Odinforce.
One of the awesome and feared powers in Marvel Universe.
Used by the King of Asgard, it can achieve incredible feats - one of its abilities is that it can distort the dimensions at the interface between reality and illusion.
Just like Odin's single eye can see through all illusions. Ian can use it to blow up King in Yellow that seems to exist and yet does not exist. This is an operation that can be reasonably explained.
Especially after changing its name and naming it Ultra Power, at least Ian himself felt that it was very reasonable. This must not have much to do with King in Yellow being blown away from the throne of God.
"Tiga Bomb!"
[The body was severely damaged, Berserker XP+33]
"Sun Soup Supply!"
[Your body has received energy supplement, Entropy Annihilation Lord experience value +46]
"Tiga Bomb is here again!"
[The body was severely damaged, Berserker XP+33]
Ultra Power from Ian is extremely ferocious.
With the power to influence illusion and reality.
It didn't just blow up the entire Holy City into the sky. The white light appeared again and again, and during the explosion, it finally swallowed up all the sacred places where the Angelss were active.
Even swallowed up Angels's garden.
If there was no invisible force blocking it, perhaps it would also engulf the area where Dean and Sam were standing. Explosions continued one after another, and blazing white light pillars shot straight into the sky.
King in Yellow's body began to burn.
Those everlasting yellow fabrics showed scorch marks.
"Stop resisting? I don't have much time left!" Ian shouted, and the light on his body became brighter and brighter. King in Yellow tried to break free, but those spider legs were motionless as if they were welded to death.
in a fiery explosion.
Ian can be vaguely seen hugging another yellow-robed "tentacle monster" with tentacles all over its body like an octopus. Perhaps, only one of them is truly indescribable.
"Damn! Why are you still resisting! I lied to you! I still have a lot of light! Super Tiga Bomb!" The thirteenth wave exploded, making both Dean and Sam feel the earth shaking.
It's hard to imagine that a person can be so excited when he blows himself up, as if the person he's clinging to is not some evil creature, but an adulteress.
King in Yellow, whose whole body was on fire but still didn't make a sound, tried to tear Ian off his body.
However.
and was not successful.
Its tentacles were like chains in the abyss, whipping and tearing at Ian crazily, but it was unable to stop Ian from adsorbing "stickyly". This could not be regarded as a kind of exogenous pollution.
[Berserker XP+3]
[Wrong data, unable to be absorbed.]
[Berserker XP+2]
[Wrong data, unable to be absorbed.]
In fact, King in Yellow's attack not only failed to contaminate Ian, but also provided some small rewards to Ian. The inability to absorb erroneous data certainly means that Ian cannot be contaminated.
He can't be Cthulhu Ian.
"Sun Soup Supply!"
Ian did not take out the thermos cup, but he could open Extra Dimension in his mouth Barry. The Kryptonian Ancient God thermos cup stored in Extra Dimension was also absorbing energy by him in a unique way.
The energy of Sun God of Krypton rewrapped his broken body, healed his wounds, and rekindled his fighting spirit.
Boom--!
The whole space was shaken by the explosion.
A lot of unclean substances emerged from King in Yellow's body, trying to wrap Ian in it. There was no way, it tried to break free, but Ian was like a curse stuck to it.
I can't get rid of it no matter what.
"I can explode even without light! In fact, there is not only light in my heart, but also...Fel Energy Tiga Bomb!" Ian was infected by Fel Energy, and he has been storing Fel Energy in his liver.
Nourish in secret.
Today.
Mixed with Odinforce and bloom together.
Boom--!
There was another violent explosion, and white and green light illuminated almost everything. As King in Yellow's figure continued to twist, the black mist on his body began to dissipate.
"It can't be blown up! My light can't be blown up at all! This is the power of King of Angels!" This last wave of explosions is the most terrifying, with green and white energy intertwined together.
Forming a huge energy vortex.
The entire Heaven was flooded by the dazzling light.
When the light dissipated, there was only a slowly dissipating mushroom cloud left in the sky. Two Little Black points were faintly visible across the sky, and finally turned into two shining stars.
"By the way, who knows what is in the sky of Heaven?"
Dean and Sam are studying the starry sky structure of Heaven with their necks raised.
"What are you looking at?" A cold voice came from beside me.
The two brothers turned their heads suddenly and saw an almost sharp-looking man standing beside them at some point. His blond hair was like a waterfall, and his eyes were dancing with blazing white flames.
The scariest thing was his expression - it was like someone owed him thousands of years of unpaid wages.
Before brother Winchester could speak, the man had already drawn a circle in the sky. The golden Halo unfolded, and Ian and King in Yellow, which had turned into stars, were trapped in it.
Removed from Heaven.
"Who are you?!" Dean instinctively touched his waist - however, his Demon Hunting Gun had already flown to nowhere. The boy might have thought that the sudden appearance of the guy was not a good one.
What kind of thing is it like the devil who counterattacked Heaven.
"Shut your mouth, I need to be quiet." The man didn't even bother to look at him, he just stared at the ruins of Holy City in the distance, the flames in his eyes beating more violently.
"He is the real King of Angels, Michael."
Another voice sounded.
The two brothers turned their heads and saw a black-haired Angels dressed in a decent robe walking slowly. He had a gentle smile on his face and carried a scholar-like elegant temperament in his movements.
"Are you all Angels?" Sam's voice was trembling.
"Yes."
The black-haired Angels nodded slightly.
"I am Uriel, responsible for restraining the scope of influence under the will of the Lord."
He introduced himself.
At this time, Michael finally turned his head and stared at Uriel with flaming eyes.
"Restraint? That guy blew up Holy City." His tone was terrifyingly calm, like the dead silence before the storm, as if he was questioning whether Uriel might have neglected his duty.
Uriel's smile froze on his face.
"Uh"
He touched his nose.
"I guess even I can't calculate everything accurately."
The wry smile that Ian failed to show many times materialized on Uriel's face.
Michael's eyes did not move away.
Keep staring at Archangel Uriel.
Facing the strongest Angels, Uriel was also a little frightened.
He quickly explained.
"The main thing is that I didn't expect that Amenadiel, who was supposed to be guarding Holy City, would actually think that other Angels had been infected, so he couldn't escape the Lord's punishment."
"His faith in the Lord was too devout, so... he fell into the mortal world with other Angels." His expression was very strange, and it was obvious that Cherub had also lost his mind.
His wisdom prevented him from predicting that Amenadiel really had no wisdom. Originally, pollution had no effect on Amenadiel, but Amenadiel chose "self-deception".
Regarding this.
Michael couldn't help but rub his temples after hearing this.
"Maybe I shouldn't have let that guy in, he is more courageous than I expected." Michael's tone was full of annoyance. It was really hard for him to imagine that someone would dare to blow up God's residence.
Uriel stood aside, his hands folded in the sleeves of his robe, his expression calm.
"If you don't open the door, he will still come in." He turned his head slightly and looked at the area Ian walked through before, "We can all see how bright the glory is blooming on his body."
"Even more than you and me."
Uriel is obviously implying something.
"What do you mean by that?" Michael turned his head sharply, his blazing white pupils filled with scrutiny, and his voice was low and dangerous.
"No one dares to bomb God's residence, unless that person..." Uriel did not answer directly, but looked at the sky of Heaven, as if thinking about something.
He was not able to finish his words.
"Don't think blindly, that boy is not God, it's just that the Lord's eyes lingered on him." Michael interrupted coldly, with a decisive tone.
Uriel did not flinch, but smiled softly.
"Then tell me, how long has it been since you heard His voice?" He was not timid this time, but looked directly at Michael, his tone full of meaning.
Michael's face became extremely gloomy.
He was silent for a few seconds and then sneered, "Do you think you can shake my belief like this? Stop trying to influence me and put away your little tricks."
"After that, I also want to advise you, Uriel-Don't be smart, always try to figure out the Lord's thoughts." After saying that, he suddenly spread out his extremely bright wings.
The figure turned into a blazing white light and disappeared into the sky.
Uriel looked quietly at the direction he was leaving, without any fluctuation in his eyes. He slowly turned around and looked at Winchester Brothers--Dean and Sam standing on the grass.
At this time, Dean and Sam looked at each other. The amount of information in the conversation just now was too much for them to digest. Sam hesitated for a while but couldn't help but ask.
"Is Ian really Angels?"
He still can't accept the style of painting that Ian showed before. Look how cool Michael was when he left. The wings with full special effects and the so-called wings of Ian are completely two different things.
"That's not a question you should ask." Uriel kept smiling, his voice was very soft, but it carried an unquestionable meaning. Angels still cannot help but feel arrogant when facing mortals.
"Well, we just want to go home now."
Dean is not asking for trouble.
He wants to leave this damn Heaven as soon as possible.
"Of course it's okay, you don't belong here." Uriel turned his head, his deep gaze fell on Dean, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a gentle but elusive smile.
"However, it will take some time. Before that, just tell me what you want." His voice was soft and comforting.
Dean raised his eyebrows and said without hesitation, "Fine wine."
Sam glanced at his brother, and then whispered, "... Mom."
Dean turned his head sharply. "Can it still be like this?"
Uriel chuckled, "Anything is fine."
After his words fell, the surrounding light was slightly distorted, as if some invisible force was weaving reality. However, in the expectant eyes of Dean and Sam.
Uriel spoke slowly again.
"However, you must also agree to my small request."
His tone was as gentle as ever.
But Dean immediately became alert at this moment.
"What request?"
The eyes of the eldest brother in Winchester Brothers were on guard. Uriel's eyes crossed Dean and landed on Sam - or in other words, his eyes were staring at Lucifer's skin.
"I'm going to put something inside your brother."
Uriel whispered his request.
The air is a little subtle.
"No problem."
Sam had almost no hesitation.
He nodded directly in agreement.
He really wanted to know what kind of person his mother was.
"Wait! Wait!" Dean suddenly stood in front of his brother, staring at Uriel with wide eyes, "You shouldn't be talking about a 'certain part' on your body, right?"
The alertness in the big boy's eyes became even more intense.
"??????"
Cherub's smile froze on his face for the second time.
After a few seconds of silence, Uriel took a deep breath and tried to maintain an elegant tone, "No, no, it's just some little secrets that are harmless to him."
"I want to hide it in someone who no one would expect." Angels may not like to lie, but like Ian, they don't tell the whole truth most of the time.
Dean and Sam are still too young.
"A secret?"
Dean is a little confused.
But before he could continue to ask, Uriel had already waved his hand gently - and the next second, a bottle of fine wine with golden light appeared in the air.
The wine flows slowly in the bottle, as if it contains the brilliance of stars. Next to the wine, a familiar figure gradually solidifies - Mary·Winchester.
Winchester Brothers's mother was standing there, watching them tenderly. Sam looked a little trembling, Dean was also stunned, and Mary had opened his arms to them at this time.
The two brothers rushed forward almost instinctively.
Hugged her tightly.
Uriel stood aside, watching this scene quietly with deep eyes. His fingertips moved slightly, and an almost imperceptible ray of light quietly penetrated into Sam's back. Whether it was Dean or Sam, they were still immersed in the warmth of reunion, and no one noticed the fleeting light.
The operation of Cherub is very covert.
Almost no one could see it - I say almost because Michael was a witness. He did not really leave, but stared at everything in the inseparable Heaven of Heavens.
However.
Even after witnessing the operation of Uriel, the blazing King of Angels did not stop him. He just watched quietly, and after a moment, he turned his eyes to the world again.
The figures of Ian and King in Yellow were reflected in his pupils - after being exiled by Michael's use rights, the two filthy objects in Michael's eyes fell directly into the world.
"Boom!!!"
On Vatican's St. Peter's Square, a dazzling fire fell from the sky and hit Washington Monument in the center. Gravel flew, smoke and dust flew everywhere, and tourists screamed and ran away.
In the smoke and dust, Ian got up in disgrace, and the eight spider legs unfolded again. He shook his head, and at a glance he saw King in Yellow lying at the bottom of the pit. The originally mysterious yellow robe was now in tatters, and the hood was torn in half, revealing the looming twisted posture underneath.
He is very weak.
But it's just weak.
Those yellow cloths that looked like they were being burned were turning into fine dust floating in the air. The dust floating in the air would suddenly distort at specific angles.
Every particle of dust glows with a sickly dark yellow luster, refracting a dizzying twisted halo in the sunlight - the air is filled with an indescribable smell, not a stink, nor a fragrance, just like you are trying to recall a smell that has never existed. The blankness itself is actually part of the pollution.
Invisible pollution is spreading around.
"Oh! God! What happened!"
"They fell from the sky... My eyes, my eyes fell out!"
"Can't look at it! Can't look at them!"
The surrounding tourists were frightened. Some screamed to call the police, some knelt down to pray, and more people just stood there, unable to believe that they were being polluted. Their eyeballs began to tremble in unison, and their pupils expanded and contracted, as if they were resisting some kind of image that was invading their optic nerves.
Someone knelt down to pray.
I didn't expect it to actually work.
So.
More and more people rushed into the church.
Accepting the last trace of sacred protection remaining in the church.
outside.
Large areas of the city are falling.
The water in the fountain turned into a dirty color at some point, and countless blurry human faces appeared on the surface. Those faces had no facial features, only mouths that were constantly opening and closing.
Simultaneously repeating gibberish that no one can understand.
"No, I've worked so hard, why don't you want to die?" Ian rushed forward without saying a word, straddling King in Yellow, and strangled the opponent's neck with both hands.
Return to the human world again.
This is an unexpected situation for Ian.
He was in an extremely small city, and Ultra Bomb didn't dare to use it as he pleased. Now he could only start to mentally build himself up with difficulty.
"Do you want to eat it? You still have to eat it... it tastes terrible. There are no experience and rewards yet..." Ian freed up a hand and took out the Holy Sword from behind.
It is really difficult for him to accept sashimi Cthulhu.
I also want to try something else.
This weapon that was on strike in Heaven is now rekindled Holy Flame.
"Ha! Sure enough, if you leave that broken chair, you will be a more advanced Evil God!" Ian was so happy that he stabbed Holy Sword into King in Yellow's chest without hesitation.
This time, the blade did not fail.
Blazing white flames crazily poured into King in Yellow's body along the sword blade, and the yellow robe began to burn. The cloth was twisted and carbonized in the flames, revealing the indescribable chaos underneath. Strangely, King in Yellow still didn't make any sound, just watching Ian quietly as if thinking about something.
His true nature has been exposed.
Under the burning of Holy Sword, that layer of hypocritical "human form" was torn apart, revealing countless intertwined indescribable, wriggling tentacles and a core of terror that ordinary people could not see directly.
Pollution is spreading, as if there is an invisible hand, fiddling with the boundaries of reality. There is an indescribable smell in the air, like rotten reason.
It's also like a ballad filled with filth.
People fell one after another, their bodies twisted and mutated, patterns that did not belong to this world appeared in their pupils, and they murmured ancient words in their mouths.
Everyone is reciting the gospel of King in Yellow. Perhaps the continuous burning of Holy Sword can end King in Yellow, but at this moment, Ian knows that he does not have the time to fight for a long time.
"Sure enough, the two artifacts were sent to me, and they must be put to use." Seeing countless people suffer, he quickly took out God-Killing Gun Colt.
Tell the truth.
He really didn't predict that Heaven would fall out. Ian did not hesitate, took out Colt God-Killing Gun, raised the muzzle of the gun, and pointed it at the exposed essence of King in Yellow's forehead.
He pulled the trigger.
"Bang--!"
A crisp gunshot pierced the sky and the earth, as if even time and space had stopped at this moment. At this moment, Ian seemed to see the trajectory of the bullet in the air.
The bullet flew out of the gun.
There are no gorgeous special effects, no dazzling light, and no deafening explosions. The bullet just shines like the regular Iron Rule and directly penetrates the King in Yellow.
This artifact that can kill everything first gave King in Yellow the concept of death, and then used this concept as a weakness to shoot through his essence in an extremely domineering manner.
I saw that King in Yellow's body shook violently, the floating eyes closed instantly, the tentacles stopped squirming, and the entire existence seemed to be hit by some invisible law. For the first time, he showed a "painful" expression, although that face did not belong to any known face or emotional system of the creature.
The color on King in Yellow's body began to disappear, like a mural washed away by rain, the colors peeling off layer by layer, and the black mist that once wrapped around him gradually dissipated.
death.
has arrived.
The indescribable Evil God's whole body felt like a statue.
It is constantly cracking.
"I will be back." He finally spoke to Ian for the first time, without any emotion, and his voice seemed to be whispering directly in the depths of Ian's mind.
"No, you can't come back." Ian pointed Colt at Necronomicon, which fell to Heaven with him and King in Yellow. It was lying quietly on the ground not far away.
This is the real source.
If God gave Ian two bullets, it proved that he must fire two shots - Ian figured this out and once again pointed at the Necronomicon without hesitation and pulled the trigger.
The gunfire exploded in the night, like a bolt of thunder from Divine Punishment. The second bullet roared out, passed through the air, and accurately hit the cult book the Bible titled <Necronomicon>.
There was no explosion.
Necronomicon begins to crack.
The cover that was originally glowing with a strange luster began to fade quickly, as if it was directly disintegrated by some invisible force. When the spine of the book cracked, a series of dark shadows spurted out from the cracks.
It was not an ordinary book, it was a taboo container. At first, it was just a few thin threads of black shadow seeping out from the cracks in the spine, and in a blink of an eye, it expanded into a wave that covered the sky and the sun.
Those shadows are twisting.
They are as twisted as mist and as shrill as ghosts. They are the sighs of indescribable things. Unspeakable darkness hovers and roars in the sky, blocking out the sky and the sun.
On the stained glass of the church in the distance, the saint's face is slowly melting. The last sacred power, amid the chaotic dance of these demons, can no longer protect the people hiding inside.
"Oh! No!!"
"Someone save us! I don't want to become a monster!"
"It's over! It's over!"
On the dome mural, twisted tentacles quietly appeared between God's fingers and Adam's fingers. Every visitor who looked up saw this detail.
The church is being eroded.
The whole city is being eroded.
Each shadow stretched out countless claw-like arms, grabbing at the surroundings. The air was polluted, the light was swallowed up, and the entire sky above Vatican instantly fell into darkness.
It's like the end is coming.
"So, King in Yellow is just the first individual to invade and revive, and there are so many evil Cthulhu creatures hiding in Necronomicon." Ian stood there and looked up at the sky.
He could feel the existence of those black shadows - each one was an afterimage of Cthulhu Evil God. Some were shaped like octopuses, some were as huge as mountains, and some were formless and formless.
All shadows are just constantly splitting and replicating, eroding the boundaries of reality like viruses. Those black shadows cover the sky and hover in the sky, making roars that do not belong to any language system. A black car was hit by a black shadow on the way to escape, and instantly rolled and hit a stone pillar.
The sound of metal deforming mixed with screams.
The silver the Cross hanging on the rearview mirror has been corroded into the shape of blinking eyes, and the "huge" Pope and a group of clergy emerged from it.
"Holy Sword was used at this time." Ian pulled out the burning Holy Sword from the wreckage of King in Yellow. The last form of King in Yellow collapsed into ashes in an instant.
He suddenly raised Holy Sword--with all his strength.
Under the dumbfounded gaze of Pope and all the bishops, the young Jianfeng pointed, and the blazing white Holy Flame poured down like a celestial river, turning into a torrent of light that reached the sky and the earth.
Holy Flame swept out with a devastating force. Wherever it passed, the black shadows were evaporated before they even had time to scream. The dirty souls were like snow meeting boiling soup in the pure Holy Flame.
Melted instantly.
Ashes are falling.
[Exception data analysis completed, new general data has been added to your [Mimicry Armor] - Myriad Manifestations.] The system suddenly gave a prompt at this time.
"No, it's my new career." Ian walked to the wreckage of Necronomicon. At this time, Necronomicon had turned into a black notebook again.
He held it in his hand but failed to get any system feedback.
"Where is Outer Universe, and where is Outer Universe hidden inside." Ian shook Death Note, but nothing came out. He threw Death Note to the ground angrily and stepped on it several times.
Seeing that there were still remaining black shadows squirming and struggling on the ground around them.
Ian waved Holy Sword again.
The blazing white light washed over every corner of the square like a tide. It reflected on every shocked face, those pupils that were originally eroded by pollution.
These people who were harmed by Outer Universe pollution all had wisps of black mist emerging from their bodies, making silent screams in the flames, and then disappeared into ashes.
A priest raised his hand tremblingly.
Watching the strange runes that originally spread on his skin melt away like ice and snow. His eyes returned from chaos to clarity, and his lips were trembling but he couldn't say a word.
"Oh, what happened?"
"Oh my God! We are saved!"
"Who is that guy? A superhero?"
"I feel like he is like Angels descending into the world!"
Everyone regained their clarity under the illumination of Holy Flame - the entire sky was also illuminated, as if dawn had arrived early, and Ian was standing in the most dazzling position at this time.
"You should be one of us!"
The remaining black shadow behind him tried to fight back.
However, it started to burn within a range of close to 100 meters.
Turned into Mars floating in the sky.
People stood there blankly, their eyes invariably focused on the center of the square, where the boy stood next to the broken Washington Monument. The dazzling boy looked like a judge who had stepped out of the myth.
The burning sword in his hand was gradually extinguishing.
However, this does not affect the emotions in people's hearts when they look at him.
"Very good, it's all merit, full of merit, all the merit of Lord Ian." Ian looked around, nodded with satisfaction, and then walked towards Pope who fell on the ground.
Pope's old face was full of shock. He looked up at the approaching young man, and his fingers unconsciously grasped the robe. At this moment, Pope felt as if he had regained his faith.
"Are you Angels?"
Pope asked in an extremely pious voice. At that moment, he seemed to have seen the arrival of Seraph recorded in ancient books, which was sacred and could not be looked directly at.
"Yeah, you actually have one less Angels to worship, that is me, but I don't care, you can just worship me more in the future." Ian has not awakened a new profession.
So he wants to save his gains.
The boy's voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.
"I don't know who you are..." Pope's throat rolled. He didn't even dare to shiver, he just stared at the Mimicry meat wings that suddenly appeared behind Ian.
They are wings made of real pure meat.
Myriad Manifestations.
Not only can it simulate the forms of Cthulhu Evil God.
"Of course I am Rose Superman who ascended to heaven after death and then transformed into the flesh-shredded sky..." Ian was about to announce his honorary name when a familiar female voice suddenly sounded behind him.
"It seems that you have experienced another story of your own."
It's Lady Death, long time no see.
Sure enough, she had already arrived.
Ian turned around and saw Lady Death leaning on the edge of the fountain, the hem of her black dress swaying slightly in the wind, holding the Death Note book full of footprints in her hand.
"It's pure garbage. I tried it and wrote [pervert who likes little boys] on it, but Pope and these bishops are still alive. Pure garbage Death Note."
Ian pointed at Pope and the clergy in front of him.
"??????"
Not only did Lady Death's expression freeze on his face, but even the trembling Pope and the cardinals shrank back in horror after hearing these words.
They didn't know who Ian was talking to, but they knew very well that they were once again at the gate of hell. Several clergymen all hugged each other and shivered.
Ian ignored them, but stared at the notebook in Lady Death's hand.
"It seems there are no Outer Universe fragments inside?"
He asked about something that bothered him.
Regarding this.
Lady Death also nodded and answered, "This is just a carrier for smuggling. In fact, I think the hometown of these dirty things has not really been destroyed."
"If I'm not wrong, it should be that for some reason, these evil beings would rather give up their original power to escape from the universe where they don't have Destruction yet."
Her slender fingers gently caressed the cover of <Death Note>.
"It's so unqualified to come to visit without bringing a gift." Ian was still regretting that he only obtained the Mimicry ability, which was purely useless. His Evil God face was much scarier than Cthulhu Evil God's other forms.
"Can't we counterattack their universe?" The unwilling little boy held Holy Sword in his hand with full confidence. He felt that he still had a chance to eat the universe fragments of the Cthulhu world.
Hearing this, Lady Death closed the book and sighed lightly.
"Then we have to find where it originally came from - I didn't expect that this book has been hidden in Heaven." There was a hint of annoyance in her tone.
Apparently, I have searched hard but to no avail.
There was dead silence in the square.
Even Pope remained kneeling and froze in place. He had no idea who Ian was talking to. However, he could realize that he seemed to have heard something terrible.
"So, can you find out who brought it to our universe in the first place?" Ian's mask "clicked" and deformed several times, and the big mouth on the mask turned into an annoyed expression.
"Perhaps, but there is a difficult problem now. There is some kind of force interfering with my investigation." Lady Death weighed the Death Note in his hand with a puzzled tone.
"Is he the boss of Cthulhus?"
Ian speculates that those Cthulhu creatures want to escape from the original universe, probably because the Outer Universe invasion disturbed their master, which is the so-called Blind Idiot God Azathoth.
"My omniscience cannot cover Outer Universe." Although Lady Death said she didn't know, the more she looked at the dagger in Ian's hand that had extinguished Holy Flame.
It's obvious.
Lady Death has a guess in his mind.
It's just that she's not as courageous as Ian.
"Anyway, the remaining pollution has not been completely solved. Maybe you should go back to your city to help your family." Lady Death suddenly changed the topic.
"Metropolis is in trouble again?"
Ian knocked several clergymen unconscious before speaking.
In case they overhear the fact that Stocking Angel is still alive in the world.
"It's not a big problem, but a dozen Angels fell from Heaven before, and they all smashed into Metropolis." Lady Death said, raising his hand and showing a picture to Ian.
Only seen.
Among the images that were more realistic than a high-definition movie, Ian saw his deskmate Little Punk Girl, holding up the staff he had given him, and banging on the heads of several unconscious Angels.
There is a lot of dirty mucus seeping out from the broken bodies of these Angels, trying to pollute the surrounding environment. Jordan is protecting Jonathan who is unconscious for unknown reasons.
"What happened to my elder brother?"
Ian suddenly became nervous.
"Who knows."
Lady Death's eyes swayed slightly.
Just as Ian flew directly into the sky.
On the other side - Jonathan·Kent was huddled in an endless darkness. He was blaming himself for not only being useless, but also putting his relatives and Ian's friends into crisis.
"I thought they were just a few unconscious passers-by... I didn't expect so many monsters to appear on them." Jonathan hugged his knees in the darkness.
I regret very much that I have been so kind.
He didn't know if he was already in Hell. His last memory was of Ian's friends and his younger brother, struggling to resist those weird slime creatures.
Jonathan At that time, he wanted to use the tools on the roadside to help, but suddenly he felt as if his head had been hit hard, and then he fell directly into this boundless darkness.
Just like the nightmare I had before.
When Jonathan searched everywhere but could not find his statue, he began to pray to the gods. If he wanted punishment, he would only punish himself, hoping that the gods would lend a helping hand to Jordan and Madison who were attacked.
And at this time.
Suddenly, a ray of light pierced the darkness.
Jonathan raised his head blankly and found that the surrounding darkness receded like a tide, replaced by a pure white space - no sky, no land, no boundaries, only a soft white. In the distance, an old-fashioned leather sofa stood there alone, and in front of the sofa was a TV that was playing a program.
"What's going on?"
Jonathan stood up hesitantly and walked towards the sofa. There was no one on the sofa, but <Armor Hero> was playing on the TV - it was Ian's favorite tokusatsu drama when he was a child.
It seems that I like to watch it even when I grow up.
At this time, the hero on the screen had just lost his ability to transform, but he still stood in front of the monster to protect civilians.
"Even if I lose the ability to transform, I can still defeat you!" The protagonist on the TV wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his extremely firm tone was transmitted to Jonathan's ears through the speaker.
"Can you really be a hero without power? Like me, I can only do bad things..." Jonathan sighed bitterly. He didn't know why he would dream of such a scene.
The story on the TV continues.
A group of young men wearing armor fight side by side, never flinching in the face of evil. They are not gods, nor are they invincible, but they possess faith, courage and the spirit of sacrifice.
"The real hero is not how much weight you can lift, but how much responsibility you are willing to bear for others." One of the figures seemed to be teaching the villain a lesson.
It's like talking to the audience outside the TV.
"Like dad, does he still have Ian?"
Jonathan whispered in a low voice.
Just then.
A gentle voice sounded in his ear.
"Why can't it be you too? Everyone has their own story. Maybe it's just that your legend hasn't begun yet." This voice appeared very suddenly.
Jonathan turned around suddenly and saw an old man in pajamas walking slowly. He had gray hair, a kind smile on his face, but his eyes were as deep as the stars in the sky.
"Are you...?"
Jonathan asked hesitantly.
The old man did not answer, but walked to the TV, reached out and took out a silver belt from the screen. It looked brand new, and there was an obvious groove in the center.
"If you are so eager to help others, maybe I can give you some help." The old man handed the belt to him and put it directly into Jonathan's hands.
"This is just a dream, right? Or... Evil God is confusing me again." Jonathan wanted to return the belt, but found that it seemed to be stuck to his hand.
"What is this..."
His eyes widened.
"It's the miracle you hope for." The old man said softly. He finally smiled at Jonathan, turned and walked towards the end of the white, and his figure gradually disappeared into the white space.
The surrounding white space begins to fade.
Jonathan opened his eyes suddenly.
The harsh metal banging sound and shouting immediately flooded into the eardrums.
"Quick, go find Ian! I have no strength, these guys' heads are so hard, I can't even break them!" Madison's voice came from the defense line not far away.
It was accompanied by a muffled "bang" sound, like the sound of a streetlight pole hitting something hard.
"You are a witch! A witch!"
Jordan's shouts were filled with panic.
"Ian said, this is what witches are like!" Madison retorted breathlessly, "Learning magic is just to show your talent. When you encounter enemies that cannot be defeated by magic, you have to use real methods!"
There was another "dong-dong" knocking sound, accompanied by the hoarse howl of some kind of creature.
Jonathan struggled to hold himself up.
He found himself lying in a makeshift isolation room.
"Just like that notebook, things in dreams appear in reality." Jonathan lowered his head and looked at his waist. A sci-fi-looking belt was quietly wrapped around his waist.
The groove in the center of the belt emits a faint blue light.
It's not just the belt that's glowing.
Even the statues he collected - Zeus, Odin, Shiva... all the statues were shining with strange light at this moment, as if responding to the call of the belt.
among all the twinkling idols.
The statue of Shiva Statue, who always ate up the curry rice offered to him, shone brightest. Jonathan grabbed Shiva Statue by accident and inserted it into the groove of his belt.
"Click."
A crisp sound of fit sounded, and in an instant, dazzling light spurted out from the belt!
"Boom--!!!"
Amidst the deafening explosion.
The temporary shelter built with car parts collapsed. Madison and Jordan, who were fighting monsters, turned around in shock and saw a figure running out from the metal fragments flying in the sky.
This is a figure shrouded in Four-Armed Armor. The most shocking thing is the dancing flame hair. Every wisp of flames dances with the rhythm of Destruction and regeneration.
"Jordan! What am I talking about! People must have faith! When I get back, I will have Ian's statue consecrated to me!" Jordan's familiar voice came from the armor.
"????!!!!"
Jordan was stunned.
He and Madison stared in astonishment at the center of the armor's forehead, which was full of special effects. An extremely brilliant divine light burst out, and then Annihilation destroyed the pollution derivatives flowing out of all the Angelss on the ground. Then, the four arms of this "Armor Hero" unfolded at the same time, and the drumbeat of Dance of Destruction suddenly sounded in the sky and earth.
Those filthy things that fell on Angels were dancing to the beat of the drums - and then walked towards Destruction.
"Is this okay?"
"Your eldest brother went to India for further study!"
This scene.
Except for Jordan and Madison.
In fact, there was a third party witnessing it.
"Tsk tsk tsk~"
Los Angeles.
Light Bar.
Lucifer was standing in front of a dozen TV screens, the wine glass placed to his mouth stopped slightly. He squinted his eyes and stared at the picture displayed on one of the TVs.
"What happened to that mortal? How come a belt appeared out of thin air in his hand and he used the belt to transform?" The female bartender Demons came to the TV with a surprised look on her face.
Lucifer did not answer.
Just staring at the picture on the TV screen.
He took a sip of wine.
"What else could it be... It's just what you think." Finally, Lucifer answered in a very unhappy manner, mainly because he thought of the person who made him unhappy.
"The eldest son of the Superman family has the support of your bastard father? Didn't that old guy always say that he doesn't like to interfere with human life and free will?"
As Demons, the female bartender certainly doesn't have the slightest respect for God.
Hear the words.
Lucifer is very satisfied with the attitude of the female bartender.
"This is the most interesting part." He stretched out his hand and pointed it at his wine glass. A little bit of the frost in Hell seeped out, cooling the whiskey in the glass.
"That's actually just a toy priced at 19.9 with free shipping on Amazon. Yes, don't look at me like that. Even in its current state, it's just a toy with free shipping... That's why I said this universe is really interesting." Lucifer looked at another TV with [Evil God Funny Face] on it.
"Earth-53."
Lord of Hell whispered softly in his mouth.
"Huh? What are we in Earth-53 now?"
The female bartender glanced at her master with some confusion. As far as she knew, there should be only 52 earths in Multiverse. How could the number fifty-three appear?