the vision in the sky. She only felt that life today was really exciting, and there seemed to be a series of major events happening every day.
"Those "stars" may be that Angels is all infected with Filth Disease." Ian stared at the sky with a hint of shush in his tone. He had already thrown away Black Angel, which had been stripped of its feathers.
Unexpectedly, the wings of this Angels that have lost their feathers are also black, like black-bone chicken wings.
"Super AIDS? I know how to do it, I've learned it!" Madison's tone was filled with a sense of showing off. It was indeed the first time that she felt the taste of excellence in talent.
"It's scarier than that."
Ian spoke seriously.
Madison was also very interested when he saw this, showing strong enthusiasm, "I can learn this too! I will still continue to be a witch,
Then go to Hollywood and play the witch!"
She didn't know what happened to Angels, but she loved studying after she left school.
"It's better not to learn this," Ian rubbed his temples helplessly, "It will affect your mental health if you learn it."
Everyone fell silent and looked out the window together. Those weird "stars" were moving slowly, as if they were approaching the earth, and some seemed to be falling towards the sun.
Just then.
Crowley's cell phone suddenly rang.
He took it out and saw [Boss] clearly displayed on the screen.
Of course, this cannot be ignored.
"Hello? Uh-huh - okay, okay -." Crowley nodded and bowed down to answer the phone. After hanging up, he showed an apologetic smile to Ian, "The big boss wants to see me for something, so take the first step."
Ian narrowed his eyes.
"My Super Hearing heard it, and Lucifer asked you to bring him some wine."
He has always been good at eavesdropping.
Crowley was not embarrassed about this. He just straightened his tie and puffed up his belly proudly. "Not everyone is qualified to work as a freight worker for Lucifer."
Said.
This King of Demons walked to the fireplace gracefully, took out a handful of powder from his pocket, and sprinkled it at his feet - the flames instantly rose.
Crowley's figure twisted in the firelight.
Disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Crowley Porter?!"
Ian is dumbfounded.
It's not that he has a rich imagination.
But this way of walking towards the fireplace is too Hogwarts!
"It's the magic of Crossroads Demon." Minotaur Demon, who had eaten and drank enough, was also swollen. While experiencing the evolution of life levels on the spot, he stood up again with his head held high.
"Follow Master Ian, I will surpass him sooner or later!" After eating a dozen Demons that were not weak, how much could Minotaur Demon expand to? It even tried to eat the fallen Angels.
This is of course not a feasible solution.
No matter how Angels loses its power, it still belongs to the advanced life form of the universe, and its body value is extremely explosive. Even Minotaur Demon, which has evolved to a medium level, cannot chew it at all.
"I also want to learn this kind of magic." Madison spoke concisely, with sparkling eyes. She used to be in school, facing school courses,
But I have never had such enthusiasm for learning.
This also fully illustrates the profound impact of talent on a person's diligence.
"Is Metropolis going to suffer again today?" Madison looked at Ian standing in front of the window. She also sounded slightly worried, always feeling that the world might be on the verge of doom.
"Who knows."
Ian was using his Shared Brain to calculate the falling trajectories of the stars. The moment he finished speaking, the sky outside changed drastically again!
Countless stars appeared in the night sky, arranged in an ancient and mysterious pattern. And in the center of these stars, a huge Gateway slowly emerged.
That's Gates of Heaven!
Nothing more.
Gates of Heaven, which should have been holy, is now covered with traces of filth and evil.
The face reliefs that were once engraved with the hymn Angels were now distorted into roars of pain, and extremely disgusting pus was oozing out of every mouth.
"Creak--Creak--"
The sound of the door shaft turning was like rusty metal rubbing against each other.
It's like some giant creature chewing bones. Sometimes mixed with the sticky sound of dripping liquid, each drop of black substance is twisted into the shape of a miniature Angels in mid-air.
They quickly dissipated into mist.
The most chilling thing was the chatter coming from inside the door - thousands of voices overlapping together, sometimes like chanting, sometimes turning into crazy chatter.
Madison covered his ears unconsciously.
Those sounds were like tiny insects burrowing into the brain. The tip of Minotaur Demon's horn glowed with an unnatural red light, as if it sensed some terrifying existence.
In this breathtaking and terrifying scene, Madison suddenly felt a burning sensation in his chest.
"Ah!" She exclaimed and pulled out the Bronze Cross from her collar. At this moment, it was emitting a soft milky white light, as warm as the winter sun.
Those brain-drilling demonic sounds were instantly isolated. Madison breathed a long sigh of relief, as if he was immersed in a hot spring.
"Ouch--!!
Minotaur Demon screamed like a slaughtering pig and rolled to the corner. It covered its eyes with two blood vessels, and the hair on the top of its head exploded into feather dusters.
"I'm going to die, I'm going to die! Holy Light purification is coming!"
This guy was really scared to death.
However, the expected burning sensation did not appear.
"What's going on?" Baal cautiously peeked through his fingers and found that the holy light was shrouding his body, but miraculously it did not cause any harm.
"Huh?"
It seemed to react to something.
"Praise God Ian!!"
Baal rolled on the spot and rushed to Ian's feet, moving so fast that it left an afterimage. It rubbed its head crazily against the boy's trouser legs, flatteringly like a dog with only one head.
Who says cows can't be pets?
"No, this-" Ian took the glowing the Cross and put it to his ears, but he did not hear any sound belonging to the supreme being.
"God, God are you there? Heaven is going to become a septic tank." Ian was very confused. The Cross glowed, indicating that God should know everything that is happening.
However.
He heard no response.
I didn't see God taking action to save those Angels—what was going on? Ian looked outside the window again, and there was a scalp-numbing sound coming from inside.
He couldn't help but be curious.
At this moment.
What is going on in Gates of Heaven.
The night fell, and the originally peaceful sky was torn open by a huge crack, and golden and black light pillars fell from the sky.
It was like Divine Punishment descended into the world. The doors one by one, Gates of Heaven, slowly appeared under the gaze of countless people. The edges were twisted and dirty, as if the foundation of the entire sacred world was collapsing.
Of course, people on the earth have now felt this change. The big screen of Times Square suddenly flashed, and the screen switched to real-time news—anomalies in the sky were captured simultaneously by satellites around the world.
However.
Scientists cannot measure the distance.
"God-----What is that?"
An office worker in a suit and tie raised his head, and the coffee cup in his hand fell to the ground with a "clack". Brown liquid splashed on his leather shoes, but he was unaware of it. His pupils reflected the huge, dirty door Gates of Heaven, and black mucus oozed from the cracks in the door.
Like some kind of living thing squirming,
"The end! This is the end!"
A fanatical believer fell to his knees.
He raised his hands high and his voice trembled. The Bible in his arms had already fallen aside. The pages of the book were blown by the wind and turned, finally stopping on a certain page of <Book of Revelation>.
"I saw the heavens opened, and there was a white horse, and the one who sat on the horse was called Faithful and True---
But at this moment, what cracked in the sky was not a holy light, but some kind of creepy filth.
London, Tokyo, Paris, Moscow Major cities around the world fell into chaos. People looked up in horror, some screamed, some prayed, and some picked up their mobile phones to take pictures wildly.
It seems that even if the doomsday comes, these people only care about gaining followers. In addition, there are also many criminals who feel that the doomsday has come and it is time to do whatever they want in the last carnival.
Many lawless elements took the opportunity to riot, the prison was breached, and the city fell into panic. Flames burned on the streets, and police sirens sounded one after another.
The air smelled of scorched earth and fear.
However.
There are really too many doomsday carnival groups.
This may be the discipline Demonss have given humans after they took control of the Hollywood movie.
They come in groups.
Beating, smashing, looting and burning.
This directly makes the already insufficient number of superheroes even have no time to pay attention to the strange phenomena in the sky, and they go all over the city to capture these crazy anti-human beings.
Wonder Woman is also one of them.
After all, New York, where she lives, has one of the highest crime rates on earth.
"You people really make me sick, that little girl is only fifteen years old!" Diana Prince flicked his wrist, Lasso of Truth wrapped around the three armed robbers like a snake.
"However, facing such a child, you want to take away her sandwich?" The golden rope suddenly burst into dazzling light,
Light up the dim street corners like daylight.
"The end of the world! Food is the most important thing!"
The three armed robbers are obviously a special doomsday party. They firmly believe in the principle of "neighbors collect food and we store guns", and the firepower they possess is even more comprehensive than that of the regular US military.
With Lasso of Truth comes into play.
The robbers who wanted to declare that they only followed the philosophy of the jungle and the strong all rolled their eyes.
"Praise God-Emperor Ian!" The leader of the robbers rolled his eyes and shouted with drool at the corner of his mouth, "The glory of God-Emperor Ian will surely purify this dirty world!"
"Praise God Ian! The Emperor of All Dharmas is invincible and omnipotent. He is one, ten thousand, and the Lord of all living beings!" The eyes of several robbers who were tied together were full of piety.
It was as if he was not arrested, but was undergoing some kind of sacred test. To pass this test, it seemed that he had to compare who had more vocabulary to praise Emperor of All Laws.
Wonder Woman sighed tiredly.
It was not because of Lasso of Truth's abnormality. As a very adaptable savage, Diana had already adapted to such a scene. She sighed mainly because the criminal could not be caught.
This is already the seventh batch of brainwashed criminals today.
Ever since that weird Gates of Heaven appeared, the whole New York seemed to have been pressed on a crazy switch. She looked up at the sky, and the dirty Gateway seemed to be becoming more and more visible.
The creeping shadows inside are vaguely visible.
"What on earth is going on?" Diana's heart was filled with uneasy emotions. Compared with the rioting lunatics in the city, she was more concerned about the abnormal situation in the sky.
Just when you are confused, anxious, and uneasy.
suddenly.
Wonder Woman The communicator on his wrist vibrated.
The text message sent by Superman is only one line long.
[This is the fall of Angels, and all members are infected by Filth Disease.] Obviously, Superman has heard the voice of Wonder Woman even though they are many cities apart.
"Nima! What kind of evil is Kryptonian doing? Also, what do you mean Angels is going to fall into the world, and all of them are carrying Filth Disease with them? Could it be that Angelss also like to hold parties in the sky?" Wonder Woman didn't know what to say. She realized that Clark seemed to have gained new abilities in the last incident.
Facts have proved this again.
Wonder Woman I'm just thinking about it in my heart.
Immediately afterwards.
[These are Ian's original words. He is now trying to get into Heaven.] There was another message from Clark. Wonder Woman raised his head and looked at Gates of Heaven in shock.
Good guy.
There really is a figure lying in front of that door trying to open Gates of Heaven.
[I can't get to that door.]
Another text message came.
Wonder Woman saw Superman flying around like a headless fly in the sky. It was flying so fast that her eyesight could not catch the flight trajectory of Superman.
""..."
Wonder Woman looked down at her Lasso of Truth. She felt that she was still a little behind the version. If it was really Angels, maybe she could only help solve ordinary criminals in the city.
Just like Cyborg and Aquaman thought of this one by one, Wonder Woman's complicated heart felt a little more comfortable. She couldn't help but rub her temples and looked at the criminals again.
The constant "Praise Ian" in her ears made her temples jump.
"I know, I've known for a long time, God-Emperor Ian is the most powerful." Wonder Woman complained helplessly, and she pulled the noose to send these fanatical believers to the police station.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred.
The light on Lasso of Truth suddenly surged, as bright as holding the Milky Way. A series of Ian Funny Face appeared on the surface of the rope,
It seems to be the startup animation of this artifact.
[Confirm that it is one of our own]
[God-Beating Whip Mode is turned on]
The words have not yet fallen.
Countless golden thunder suddenly marched from the rope!
Under the dumbfounded gaze of Diana.
Lasso of Truth shows its new form.
"No, this--"
Before he finished speaking, the electric light wrapped around the robbers like living creatures, but strangely did not cause any harm. On the contrary, the robbers who were electrocuted moaned in pleasure.
"Don't stop! Please don't stop!" one of the robbers begged with tears streaming down his face, "This feeling... is so sacred! I'm going to be purified, I feel so sinful!"
"You can ask whatever you want! I'll answer them all! I want to wash away my sins!" Each of the robbers seemed to have turned into penitents. They were lying on the ground begging for forgiveness.
Wonder Woman didn't have much to ask of criminals who knew the facts of their crime. She was more concerned about her own equipment, so she quickly took back Lasso of Truth and used it as a whip and smashed it to the side.
Countless thunders are surging.
They are also praising Ian.
However.
Wonder Woman can clearly sense the power contained in these thunders.
"Specially targeted at the power of gods?"
This moment.
Wonder Woman seems to have a little enlightenment.
[Assemble.]
Another text message from Superman was sent at this time. After finding the new version of Wonder Woman, he looked in the direction of Metropolis. Superman was floating in the sky holding a mobile phone.
What he looked at was Gotham.
"Batman cannot be contacted-.""
Clark glanced around Gotham, but he still didn't find Batman, who likes to hide and seek, but he saw another scene.
Only seen.
The isolation room of Gotham City Research Institute.
Barry·Allen was staring blankly at the electronic clock on the wall. Since the big incident last night, Batman couldn't find the reason for the abnormality in him.
Instead, they insisted that he undergo this isolation and observation.
Barry·Allen, who had trust in Batman, did not refuse. Who would have thought that this stay would last for one night and half a day, and Batman never turned back after he left.
"Fortunately, there is free food here." Barry·Allen sighed and walked to the glass window. He was about to have lunch, but he saw something moving outside.
"Is that you? Bruce?"
Barry·Allen asked tentatively.
Suddenly, the emergency lights outside Isolation Chamber flashed.
Barry frowned alertly, Speed Force trembled slightly in his veins. The next moment, a figure wearing Reverse-Flash uniform appeared in front of the console.
The other person's fingers were tapping rapidly on the keyboard.
"Reverse-Flash!"
Barry subconsciously took half a step back. Then, Isolation Chamber door slid open with a "" sound, Yellow-Clad Speedster raised his head, and a familiar sneer came from under the scarlet mask.
"Run, Flash."
Reverse-Flash's voice had an abnormal sense of urgency,
Before he finished speaking, the yellow lightning had disappeared in the corridor outside. Barry had almost no time to think, Speed Force instinctively rushed to every area of his body.
"Search~"
Flash also turned into a bolt of lightning and chased away.
Go through three security gates.
The two chasing men appeared on the ground.
Reverse-Flash stopped in front of the chaotic street, while Flash was stunned by the anomaly in the sky. On the originally gray Gotham Sky, a huge Gateway was floating like a mirage.
"Did you do this?" Barry's voice trembled with anger.
He punched hard.
Extremely fast.
However, Reverse-Flash easily sidestepped and knocked Barry away with a backhand elbow - his speed had increased so much that Flash found that he couldn't even catch Speed Force in its active state.
"This is what you did! To get faster speed!" Barry was constantly knocked down, got up, and knocked down again. The red uniform wiped long marks on the cement floor.
He also planned to fight back with great determination.
However.
The yellow boots immediately stepped on his chest.
"It has nothing to do with me, and this is not the history I am familiar with. Last night, Lois should have died." Reverse-Flash looked up at the sky.
In his superb electronic music, his tone was rare and dignified.
Barry struggled to get up, but the boot on his chest seemed to be powerful. He could feel that Reverse-Flash's emotions were very confusing.
Like a beacon in the storm.
"Lois is living very well! The world will be fine without you! Why can't you stay in your own time and space!" Barry asked angrily.
These words were like pressing a switch. Reverse-Flash was suddenly furious, and the energy in his scarlet eyes almost burst out. He bent down and grabbed Barry by the collar, grabbing Barry.
"Do you think I don't want to?! You should have learned how to travel through time long ago! But you haven't!" Reverse-Flash's voice was very angry,
His face was extremely distorted due to shaking.
Barry was shocked by this sudden explosion. In his memory, Reverse-Flash was always calm, sarcastic, and at ease. At this moment, this out-of-control enemy felt strange to him. But something even stranger happened. Reverse-Flash's anger came and went faster, and he let go of his hand.
He even helped Barry straighten his torn collar.
"Of course." His tone was as calm as if he was discussing the weather, "Judging from my recent discoveries, this may not be your fault. There are other factors affecting you."
Barry watched blankly as this old enemy changed from rage to calmness as fast as two personalities were switching.
He also planned to ask questions.
"Go find Batman."
Reverse-Flash Take two steps back.
The lightning patterns on the yellow uniform began to glow.
"Wait!" Barry stretched out his hand to catch him, "What do you know?"
The yellow lightning has disappeared at the end of the street, leaving only a series of gradually dissipating afterimages and a sentence floating in the wind. "This time, we are actually on the same side."
On the chaotic streets.
Barry still couldn't realize what happened.
He's always like this.
Speed Force brain is not as useful as Super Brain.
"Reverse-Flash are you all panicking?" This was the only thing Barry realized. The pain in his chest reminded him that everything just now was not an illusion.
He looked up at the Gates of Heaven that was getting clearer and clearer.
"No matter what happened, Bruce must know." While muttering, Barry·Allen wanted to start running. However, he saw a figure slowly descending.
Yes.
Superman. Clark·Kent fell from the sky. The moment the red boots touched the ground, the whole street was shaken. Penguin Gang and Two-Face's Henchmen, who were fighting each other, stopped at the same time.
Like a comedian with the pause button pressed.
"Bruce is not in his manor."
Superman Speak straight to the point.
He ignored the villains who slipped away quietly, just like he had let Reverse-Flash leave just now. At this moment, it seemed to him that only the increasingly clear Gates of Heaven was the crisis that needed to be resolved first.
"How do you know what I'm thinking?" Barry was very surprised. He really wanted to go to the manor to find someone just now, but he didn't expect such a coincidence to happen to Clark.
"I can hear it."
Superman replied calmly.
Hear the words.
Barry's expression changed from shock to horror.
"Super Hearing can hear the voice of the heart? Is this scientific?"
He was extremely shocked inside.
Superman had no explanation, his eyes were always fixed on the sky.
"We have to solve this problem." Clark's voice was extremely solemn. He had no choice but to let him really see Angels and know how invincible Angels is.
"If Bruce is not at home, where is he?" Barry followed Superman's line of sight and looked up, but only saw the twisted door, and could not clearly see the scene in front of the door.
"He is in heaven."
The eyes of Superman reflected scenes invisible to ordinary people - at an altitude of tens of thousands of meters, Bruce rushed out from an unknown Flying Crown.
He was driving a special Batmobile and hit Gates of Heaven.
Tell the truth.
Clark wonders how Batman got there.
He only knows.
My old friend who wanted to break his neck seemed crazy.
Jingran is trying to cooperate with Ian.
Let's rush into Heaven.