Superman stood in front of the window of the semi-finished wooden house, staring at the roadside job recruitment banner in the direction of Gotham. Not only were the corners of his eyes twitching, but the muscles in his cheeks were beating uncontrollably.
No way.
Who made the old father have good eyes and ears?
Not only did he see with his own eyes that Ian was deceiving a group of Angels who had lost their power, but he also heard Madison holding a loudspeaker and shouting something like "Heaven re-employment project" in broken Latin.
"Puff, puff."
Demon Bull Head made a sound cautiously.
After seeing Superman's increasingly distorted expression, this Hell creature was completely panicked. It obviously thought that its poor imitation had angered this God of Mankind.
Otherwise.
I can't explain why the most controlling Superman can't even control his facial muscles.
"This is all what God Ian forced me to do!" Demon Minotaur suddenly slipped to his knees, his head slid three meters away on the wooden floor, and stopped right at Superman's feet, crying bitterly.,"I don't want to either! I'm just a very ordinary Trash Can! But God Ian insists that I follow the example of other dirty Demons and use my voice to confuse you."
It was obviously that Demons's nature and instinct had been aroused. This guy secretly raised his eyes to look at Superman's livid face, and his voice became smaller and smaller, full of fear and uneasiness.
"Please please don't crush my head."
Can you not be afraid?
Demon Bull Head knows that the power of Superman in front of him is getting more and more evil, and there is even a vague divinity looming in the opponent's body. God knows what version of Superman he encountered.
"Shut up now." Superman rubbed his temples and sighed. He turned around and saw Jordan standing at the door at some point, staring straight at Demon Head on the ground.
Clark's muscles trembled uncontrollably again - don't forget, he is Superman who can hear his heart now. Even if his second son doesn't say anything, he knows exactly what he is thinking.
Of course, Demon Bull Head does not have this ability, but after all, it also has the perception method of Demons. Seeing the strange look in Jordan's eyes, it was so frightened that its whole head began to fade crazily.
"Don't let him come here! Please! Superman!"
It is hard to imagine that there will be such a day when Demons is asking Superman for help.
"..."
Superman directly put Demon Head into a wooden box. Demon Head did not refuse, but felt a sense of security. Superman sent it directly to the North Pole together with the box.
Fortress of Solitude.
The round trip does not take much time for the current Clark. He also brought back Lois who was placed in Fortress of Solitude. Along the way, he was often bombarded with dissatisfied tone by Lois.
The old father was certainly in a depressed mood.
After returning to New New Home, the old father saw Jordan still looking at the window.
"Go out and work!" Superman picked up Jordan's collar and strode towards the door. Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he heard Lois put down his luggage and said in a dissatisfied tone.
"Ian said you didn't allow him to buy me a big house because of jealousy." After regaining the mobile phone signal, Lois held the phone and saw the delayed text message he had just received.
"Meow meow meow~"
A Orange Cat came out of the handbag at his feet. At this time, he was rubbing the ankle of Lois, which had a high-end can. It imitated the cat's meow and was carried into Lois's arms.
"Speak."
Lois holds up the mobile phone.
Clark showed Ian's 5,000-word essay in Weibo style. It makes sense that the master of a scholar is a complainer. Superman just feels that today is the most difficult day since he was born.
"You also know that Ian likes to exaggerate sometimes... Our little home is quite warm, and we should set an example and not condone Ian's lavish spending behavior."
Clark and Super Brain are used in similar scenarios.
In his haste, he gained wisdom.
He gave a very wise answer.
Makes sense.
But women often don't like to reason.
"Is that so?"
Lois raised his eyebrows and slid his finger on the phone screen. "But he said that he earned his hard-earned money from Bruce by relying on his own ability and the hard work of being hammered into the account for eighty yuan."
Mom raised her head and looked at Clark.
"I think maybe he just wants to honor us?"
Of course, a woman's way of thinking is more emotional. When she thinks of Ian working illegally for Bruce to earn money to buy her a big house, she feels extremely warm in her heart.
Of course.
There are also reasons why Lois might not want to live in a big house.
Every woman dreams of living in a big house.
"..."
Clark listened to Lois's statement and couldn't find a reason to refute it for a while. After all, Ian seemed to be right - the little essay Ian wrote to Lois was so terrifying.
A short essay with some truth and some falsehood.
It's really overwhelming.
"Actually, we also like Big House."
After Jordan was found out, he was processing wood with Jonathan. He seized the opportunity to express his demands to Clark, and by the way, he also roped in Jonathan, who actually didn't care.
"You can make money by yourself through legal channels to buy the things you want to buy." Clark's sincere teachings did not give the second brother a deep understanding.
"I'm making money, I'm making money."
The second brother has found his own way of making money.
However, all his thoughts were clearly seen by Clark.
"Jordan, I've already warned you, it's not a legal way to register your superheroes with inactive superheroes and then sell them the so-called Kryptonian Health Supplement."
Clark was very helpless and used a low voice to try to get Jordan to go back to the right path - however, he found that Jordan was beginning to prefer going to a private hospital to sell Krypton's descendants.
"..."
The old father was dumbfounded.
Obviously we have encountered the most difficult Krypton crisis in history.
"This is not an ordinary health product."
"I really added some of my blood to it, so how can it not be considered the real Kryptonian Health Supplement? If I don't sell Ian, sooner or later they will have to arrest me and take his Health Supplement Factory."
Jordan didn't know that his thoughts were clearly penetrated, but he responded confidently. It was obvious that like Lois, he liked to peek into Ian's notebook.
But what Lois loved to see was Ian's Diary, and after he awakened Super Brain, he realized that he could peek at Ian's [Business Plan] while Ian was out.
Of course.
Here Jordan is actually a slightly exaggerated description of Ian's grand plan. The [Business Plan] record clearly stated that he was tricked into working as a tester at Silicone Molding Factory.
"..."
The silence of the old father is always so loud.
Fortunately, only he can hear Jordan's voice.
Lois was more concerned about the accommodation environment tonight. While petting the cat that came out of her handbag, she looked at the unfinished wooden bed.
"I think the backrest should be ergonomically designed so that we can lean on it when reading and studying at night." Lois made a request to Jonathan who was working.
"No problem."
The eldest brother agreed immediately.
"You look quite skilled." Lois sat on the semi-finished sofa, gently stroking Orange Cat in his arms with his fingers, but his eyes were fixed on the bed backrest that Jonathan was carving.
She watched her son wearing that mysterious armor, holding a carving knife and dancing wildly on the wood. Amidst the flying wood chips, a twisted human figure gradually took shape - it was a strange image that seemed to be belly dancing, with its limbs twisted at impossible angles, and the expression on his face was half-smiling.
"."
Lois's hand petting the cat suddenly stopped.
"Dear." She tried to stay calm and her tone was a bit difficult to explain. "I don't think this is an ergonomic design. Did you carve a dancing person on it?"
To be honest, Lois doesn't dare to think about what kind of nightmare it is when I sleep on this bed at night with my back against the back of the bed, as if I am lying in the arms of an Indian Asan.
"Hahaha~"
Jordan laughed so hard that my stomach hurt.
Jonathan, who was wearing armor, scratched his head in embarrassment. He looked at the tool in his hand, "Well, I didn't actually want to carve it like this. It just happened to be a mistake."
The carving knife in his hand moved again, trying to correct the distorted human form. However, after his "correction", the image on the back gradually changed from a distorted person to an even more distorted person.
Now that "person" looks like he's performing some kind of cult ritual.
"So, the price of wearing this armor is that your aesthetics will be affected?" Lois took out a bottle of red wine that he carried with him in his handbag.
She is trying hard to accept and understand the current scene. Her mother also heard about Jonathan. Although she was shocked, she was actually happy for Jonathan.
After all, she has always been most worried that the incompetent Jonathan will have some psychological problems because of his status as an ordinary person, so even now she is trying hard to care about Jonathan's feelings.
"I don't know either."
Jonathan answered honestly, but the movements of his hands did not stop. The sawdust continued to fly, and the carvings on the backrest had now turned into a mass of indescribable lines.
It can be vaguely seen as three entangled human shapes.
Lois's expressions are getting more and more exciting.
Drink red wine vigorously.
"I'll do it."
Clark finally couldn't stand it any longer, and his eyes glowed red. Heat Vision accurately swept the backrest, smoothing out those weird carvings and reshaping them into smooth ergonomic curves.
"Actually, you don't need to be so meticulous. In fact, parents, have you ever thought that if you don't let Ian buy a big house, he will blow up the house if he finds a chance?"
Jordan is no longer the Batman Who Laughs Jordan.
Instead, he sat on the semi-finished wooden sofa and whispered softly. As the second brother closest to Ian since childhood, Jordan understands some of Ian's behavior far better than other family members.
"..."
The Heat Vision in Clark's eyes froze, and Lois's red wine glass stopped at his mouth. Just when everyone seemed to be reminded by Jordan.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Dong dong dong."
The rhythm is steady, neither urgent nor slow.
The weird atmosphere in the room was slightly dispersed.
"I'll open the door." Lois turned around three times, Zhizi Moruomu, she felt that Jordan's words were reasonable, so she wanted to take a closer look at the current New New Home.
Mom started to develop a sixth sense.
I have determined that this New New Home, there is no guarantee that I will not be able to live there for a few days - maybe this is the superpower that every woman has, Lois's intuition comes true very quickly.
Only seen.
Lois opened the creaking wooden door, and there stood a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes. He had his hair combed back meticulously and had a friendly smile like a good old man on his face.
He also held an exquisite briefcase in his hand.
"Who am I looking for?"
Lois asked in surprise. She did not remember seeing this man among her neighbors, and most people would not visit strangers at this sinful time.
"Is this the temporary shelter for Mr. Ian·Kent?"
The man showed a more friendly smile, and his attitude was even a little groveling, "I am Phil Dunfei, the ace real estate agent of Modern Real Estate."
Hear the words.
Lois's eyelids twitched.
And Phil had already taken out a gold-gilt business card from his briefcase and handed it over with both hands. "I have helped Mr. Ian·Kent find a suitable house that fully meets his requirements."
Said.
Phil also took out an exquisite photo album.
"We actually don't need to move to a new home." Lois managed to maintain a polite smile, but his eyes unconsciously glanced at the bed back behind him that was carved beyond recognition by Jonathan.
Regarding this.
Phil seemed to have expected it. He was not disappointed at all. He just handed the photo album to Lois, "Mr. Ian·Kent told me that I still need to help him convince his extremely stubborn parents who like to remember the bitter and the sweet."
He looked at the crumbling wooden house structure with some emotion and thought that Ian's description was quite accurate. Such a wealthy family could actually live in such a wooden house that was a gift from nature.
It's really unexpected.
Of course.
Phil thinks it can be understood.
Many wealthy people like to engage in these operations of pretending to be pigs and eating tigers after they are satisfied on the material level.
"How are you going to convince me?" Lois opened the first page of the leather photo album, and then, a modern mansion covering an area of nearly 1,000 square meters came into view.
Panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, smart home system, heated swimming pool with massage function. There is also a large wine cellar.
"It's so beautiful." Lois's fingers gently stroked the spacious and bright kitchen in the photo, his tone apologetic, "But it doesn't look like a place we can live in."
This is obviously an attempt to politely reject Phil.
"This house is currently on sale at a 30% discount, and I contacted the owner of the house, who is a very kind and rich man. He said that he would help Mr. Ian·Kent who is interested in buying it, and work with me to convince you." Phil lowered his voice, as if he was sharing a secret that cannot be told to others.
Lois was about to ask more questions, but Clark had already heard the sound and came over.
"Oh? How is this rich tycoon you mentioned going to convince us?" His Super Hearing had already captured this conversation, and Kryptonian's intuition allowed him to smell a conspiracy.
"To be honest, I don't know the specific plan." Phil looked at Terminal Watch, a little confused, "It stands to reason that 'Lobbying Master' assigned by the homeowner should come to the door with me."
Most of the time.
It was too much to talk about. At this moment, a black business car slowly stopped on the side of the road. The door opened, and three people with very different temperaments stepped out.
The first one wore a POLO shirt with "Community Improvement Project" printed on it.
Holding resident satisfaction survey form in hand.
The second person was carrying a briefcase with the Child Protective Services logo on it and had a serious expression. Clark had already heard what the other person was saying. This was a staff member who came to investigate child abuse incidents.
"..."
Clark people were dumbfounded. He also read the deep thought that the other party had accepted a hundred thousand dollars in bribes from an unknown rich man, and was bound to label him and Lois as inferior parents.
"The area around here is going to be turned into a smelly garbage dumping center. Now the only thing missing is that this family doesn't have a unified demolition plan." The third person had a work permit with "City Planning Bureau" inserted in his suit pocket.
They walked towards the direction where Lois, Clark and Phil were standing - this was 100% a strong enough Lobbying Team, Justice League. Even the most powerful people began to tremble in their hearts.
Not just Clark.
The stunned Lois seemed to realize who the rich and kind-hearted tycoon was.
"Damn Bruce! What on earth does he want to do?" Lois looked at her husband angrily, and Clark's eyes were already looking in the direction of Gotham.
Of course he couldn't find any trace of Gotham Trickster Baron.
However.
This glance.
But it also allowed him to see Ian's "career" in full swing.
Only seen.
It was in front of a ruined church.
The night is deep, and the wind whispers among the ruins of Gotham, as if it is still telling the story of the former glory of this church. Now, only the ruins of the walls are left, the dome has collapsed, and the stained glass is broken on the ground.
However.
At this time, the place was very lively. Ian·Kent was standing on a pile of bricks, with a huge banner hanging behind it: [Heaven's Office in the Human World--Angel Re-employment Registration Office].
"Gotham Angel Re-employment Center was officially established. The first CEO Ian·Kent stated that 500 Heaven jobs would be created. Those who come on a first-come, first-served basis may lose the opportunity to go home."
"One step too late, Heaven has no way out!!"
"Black Angel White Angel, all are good Angels!!"
"No 998, no 668!!"
"As long as you are willing to atone, Heaven is not a dream!!"
"Ian's boss is kind-hearted and can't bear to see Angels living in this world!!"
"Work hard today, enjoy happiness tomorrow Heaven!!"
"Believe in Ian and get eternal life!!"
"Letter Ian, reply Heaven!!"
"The last three days! The last three days!!"
"If you miss today, wait another thousand years!!"
This is certainly not propaganda by Ian himself.
He also has a large loudspeaker with a Black Box embedded on it, which is constantly releasing sounds of a specific frequency to the whole city. It is Madison shouting at the top of his voice.
As the CEO, Ian certainly wouldn't raise his voice by himself. Fortunately, Little Punk Girl was brought with him so he could do it for him. His ups and downs of tone made him feel like Jiangnan Leather Factory.
Obviously Ian taught me well.
"Line in line! Don't be crowded!"
Ian waved a baton he picked up from nowhere and shouted to a group of black wing Angels in front of him, "After registration, go to the left to pick up your Angel Work Badge."
"I have sent people to find the factory, and soon everyone can start to atone for their sins." Ian was wearing a white Mimicry robe, and he was trying his best to help the homeless Angels like a good person.
Don't ask why you are homeless.
Anyway, Angelss are homeless even if they return to Heaven - Lord Ian couldn't see these displaced Angelss sleeping on the streets, so he chose to stand up and provide help to the Angelss who had lost their power.
"Um, what is a work permit?" The Black Angels looked at each other. They were originally polluted and corrupted fighting Angelss, but now they were lining up like college students looking for jobs.
"I know, I know, it's what the workers in American Sugarcane Plantation dream of." Madison did go to school, but she can remember this history thanks to her slave-owning ancestors.
Or maybe it's because her ancestors were once glorious, so Madison seems to be very handy now. She is responsible for those white angels, registering their height, weight, measurements and specialties.
"Huh?"
Angels, who was familiar with the history, frowned, but after turning his head to look at Ian, he didn't think too much. After all, they still had Angels's eyes.
You can see the bright glory of Archangel in Ian.
"Your Majesty, may I ask why we need to work?" One of the tall Black Angel stepped forward hesitantly. Angels in their queue did not need to register their height, weight and three-dimensional dimensions.
"You can understand it as God's hardening of you." Ian's words were serious and thoughtful, and his compassionate look fell in the eyes of Angels, which was very dazzling in conjunction with the glory blooming on him.
"That's it."
The Angelss related their experience of falling to heaven with this. It turned out that God was not satisfied with some aspects of them, so he sent a Archangel to guide them to change.
"I understand!"
Black Angel knelt down on one knee devoutly.
"This is a test given to us by the Lord! I am willing to accept all sufferings!"
He announced his attitude loudly to the other Angels. The other Black Angel also followed suit and knelt down to pray, as if Ian was not a mortal, but the incarnation of glory descended from heaven.
"Yes, yes, the test is for you, the most pious you, you can eat one more meal at night."
Ian took out his Magic Book and asked all Angels to sign "Ian's Labor Contract" in turn - this is derived from the "document" magic newly created by [Ian's Grimoire].
Black Angel came forward one by one and pressed their fingertips on the page. In an instant, their names turned into ink and blended into the spine of the book. Magic Book closed the page with satisfaction.
Keep chewing its "food".
Yes, this book is chewing on a dark notebook, and the pages are turning like butterflies, as if they are being greedily swallowed by an invisible mouth.
"This book... what are you eating?" a Angels couldn't help but ask.
"Don't worry about it," Ian waved his hand, "The child is just hungry."
All the Angelss nodded, no more questions, and started to engage in the registration process with more enthusiasm. At the same time, on the other side not far away, a girl wearing a white suit and lensless glasses was holding a microphone and asking questions to a group of beautiful Angelss. She was constantly counting the abilities of the White Angels.
"Speciality?" she asked without raising her head.
"I can bless a thousand souls at the same time." A Weeping Angel said proudly.
Madison rolled his eyes. "Can you dance?"
"What?"
The soft and beautiful Weeping Angel is very confused.
"Oh, you are really useless." Madison sighed, "Forget it, just be good-looking. Go to Live Room No. 3. Today I will teach you how to call family members."
Angelss are confused.
But thinking that this was a test to return to Heaven, they all obeyed the arrangement - maybe Batman's previous speculation was not wrong, Angels would either enter a black factory or be kidnapped into a brothel. The only thing he didn't expect was that the new era brothels, black factories, and even mental hospitals were all run by rising stars from the same capitalist family.
Yes, that's right, Ian will arrange for these handsome men Angels and Weeping Angel to conduct live broadcasts, collect money, and bring goods. Evil God Lord's only conscience is that he does not need Angels to sleep with the big brother on the list.
As for Black Angel.
The effect of their live broadcast is definitely not good because they can't save electricity bills at night.
So, of course, they all have to be sent to the factory to shine and heat up.
"Family! I know you want to go back to Heaven! But God may have heard MacArthur say - the sun always comes after the storm! There is no free opportunity to return home in this world."
Just at this time.
Ian was also suspended in mid-air, with seventy-two pure wings from [Myriad Manifestations]Mimicry appearing behind him. The glory blooming on his body covered up the false facts.
"You were once the guardians of Heaven, the purest brilliance before the throne of God." Ian's voice was not high, but it was ups and downs, with an impassioned tone that penetrated the hearts of every Angels, "But now, you have fallen into this world, your wings are stained with dust, your beliefs are shaken, and you even begin to doubt whether Heaven is still willing to accept you?"
He paused and glanced around, meeting his eyes with every glance, as if he was not speaking, but looking directly into their very simple souls.
"I tell you, the answer is: Yes! As long as you work hard, you can return Heaven!" This sentence was like a thunderous explosion, shaking the hearts of all Angels people.
It swept away the hesitation and fear in their hearts.
"You may be expelled, judged, and tested... but this does not mean that your Destiny is over!" Ian's voice gradually became louder, "Heaven never really closes the door, it just waits for you to prove yourself again - use actions, persistence, and unremitting efforts to win the recognition behind that door!"
"Whether it's driving screws or bringing me goods through live broadcast, these are all tests and the ladder to salvation! You don't have to question the meaning of these tasks, because they are exactly the opportunities God gives you - to temper yourself in suffering and sublimate in the ordinary!" Ian's seventy-two wings are dancing wildly.
His voice is full of infectious power.
"Someone asked me: "Kind Ian, can we really go back?" He smiled slightly, with a mysterious and determined light in his eyes, "I would say: Of course we can. As long as you are willing to pay, struggle, and believe - you will eventually spread your wings again, cross the clouds, and return to that holy land."
"This is not a lie, this is hope." His voice was lowered, but more sincere, "You are not losers, but soldiers who have not completed their mission. You are not degenerates, but children on the way home. So, please remember - work hard for Ian, and you can return to Heaven.
This is not a slogan, but a promise;
This is not a scam, but an opportunity;
This is not a lie, but a choice. Working for me is to hone your will and let you know the suffering of all sentient beings. Live streaming is to get close to the world and let you understand the worries and concerns of the world."
"007's working hours are to let everyone understand and appreciate the period of time when God created the world in seven days! How can you meet God without going through ups and downs!"
He stretched out his hand.
Pointing to the distant night sky:
"Look, the Starlight is not dead, and the Heaven is still waiting for you to return." This speech was truly a success in inviting the mustache to possess him, and it almost touched the heart of every Angels.
All Angels were silent.
Then thunderous applause and cheers broke out.
The Angelss were so excited that some of them began to shed tears. Later Angelss rushed to sign the contract, fearing that they would lose this "precious opportunity" if they were too late.
Of course, White Angel and Black Angel have no objection to the content of their contract that belongs to Ian for 24 hours. After all, it is certainly reasonable for the Lord's test to last for 24 hours.
To know.
When they met those who confessed before, they also used words that required them to restrain their behavior 24 hours a day, every moment, to brainwash the world into PUA.
Today.
It's their turn to need redemption.
Naturally, they are desperately trying to seize this hope of saving lives - no one can tell whether Ian's behavior is just absurd deception. Perhaps, Angelss can really get the temper they deserve from this experience.
Angels were worshiping Ian, and hymns of praise echoed in the dilapidated church. Ian stood on the makeshift podium, holding a cup of milk tea with triple "pearls" in his hand.
He was in high spirits, but it did not last long, because suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure at the door of the church, accompanying Angels people into the church without a complete roof.
Dream God Morpheus raised his feet and took a step forward. The next moment, without Angels realizing it, he came to a relatively complete chair and slowly sat down.
He didn't say anything. He just stared calmly at Ian, who realized his arrival and began to sip milk tea fiercely, pumping his cheeks twenty-four times a second.
[Entropy Annihilation Lord experience value +199]
[Entropy Annihilation Lord experience value +199]
[Entropy Annihilation Lord experience value +199]
As system prompts continued to appear, Ian got the upgrade as expected.
[Level up!]
[Entropy Annihilation Lord Lv11 [1300/10240]]
[Strength:332--384]
[Physique: 375--401]
[Intelligence: 25.0--26.1]
[Spirit:129--136]
Before Ian was upgraded, his attributes were nourished by Divine Power, and there was a slight improvement. However, the upgrade is obviously the biggest improvement, and he became stronger again.
At the same time.
Without Ian himself realizing it, the Angels glory on his body became more and more dazzling, and the sacred halo circulated around him. Only Angelss could see this scene.
"Master Ian must be following the Lord's will!"
"This light, this majesty. It can't be wrong!"
Angels people saw this.
They all identified that Ian was Archangel who came to the world with the will of the Lord.
Otherwise.
Why did Ian's already rich glory rise even more after the speech? Obviously, this is the performance of God trusting this Archangel more and more!
He is doing the right thing!
Angels became more enthusiastic and convinced. Of course, Ian had no intention of paying attention to this. He stopped his speech and sipped milk tea while staring at Dream God who was not far away.
[Entropy Annihilation Lord experience value +134]
[Entropy Annihilation Lord experience value +99]
[Entropy Annihilation Lord experience value +78]
Race against time.
Ian is also trying his best to minimize his losses.
[Entropy Annihilation Lord Lv11 [4300/10240]] He really let himself drink so much that his body was so loaded that it was difficult to absorb and convert it into experience points.
[Ultimate Hunger] This skill still needs some skill points to upgrade. Ian is very sorry. He wants to borrow skill points from the system to increase his body's load digestion capacity.
"..."
Seeing Ian's cheeks beating from twenty-four times per second to sixty-eight times per second, just like a starving ghost reincarnated, Dream God Morpheus's good qualities finally couldn't hold on any longer.
"It's time to give me back what's mine."
Dream God's voice was very soft, but it caused the temperature of the entire church to plummet. Ian wiped his mouth hurriedly. Before he could respond, Morpheus had already raised his pale fingers.
He snapped his fingers gently--
"Pah."
Time froze at this moment. The Angels people kept kneeling and froze. Madison's movements holding the live broadcast equipment were frozen in mid-air, and even the falling dust was still in the air.
The only ones who could still move were Ian holding milk tea and Dream God walking slowly. Angels had lost their glory, and of course they could not escape the influence of Dream God's power.
In fact.
In addition to having one more pair of wings than humans and probably not needing to sleep to replenish their physical strength, Angelss are really no different from ordinary people. They can't even move an object with their thoughts.
"Okay, okay." Ian is a person with a bottom line, so he usually keeps his promise, and reluctantly returned the wet sandbag to Morpheus.
"Da da da~"
Morpheus stared at his soaked sandbag. He didn't dare to ask what kind of milk Ian used for milk tea. Ancient God, who didn't know Ian well, was afraid of hearing a scary answer.
He carefully inspected the remaining dream grit inside.
The silent attitude became even more silent.
"Well." Ian blinked and suddenly put on an embarrassed expression, "Can you leave a little more for me? Just a little! You should be filial and filial to me when I help you find the sandbags."
His words were laced with a bit of greed that was not so greedy.
Dream God's hand trembled obviously twice. He stared at Ian silently for a long time, and finally grabbed a small handful of gravel from the sandbag and slapped it heavily on the palm of Ian's hand.
"As expected, you are still generous. I will set up a ranking list of generosity for you and Lady Death." Ian was easily satisfied, and he happily poured the gravel into his milk tea cup.
A few tiny crystals slipped from between the fingers and seeped into the ground silently. Morpheus did not stop it, but looked at the bumpy ground of the church with a silent expression.
Those gravels did not disappear. They seemed to be pulled by some force and kept sinking. They sank through ten meters, one hundred meters, many, many meters of soil.
Finally it landed on a special alloy roof.
Its texture was unusual, as if it had a will of its own. The moment it came into contact with the metal, it began to penetrate slowly. It slipped quietly into the gaps invisible to the naked eye, like water droplets falling into the soil, silently passing through the defense system, data cables and steel structures, and fell into the space under the alloy roof.
Finally.
The gravel, which is difficult for ordinary people to see clearly, fell silent on the ground in front of a pair of combat boots. The dazzling white light illuminated the entire laboratory. The owner of the combat boots felt something and looked down but saw nothing.
"Bruce, what are you planning to do?" Flash Barry·Allen was sitting in Transparent Isolation Chamber, tapping his knees uneasily with his fingers.
He watched Batman outside, who was performing some operations. Batman stood in front of a complex instrument, holding a test tube in each hand. The test tube in this superhero's left hand flashed with a rainbow-like stream of light, like a solidified aurora, while the test tube in his right hand was filled with a viscous black substance, giving off a sickly halo from time to time.
"Sure enough, you retained some of that pollutant. This is not a safe enough approach. It is likely to adapt to the environment and contaminate you silently."
Flash's eyes were fixed on the black test tube.
His voice had a rare seriousness. To this, Batman did not answer immediately. He put the two test tubes into the centrifuge, and the instrument immediately made a low buzz.
"I've been infected too." Bruce's voice was hoarse than usual, and he kept operating on the dashboard, "It's just that my condition is more obscure than yours and Clark's symptoms."
"So I'm going to try to save myself."
Obviously, after self-identification, Batman, who had a somewhat out-of-control personality, finally realized what the problem was, even if he couldn't remember the dreams he had had before.
"Clark's feelings for you are actually right!"
The shocked Flash was stunned for a moment, then turned his eyes to the rainbow test tube. "What's in that? Can it save us? I think it's better if you use me as an experiment."
"If you completely lose control due to a dangerous experiment, you will definitely not be the only one who is ruined." This is what he and other Justice League members are most worried about.
"This is a special substance that I collected from the air of Metropolis when I dealt with a witch before Ian." Batman stopped what he was doing and turned to look at him. The eyes under the mask looked particularly deep in the cold light of the laboratory. "Actually, the Isolation Chamber you are protecting now is not really me."
This sentence is horrifying to think about.
Flash began to flap the glass cover.
However.
He couldn't stop Batman from making his own way.
God knows if there is a reason behind this choice that Batman has been deeply affected.
As soon as he finished speaking, Bruce had already taken out the fused reagent. Under Flash's shouts and horrified gaze, Master of Gotham injected it into his own carotid artery without hesitation.
"Wait! You should at least do an animal experiment--"
Flash's exclamation stopped abruptly.
Because Batman had fallen directly on the bed that had been prepared nearby, he seemed to have entered some kind of strange dream, and the expression on his face began to become painful and determined.
in the air.
The gravel dripping into the laboratory began to flutter.
"Bruce!"
Of course there is no grit visible in Flash inside Isolation Chamber.
He just watched in horror as strange scars appeared on his friend's body, and those lines were running under Bruce's skin like living things. He patted Isolation Chamber frantically and looked around.
Flash knows.
You must try to find a way to escape yourself.
Bruce is too bold.
He must inform Superman of the situation as soon as possible!
"I knew I shouldn't have gone into the cage again!"
Flash struggled to penetrate the glass with resonance. Fortunately, Bruce did not use Speedster's defensive glass. He successfully penetrated through the glass and entered the laboratory.
"What should I do!?"
He first went to check the status of Bruce.
Just when Flash took out his mobile phone.
"Oh, it looks like the situation is not good, Flash, the danger is coming, maybe you need my help." A very familiar voice Flash suddenly sounded in his mind.
That was the usual tone used by Mysterious Boy, who treated him as a toy in his weird dreams!
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