Among DC Universe.
There is no fixed number for the number of Archangel.
There is a saying that there are seven Archangel, which represent Monday to Sunday respectively, and these Archangel are also regarded as Angels of the seven planets.
However, there is no strong proof for this statement. The truth may be a secret that many ordinary Angelss do not know. Angelss only know that there are four most active Archangels in the entire Heaven.
They are the four Creator Archangels headed by Michael. As the existence second only to God among the Heavens, Michael is recognized by many Angelss as the first person below God.
His name means "one who is like God".
The god among them is naturally the supreme God. Because of such a noble status, Michael has always been in a unique position among Heaven.
This was especially true after he led the Angelss to defeat the rebellious Lucifers.
The other Archangels were naturally inferior to Michael, and their strength was also much weaker. Not only himself, but all Angelss never expected that Michael would lose his strength one day.
"No! It's impossible! There must be something wrong with this! Father! Father!" Michael ignored Madison's propaganda.
He kept shouting at the top of his lungs to the sky.
His face was filled with expressions of disbelief and disbelief that he would lose his power. After all, as Archangel, the essential difference between him and other Angels is that he is the same as Lucifer.
They are all God's real children.
Suddenly abandoned by his father.
Even after living for countless years, Michael still can't accept it. This is normal. After all, according to Ian, every Archangel is actually a Heaven giant baby.
Of course, Heaven, the giant baby, could not accept the loss of his father's love. On the ruins, Gates of Heaven was embedded crookedly in the rubble. No matter how Michael called God, it still stood still.
The exquisite reliefs above are still faded and mottled, just like all Angels. There is also a sign written by Ian on the door frame saying "No entry without tickets".
It seemed to be integrated with Gates of Heaven. Michael tried to tear it off, but his strength, which is now only a little stronger than ordinary people, seemed so weak.
Feeling my own weakness.
And the glory that faded.
This Creator Angels sat slumped in front of Gates of Heaven.
"Not only can group leaders spin the wheel of gratitude Ian three times more every month than other Angelss, but group leaders who perform well can also receive the wonderful benefit of half an hour of paid leave every day."
Madison was still making introductions. She jumped on Gates of Heaven, swaying her two long legs, holding a stack of color-printed leaflets in her hand, and enthusiastically promoted the company's benefits to Michael.
Her words were full of contagious power.
There was an even louder exclamation.
Several young people Angels have begun to count on their fingers how many benefits there are to being group leaders.
"Dear Angels friends! In fact, as long as you work hard, you may have the opportunity to become the group leader." Madison heard this and turned around to pua on Angelss.
No one is better at pua than green tea.
Her voice was clear and sweet, with a hint of sincerity, "Ian's Greatest Technology Group's Heaven Business Division is so enlightened! I am your HR supervisor [Red-less Witch]Madison."
This was Ian's encouragement to Madison. He gave Madison a well-known hero title, and told Madison that as long as he became a big star in the future, he could change his name to [Red-hot Witch].
Madison deeply agrees with this.
I also like this advanced route.
"Can we be group leaders too?"
"On the same level as the great Michael?"
"Hey, is this really okay?"
Angelss also seem to like an environment with advanced routes. They have stayed in a place where class is solidified like Heaven for too long, and they can't even imagine that they can eat at the same table as Archangel.
"At the same level as me?" Michael didn't know what he realized. His golden pupils shrank violently, and his handsome face was so gloomy that it could drip water.
"Enough!"
Michael suddenly shouted violently, and the golden light in his eyes should not be like this. According to the plan, Angels would just be thrown into the gilded walking process of the human world.
However.
Now he is also trapped in the human world.
Lost glory and strength.
Things completely slipped out of control in a direction that he had never imagined, which made Michael's heart filled with gloom. He attempted to use his own power to teach the rude mortal in front of him a lesson.
Nothing more.
Michael's golden eyes are very bright.
But he knew that the power of creation that he had only used before, the power that could rewrite reality at will, fell into silence. Even if he almost burst into tears, nothing happened in reality. The ruins of the church were still quiet, with only a few crows being frightened. Madison tilted his head and looked at him,
Not even her hair moved.
"Huh? Did you get sand in your eyes?"
The little witch asked sincerely.
She saw Michael crying.
"How could it be like this? Why could it be like this? It shouldn't be like this." Michael looked at his hands in disbelief. Not only the glory, but also the Seraph power that had been flowing in his body for hundreds of millions of years disappeared without a trace. The feeling of emptiness made him tremble all over - as if his spine was suddenly taken away.
The great kingdom of heaven is Angels.
Now, not only has his glory been lost, but his own power has also been banned. Yes, banned, the difference between Archangel and ordinary Angels is that Archangel has its own power.
But now, that power is gone.
It's like it never existed.
Of course.
The reason is also very simple.
This power also comes from the gift of God.
Only God has the ability to ban his power. Michael found it difficult to accept the fact when he realized that it was not that he was caught by something dirty, but that he was being targeted by Father God.
"Father! What did I do wrong?"
He raised his head and roared to the sky, his voice was heartbreaking, filled with unwillingness and despair. The tarnished wings on his back drooped down, and his face that was originally as bright as the rising sun was now as gray as a faded oil painting.
He was once Heaven's strongest Archangel, and he personally killed countless fallen ones.
Now, he can't even subdue a mortal.
He is no longer a warrior.
Just an abandoned existence.
"Tell me! Please! Tell me!"
Michael still didn't get a response.
A few dead leaves swirled past his eyes on the right side of his mouth. Madison was not affected by this tragic scene at all. Instead, he took out his notebook with great interest. "Archangel, can you sing? How about dancing? You should be able to rap a little bit, right?"
This is to find out if Michael has any talents.
"Huh?"
Michael slowly turned his head.
The look in his eyes was so dangerous that he seemed to be swallowed alive Madison.
"Mortal, do you know who you are talking to? I am Right Hand of God, the strongest Angels, who once drove Lucifer into the abyss." His voice was as low as thunder.
With an irresistible majesty.
"Pah!"
Madison suddenly put his hands together, interrupting Michael's self-introduction.
"Yes, yes, that's it. The old woman's harvester feeling has come out. We can create a 'tyrannical president' for you to fall into despair.
But the live broadcast persona still lives in the past."
Madison's eyes are so bright that it's scary.
She really understands the live broadcast gimmick, and Ian never chooses the wrong assistant.
"Of course, you have to learn other talents. Even if you are a down-and-out domineering president, you have to be able to dance, sing, and play basketball." Madison has strict requirements for Angels.
Hear the words.
Michael's expression immediately froze.
He slowly raised his hand, instinctively wanting to inflict a heavenly punishment on this god-reader. Archangel indeed still has residual power, but this power is a bit too residual.
"Hoo~"
Deputy of Heaven takes full action.
However, only a small breeze blew out of the palm, which happened to lift Madison's bangs. In this regard, Madison did not feel the slightest threat, and even felt a little surprised.
"Wow! Is this your talent? 'Angels long) breeze'? Okay, okay, there will definitely be viewers who like to watch this during the live broadcast!" Madison seems to be on a different channel than Michael.
She was focused on developing the career assigned to her by Ian, and conveniently recorded a live broadcast room of Michael in her notebook, which could save the need for an air conditioner or electric fan.
When the weather gets hot, Michael definitely knows how to blow dry himself.
"How dare you humiliate me like this!" Michael heard Madison's words. His face turned from white to red, and then from red to green. After being exposed, he rushed towards Madison.
The three-meter-long street lamp that was put aside automatically stood up, eager to try, as if it wanted to win the reputation of beating Michael. Unfortunately, Michael was stopped by a group of Angels who were in a hurry.
"Your Majesty, please calm down!"
"Decades have only passed by in a blink of an eye for us. Master Ian said that this is called 'atonement practice', and it is the opportunity that God sent him to provide us!"
"Salvific Angel will definitely save all Angels."
"To be honest, it really hurts to be hit on the head by that street lamp. Your Majesty, you are not asking for trouble."
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A group of Angels persuaded Michael, including when Metropolis was hit on the head by Madison, and then The dozen or so unlucky Angels who were forced to dance under the influence of the mysterious power. Since Ian no longer uses a hammer to hit people on the head, he has obviously found an heir to his craft.
"Let me go!"
Michael was pushed to the ground, and the wings on his back were spread out in an awkward manner. He listened to Angels's "persuasion", and he felt the greatest humiliation he had experienced since birth.
Struggle?
Of course he is struggling.
But I can't stand the strength of other Angels.
Michael was surrounded by Angels and pinned to the ground. It was hard to tell whether there were any personal emotions involved. His chest rose and fell violently.
His eyes were full of humiliation and unwillingness.
Michael looked at the group of former subordinates in front of him.
Now, everyone has begun to discuss "live streaming skills", "fan management", and "reward sharing" - these are all things Madison taught before.
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He suddenly realized something - he had no control over it all.
The wind blew from the side, carrying a distant whisper.
"Quack quack quack"
A crow landed on a certain awning and tilted its head to watch the farce. Its dark eyes reflected the face of Michael, who was roaring madly with fear and anger. The once majestic Archangel leader was currently having his hands pressed by a group of ordinary Angelss, and their fingerprints were pressed on the <Ian's Greatest Technology Group Labor Contract>.
"How dare you do this to me?!"
Michael's roar caused the rubble on the ruins to roll down. His golden eyes, which once burned with sacred flames, were now full of anger and humiliation.
Regarding this.
Angelss certainly have a legitimate response.
"This is all so that you can return to Heaven with us!"
"Yes, yes, Salvific Angel is obviously the Lord's choice!"
" Master Michael is so powerful, he will definitely be able to complete the atonement earlier than us."
The big paper stuck to the door Angels is on the wrong right and the car is on the wrong side. The yellow card is out of the white paper. The old Salvific Angel is the correct one Archangel.
"Damn it! There is no such thing as a savior-"
Michael's roar was stuck in his throat.
At the moment when his soul contract came into effect, a ray of long-lost glory suddenly flowed back into his body. Although it was weak like a candle in the wind, it was indeed his own power!
Even a bit of glory flowed back into my body.
"This...
Michael's pupils suddenly dilated.
He looked down at the faint golden light in his palm, and his voice was filled with surprise and uncertainty. Is this absurd contract really the will of God? Is the Lord going to test him in this way?
"How to say? Ian's Greatest Technology Group never forces Angels to work."
Madison bit the pen cap and blinked, waiting for his answer. Michael took a deep breath and suddenly became extremely calm. "I don't want to tease and show off in front of the world."
Of course he is not stupid.
Already aware of the problem.
However, I still want to maintain some bottom line.
Archangel This change was so fast that Madison was stunned for a moment.
"Then what other talents do you have?"
Madison held her little notebook again. There were many magical symbols drawn on it that she had made up herself. Only she could understand them and they had no substantive magical meaning.
It's purely for good looks and decoration.
"I'm good at fighting."
Michael got up from the ground and responded in a deep voice.
"There are no high-priced mercenary jobs now. Wait, wait. Are there any other talents?" Madison took out his mobile phone and searched for it, but also shook his head and rejected it.
Hearing this, Michael was silent for a moment.
"I will also punish sinners."
His voice was slightly stubborn. After all, compared to the other Angels who had little foundation, how could Deputy of Heaven, the strongest Archangel, have any talent in the world.
"Um, that's fine, Dark Web's live broadcast is also a live broadcast!" Madison pondered for a moment and found a suitable track for Michael. She obviously has a more flexible mind than Ian.
I decided to let Michael go to Dark Web to live broadcast S&M's teaching, maybe it can also develop into a multi-gender culture. The real Demons is hidden in the heart of Little Punk Girl.
However, Michael, who has lost his power, cannot feel it.
However.
"I don't want live broadcast!"
He himself resists the behavior of pleasing mortals. Unlike other Angels who comply with the arrangements, this Deputy of Heaven still believes that humans are just pets kept by God.
As the son of God, how could he possibly please pets?
"But Ian only planned two roads - I couldn't find a new track." Madison flipped through the small book in embarrassment. At this time, she was also touched by a blind spot in knowledge.
Fortunately, this embarrassment did not last long.
"I'll drive the screws!"
Michael almost shouted these words, and his handsome face twisted for a moment. Dignified Deputy of Heaven would rather work as an assembly line worker in a factory than show off his smile in front of the camera!
"Okay, okay."
Michael finally got his wish and was assigned to screw. Although Madison looked regretful, he still registered him and gave him a copy of "Screwdriver's Manual: From Entry to Ascension".
[You used to look down at all living beings in Heaven, but now you need to experience the suffering of the world. Lowering your head is not a humiliation, it is a feeling of joining the world, and it also prevents your head from being hit by falling parts - this book is designed to help newbies quickly adapt to assembly line operations and realize the leap from "Apprentice Ordinary Screw Worker" to "Super Heaven Level 10 Fitter Grand Perfection" as soon as possible!]
The content is only a few hundred thousand words.
This is an improvisation by the great writer Ian.
There are hundreds of different levels waiting for Angels to climb - obviously, Ian also used some game planning methods.
Other Angels are also very interested in this.
Only Archangel's expression changed one after another.
".."
Michael's knuckles turned white while holding the manual, and he resisted not tearing the book up on the spot. He was about to turn around and leave, when a harsh brake sound interrupted the farce.
A large, rusty truck parked crookedly in front of the ruins.
"Here we are, here we are."
Jordan jumped out of the passenger seat and dusted himself off.
"Where's the shipping cost?"
He reached out to Madison and asked for money.
Madison looked at the dilapidated large truck.
"Ian clearly ordered a bus, and you even want a kickback on your brother's money?" Little Punk Girl did not pay for it immediately, but looked at Ian's second brother in disbelief.
"It's already here, where can I rent a bus to come here? Normal people don't dare to go to Gotham now." Jordan rolled his eyes and sounded confident.
What he said is not unreasonable.
The running back at night looks like a fishing robbery.
Not to mention that kind of disaster happened in Gotham today. Everyone knows that Gotham had an extremely terrifying situation, so only superheroes are not afraid of being infected by the mysterious virus.
Regarding this.
Madison thought it made sense after thinking about it for a while.
"Large trucks and buses must not have the same price." Madison curled his lips, counted out a stack of banknotes, counted them carefully, and asked Angels, who was good at math, to count them before handing them over to Jordan.
"Ian said I could get a little kickback." Jordan took the money, skillfully took out half and stuffed it into his trouser pocket, then turned around and handed the rest to Black Lightning in the driver's seat.
"No, can't you just go behind my back?" Black Lightning, the 18th-tier superhero from Metropolis, looked at this blatant act of corruption with great speechlessness.
Jordan doesn't feel ashamed at all.
"This is the agency fee I deserve. The most important thing in the 21st century is channels, but I have provided you with the opportunity to subsidize your family. You have to thank [Metropolis Superhero Designated Union]."
He patted Black Lightning on the shoulder, pretending to be profound. There are many talents in the Kent Family, such as Ian who wanted to create a new Justice League, and Jordan who secretly created the Super Heroes Guild.
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Black Lightning The corners of his mouth twitched a few times.
He looked back from the rearview mirror and saw Madison greeting the group of Angels to climb onto the cargo box. Because he folded his wings, Black Lightning only saw a group of handsome men and beautiful women.
A few of them were still discussing "Atonement Points" in low voices.
"Is this really what Superman arranged for you? To resettle these refugees?" Black Lightning asked suspiciously, mainly because he still didn't think Gotham had such innocent-looking residents.
"Of course."
Jordan nodded calmly. There are many Supermans in Kent's family. He didn't say which Superman it was. Even if his father caught him, he would have been beaten less for lying than Ian.
Ian is not telling the truth.
His Jordan mouth is full of truth.
"I will go to Superman for confirmation!" Black Lightning is actually unlikely to see Superman, but that doesn't stop him from having a sharp mind. He has been cautious since the smuggling investigation was traced to the CIA.
The truck staggered towards Cross-sea Bridge between Gotham and Metropolis.
Black Lightning has been listening with his ears perked up.
He heard the little girl behind the container teaching the refugees how to work efficiently. The more he listened, the more he felt something was wrong. He always felt like he was helping a few children to smuggle people.
Black Lightning felt a little panicked.
But Jordan stopped talking after getting in the car.
He caught a glimpse of the boy in the co-pilot reading Amazon Shopping Platform.
"What are you doing?" The 18th-tier superhero took the initiative to break the weird atmosphere. However, Jordan directly blocked his mobile phone screen and shook his head crazily with a guilty look on his face.
"I'm just shopping online. Online shopping is normal and everyone does it online." Jordan didn't want to reveal that he was choosing a girlfriend. He was also looking forward to the fact that he would no longer be limited to the little Holy Grail.
What a full simulation.
Imported silicon base.
One to one real body figure.
Reading those GG words makes Jordan's heart surge.
"Don't be distracted while driving. Many car accidents are caused by not paying attention while driving." Jordan reminded Black Lightning, and the atmosphere in the air fell into silence again.
Only Madison was in the truck compartment, constantly using the knowledge he learned at Hollywood, crazily describing to Angels how sinister the world was, the voice was echoing.
"Those official men like to keep traffic Angels in Area 51. Wandering Angels will be arrested for experiments. Only our regular employees can be protected!"
"Even if you kick a dog when you go out, there will be a terrifying killer chasing you, or kidnapping you to an island and forcing you to play a battle royale game."
"Oh, don't be so scared that you start shedding. If you start shedding now, you won't have the chance to exchange your feathers for Heaven Points in winter."
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After all, Ian promised to give her a down jacket as a year-end bonus during the winter. The big truck drove all the way back to Metropolis in a strange atmosphere.
"Are we really resettling refugees?"
It wasn't until the car stopped in front of an apartment building and he saw Madison leading the group of "refugees" to check in in an orderly manner that Black Lightning felt a little relieved. Especially when a beautiful girl seriously asked "Dormitory W" what is the password for "ⅰ", he finally gave up the terrible suspicion that "Kent Family was going to open a slave plantation".
"There is no fixed number for the wfi password. In order to prevent others from using the Internet, you only need to praise Ian ten thousand times to the router." Madison thinks this is very reasonable.
"????"
But Black Lightning was dumbfounded.
He had never seen such a brazen router.
"The home appliances and furniture here seem to be the first batch of test products produced by Ian's factory." Jordan touched his chin, not knowing what he was thinking about.
",."
Black Lightning's silence is not just because it touches a blind spot in knowledge.
Also because Madison is staring at him.
It seemed that he was afraid that he would take something from here.
"You are racist!"
Black Lightning is very dissatisfied.
"I know."
Madison nodded happily, without even a pretentious apology. Upon seeing this scene, Black Lightning stepped on the accelerator angrily,
He left the apartment building with the extra money he was holding back.
"Wait for me!"
Jordan flew up directly and got into the co-pilot. Angels were beautiful, but Jordan was unmoved because he didn't like three-dimensional girls very much.
Ian The one 2D Virus raised in the computer is really beautiful.
"Male Angels and male Angels live in the same building, and Weeping Angel and Weeping Angel live in the same building." Madison didn't care that Jordan left. She was shouting with a loudspeaker in her hand.
I really enjoy the feeling of being a big manager.
"Remember, don't be tempted by your own compatriots." She blinked and added, and the Angelss all nodded, expressing their understanding of this arrangement.
After all, Heaven has similar rules.
However.
"But you can have your heart set on humans. There are humans everywhere outside, and it is okay to fall in love. Ian said that this is to promote cultural exchanges between the heaven and the human world!"
Madison's tone was a little guilty.
It is obvious that he is falsely preaching the imperial edict.
The main reason why she does this kind of thing is because she wants to see what Nephalem looks like.
"Nonsense!"
Michael looked up suddenly.
The golden pupils suddenly shrank.
He wanted to continue to rant, but Madison's phone rang. It was her parents. After arranging Angels's accommodation, she answered the phone and flew away.
Yes.
Fly away.
Just when Michael was about to get angry, Madison had already mounted his own street lamp and flew into the night sky like Harry Potter riding a broom.
There were witches riding broomsticks in ancient times, and now there are witches riding street lamps. This is not keeping pace with the times. Michael stood there, so angry that the wings hidden in his body were trembling.
"Never give birth to Nephalem! That would be the beginning of disaster!" He turned around and solemnly warned the Angelss. The Angelss nodded solemnly and said they would never make such a big mistake.
They took their Room Key Card and began to try to contact human life. They each returned to their assigned dormitories. Only Michael, which was holding Room Key Card in the group leader's private room, did not move.
In the dead of night when people are quiet.
The Archangel captain was sitting alone on the rooftop of the apartment building.
Of course he didn't want to jump off the building.
But still a little unwilling.
"Father, great Lord, what do you want from us?" Michael's wings were revealed by him, but the originally white feathers on them were now extremely dim.
Fanned twice.
Michael realized that he could no longer even fly with them.
"Uriel! If you can hear me, please pull me..." Michael looked up at the starry sky, trying to find the direction of Heaven, and prayed to his brother in his heart.
The night wind blew by, but there was no response.
Only the exclamation of a certain Angels came from downstairs.
"I boiled hot water. After the hot water was boiled, the sound of the kettle was also the sound of the whistle praising Salvific Angel?" Obviously, the new era technology was a little surprised by the Angels from the sky.
This movement.
Once again, Michael felt extremely uncomfortable.
"Uriel! I call you in the name of brother! Please answer me!" The wind blew through his broken wings and shook his broken armor, and he prayed over and over again.
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"Uriel-As long as I can return to Heaven, I can find a way to get my power back. Take me back quickly, otherwise Lucifer may take this opportunity to take away control of Heaven."
Michael's voice penetrated the clouds.
No response.
There was only the sound of the wind and the low voices of Angelss in the distance.
"Uriel has also lost its glory."
Michael's fingers deeply covered his face, and he began to wonder if even his brother had been kicked out of Heaven and could no longer listen to his prayers.
However.
Is this really the case?
In the place where Michael can no longer reach his eyes, Heaven is actually not as deserted as he imagined, and Uriel, who is among them, has indeed heard his brother's prayers.
Nothing more.
The response he gave was not the response Michael expected to see. I saw that this Cherub of Heaven looked down at the scene of the earth, and his whole person seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit.
He heard Michael's prayer.
He heard it clearly.
But he didn't respond. Instead, he acted frantically.
He dragged the heavy metal chains and tightly entangled the Gates of Heaven leading to the world; he used the holy fire to seal the runes on the door, and even used his own blood to draw the forbidden spell.
Completely block the channel.
It's not that Uriel cannot save Michael.
He didn't dare to save her.
He knows that Michael has been abandoned by God.
Any attempt to establish contact with the Fallen is considered treason.
"Great Lord, my beloved father." Uriel's voice trembled, and he was also praying, "I swear that I will never have a second heart for you! Michael's fall has nothing to do with me!"
Cherub activated his wisdom. While he prayed, he crazily piled things behind Gates of Heaven: Ark of the Covenant, Altar, and even several Cherub Statue.
They were all blocked by him at the door.
It seems that he is afraid that Heaven will fall out if he is not careful.
This guy was frantically showing his loyalty to God, constantly reprimanding Michael for being too degenerate, and that brotherhood was not as important as him staying at Heaven.
Of course.
In Uriel's own opinion.
He was obeying the will of the Lord.
However, the wind blows from afar, carrying a whisper that does not belong to this world. Within the high walls of Heaven, loyalty and betrayal may no longer have boundaries.
"Father, I am your most faithful servant,
My loyalty to you has never wavered. Michael is no longer Heaven's guardian, and I certainly will not answer his prayers."
"Don't worry."
Just when Uriel was praying crazily. What he didn't know was that above his head, a crow quietly landed on the window base. It stared at him for a long time before letting out a harsh laugh.
"Quack quack quack quack"
The shrill crow suddenly sounded.
The crow's blood-red eyes stared mockingly at Uriel.
"Get away! Lucifer's eyeliner!"
Uriel raised his head suddenly, his face changing suddenly. He roared and waved his arms, trying to drive away the crow. He didn't even dare to use strength, fearing that his strength would be used less.
The crow flaps its wings and takes flight.
But it paused in the air for a moment.
Then, a familiar and joking voice came from its mouth.
"I love this scene so much."
It's Lucifer·Morningstar.
He did not choose to invade Heaven, but chose to laugh at Heaven. At this moment, Lucifer was sitting in the corner of Light Bar, holding a small crow doll in his hand.
Talking to the crow doll as if on the phone.
The background sound in the bar was deafening explosions mixed with electronic music.
"Uriel, listen to the new music from my bar"
Lucifer smiled evilly while drinking, and put the doll close to the stereo, "Isn't the rhythm of bang bang bang very strong? A group of humans will use this to dance tomorrow night!"
His voice was full of schadenfreude.
Among Heaven.
Uriel, who heard this sound through the strange crow, turned pale instantly - he heard it, it was not electronic music at all.
It's a live recording of the Holy City explosion!
It was arranged into very exciting music!
"Say hello to Michael for me. Oh, I almost forgot. He can no longer hear my greetings. He is now licking his wounds in self-pity on a rooftop."
Lucifer's smiling voice was full of happiness, "Uriel, don't worry, although I don't like you, I am still willing to provide you with a job opportunity as a bartender."
L Zi's mouth is clean, and he has already guaranteed his righteousness and has already included the cloud,,,,,·
"Get out!!!"
Uriel couldn't help but blasted it with a holy fire, and the crow instantly turned into ashes. But Lucifer's laughter still echoed in Sanctum, like a nightmare that could never be dispelled.
"Hahahahahaha!"
Lucifer is indeed still laughing in his bar. God knows how many years he has not been so happy. The whole bar is filled with Lord of Hell's joyful mood.
At this time.
King of Demons Crowley is mopping the floor.
"Archangel also fell to heaven... This is so shocking." He stared at the TV screen, his eyes contracted violently. In the screen, Michael was crying silently.
Crowley knows very well that Heaven will cause chaos.
But I didn't expect the fun to be so great.
His intuition told him that this matter was by no means simple.
"Archangel's power will be gone if you don't?" Crowley turned to Lucifer behind the bar with an unbelievable tone. He knew very well that Michael was the 'Hand of God' that could create reality from nothingness.
"Don't think too much about Archangel being invincible." Lucifer shook the wine glass, with the cynical smile still on his face. He stretched out his thumb and index finger to make a thin slit.
"Michael is very strong, but there is another me between him and God. Don't underestimate this thin line of difference. It seems that there is only a thin line.
In fact, the entire Multiverse can fit in the middle of this line. In front of me, just like I was in front of that crazy batch of God, there is an insurmountable gap between mortals and Celestial."
Maybe Lucifer represents arrogance, but in fact, Lucifer has always been the most sober Angels. His words made Crowley stunned.
"What does God want to do?" Crowley frowned and couldn't help but start to speculate on the intentions of the Supreme One. He was obviously not as smart and sober as Lucifer.
Lucifer suddenly laughed and put the phone into Crowley's hand, "What does that have to do with us? Enjoy the moment! Come on,
Take a video for me."
Said.
Lucifer also tidied up his suit which was always spotless in Los Angeles.
The confused Crowley raised his phone, and Lucifer in the camera suddenly held his stomach, raised his hand and pointed at the camera, laughing so hard that his exaggerated laughter even shattered several chandeliers.
"Hahahaha"
Lucifer smiles very exaggeratedly.
"What are you...,.,,?" Crowley decisively took the video and carefully handed the phone back.
"Of course it's to have some fun." Lucifer licked the wine on his lips and looked back at the TV. On the screen, a group of Angels were learning the hot dance lessons sent to them remotely by Madison.
There is a set of courses for both men and women.
"Mazikeen!" Lucifer took another sip of wine, and then suddenly shouted not far away, "Go and see how much money we have left!"
I want to invest all my money in the company Ian·Kent!"
His tone was full of eagerness and impatience.
"Why are you so crazy?"
The female Demons bartender who was cleaning the glasses rolled her eyes.
"I don't want shares!" Lucifer raised his eyebrows. He held up the video he had just recorded and said excitedly, "I just want him to play my handsome face on the company's big screen in a loop!"
I have to say.
Lucifer the Three-Year-Old knows how to humiliate Angels.
"Wait, I'm going to check the accounts." Mazikeen was silent for a moment. She looked at the group of Angels on TV. Her disgust for Heaven finally defeated her anger towards Lucifer.
Crowley looked at Mazikeen's leaving figure and couldn't help but lower his voice and whispered to Lucifer for advice.
"That boy is really Salvific Angel?"
Although Crowley has other guesses about Ian, suspecting that Ian is the trumpet account opened by God in the human world, his guess is obviously not as accurate as the information from Lucifer.
Lucifer did not answer immediately.
Instead, he poured himself another glass of wine.
"There is no blood connection, clone, or power connection between him and God. However, the name - Salvific Angel is quite appropriate."
He stared at the [Evil God Funny Face] sticker on the TV, and looked at Ian, who was standing side by side with Superman on the TV screen, poking Batman's eyeballs.
The glory that other Angels can see.
How could Lord of Hell not see it.
Don't forget.
His identity of Angels has always been retained.
"Ian·Kent, the little boy that God values extremely, he is not simple, his origin, and his body - all hide God's uneasiness about certain things."
"I believe that the uneasiness did not come from the so-called Outer Universe invasion." Light Bar's neon lights flashed outside the window, making Lucifer's profile appear bright and dark.
He was still looking at the TV with [Evil God Funny Face] on it. In the screen, Ian, who was in the underground base, was studying Batman with his old father.
In the dim medical room of the underground base, Batman was lying on his back on the hospital bed, with strange purple-black scars all over his body. Those lines were running under his skin like living creatures, and they would squirm creepily from time to time. The most terrifying thing was that his eyes were exaggeratedly bulging out, as if they would pop out of their sockets at any time.
"Pah!
Ian skillfully stretched out his hand to push back the protruding eyeballs of Bruce, but as soon as he let go, the two gray-blue eyes popped out like glass beads.
Yan Xin attacked Batman's eyes widened again.
Keep going back and forth.
"Are you playing with Bruce's eyeballs?" Flash couldn't help but ask. His Speed Force was active on the retina, so that he could catch the pulling of Ian and Batman's eyeballs.
"I'm trying to prevent Uncle Bruce from growing tentacles under his eyeballs." Ian heard Flash say just now, and the audacious Batman actually dared to inject Cthulhu pollution into his body.
Batman doesn't mutate, who mutates?
"Aren't you really thinking about killing Batman and then forging a paternity test information to inherit Wayne Enterprises?"
Flash doesn't dare to have too much trust in Ian's bottom line.
Hear the words.
Ian couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"Did you know that I am an entrepreneur now? The development prospects of my company are much brighter than that of Wayne Enterprises." Ian no longer thinks about the three melons and two dates of Wayne Enterprises.
He believes that his group has a brighter future. Therefore, Wayne Enterprises is also very sorry to lose a great regent. This is not only Wayne Enterprises's regret, but also Damian's sorrow. It is estimated that Damian will never meet true love as a powerless young master again in this life.
Ian feels sorry for Damian.
He pressed Uncle Bruce's eyeballs back again.
"Why do I feel like you don't want to save Bruce at all?" Ian's uncle Barry looked at Superman suspiciously. Clark was scanning Bruce with X-sight. He had repeated this action tens of thousands of times. He suspected that Superman wanted to use this method to make Bruce full of radiation, thereby causing some terrible radiation sickness that would only occur in the future.
Of course.
This is obviously the attitude of Flash towards the belly of Superman. Clark has always only thought about when he will have the chance to break Batman's neck after Batman turns black.
He wouldn't even think about whether he should wear a suit at Batman's funeral.
Superman is really checking the problem of Batman.
"His body organs are still functioning normally. In fact, what we see is just an appearance between existence and non-existence.
However, this 'non-existent appearance' is likely to cover the reality after a period of time." Superman is completely different from before. His evolved vision allows him to see the traces of invasion more clearly.
"So, what should we do?" Ian The flashing [Wrong Data, Unable to Absorb] prompt in his sight made him irritated,
In fact, he had already tried various methods to rescue Bruce, Holy Sword purification, Elegy of Profanity, and even poured some God-killing Gunpowder scraped off God-Killing Gun into Bruce's veins, to no avail.
The pollution on Bruce has not been controlled or solved in any way.
[Elegy of Profanity: You can rely on your firm belief in yourself, blaspheme the authority of the gods, and strip away all positive or negative buffs from yourself and other people.]
Through its overbearing mechanical skills, Ian can indeed remove the pollution on Batman's body, but it cannot remove the Outer Universe attached to Batman's body.
That's not any state.
This also means that the pollution has been removed, and the next moment, new pollution will cover Batman here. This is no longer treating the symptoms but not the root cause.
The pollution on Batman is like bean sprouts that cannot be cut off completely.
"Maybe you can pray to the goddess you know again?" Superman knew that Lady Death could catch Outer Universe from the air, so he put forward his suggestion to Ian.
"Lady Death hasn't been so obsessed with me lately." Ian sighed heavily. It's not like he hasn't prayed before, but Lady Death, who had clearly appeared in Vatican before, has also been missing from Lady Death.
I don't know what I'm busy with.
Sure enough, what is shown in the island country movies is true. This is the reason why a wife who stays at home and does not get any attention from her husband will cheat on the cleaner or sewer repairman.
Indifference.
To distance people.
Originally, Ian only wanted to test Lady Death for tens of thousands of years, but he did not expect that Lady Death could not persist for even one year.
"What a fickle woman."
Ian sighed heavily.
[Wrong data, unable to absorb] information kept appearing in his sight, and now he doesn't know how to force out the contamination in it.
We can't let him hold Batman's brain and chew on it, right?
"I'm not a zombie!"
Ian is still quite resistant to this kind of behavior. He likes to eat all kinds of strange and energy-rich things, which are needed for his career.
He doesn't even like to eat broccoli on weekdays.
Not to mention the human brain, which is scarier than a pig brain.
"Let me try my ability to press the bottom of the box." Ian suddenly took out the Black Box player from his pocket and showed Martha·Wayne the precious video recorded by Heaven.
He waved the photo crazily in front of Bruce's wide-eyed eyes like he was waving a sacred object.
"Uncle Bruce! Your mother asked you to go to Heaven for dinner! She made your favorite White People Food, boiled chicken breast with unsalted mashed potatoes. If you don't go, she will give it to my grandfather."
"Maybe I'll give you something else." Ian shouted at the top of his lungs into Batman's ears. The photos played by Black Box almost stuck to Bruce's face.
"Ian! What are you talking about?!"
This sentence made Superman couldn't help but look at Ian several times with a horrified expression. Superman reacted greatly. However, Bruce obviously couldn't hear this heartwarming Heaven story.
"It seems that my killing move is useless."
Ian blinked, looking a little helpless. He did not answer Superman's question. Under such a serious incident, the incident of grandfather Jonathan drinking tea with another Martha would only disturb Superman's mind.
"No, what happened to what you just said?" Superman was a little frightened in his heart. He still just knew what Ian had encountered in Heaven.
Don't dare to think too much about it!
"Oh, my god, Ian has thought of a new way to inherit Wayne Enterprises." Flash was stunned on the sidelines. Of course he also realized the problem that Superman was aware of.
Even.
He also suspected that Ian had premeditated it, so he hired a pimp in Heaven.
"I have already said that Ian's Greatest Technology Group is more promising than Wayne Enterprises. I can promote that all my products are produced locally, but Wayne Enterprises dares to say that he does not use materials from the big Eastern countries?"
"Do you know what a mom is? I can make America great again!"
Ian couldn't help but roll his eyes at Flash three times. He knew that even if there was a price war with Wayne Enterprises on the same track, his technology group would definitely win the final victory.
".."
Flash It's hard to comment on this.
and Superman fell into silence.
"Let's think about how to save Bruce first." Superman put aside the distracting thoughts in his heart for the time being and did not take what Flash suggested to release the boy in his mind.
The only boy I can count on in this room is Ian.
However.
Seeing that Ian couldn't find a way to solve the problem for a while, Superman frowned and could only focus on Batman again and activated his own Super Brain"I want to give it a try." Superman took a deep breath and gently placed his palms on Batman's chest. The sound of Bruce·Wayne's heartbeat came through the suit.
But it has some unnatural echo.
That is actually an illusion.
But it's not all really an illusion.
If Bruce's situation continues to deteriorate, what was originally just a thing between reality and illusion may really affect Bruce's life safety.
"My new ability may be useful." Clark is not sure. He feels that he can sense the voices of others, and may not be able to feel Bruce's current soul state.
Thinking like this.
Clark closed his eyes and concentrated. You won't know if you don't try it, but once you try it, you will become idealistic. Sure enough, he unlocked a new "listening" method and a sense of empathy. In Superman's senses, in an instant, the surrounding scene began to distort and dissolve. The lights in the medical room quickly faded.
What replaced it was a chaotic alien space.
When Superman opened his eyes again, he was standing in front of a Eerie Temple. The building was squirming like a living creature, the walls were inlaid with countless painful and twisted faces, and the spire spiraled up with a spine-like structure. Scarlet mist filled the surroundings, and a sickeningly sweet aroma floated in the air.
"Bruce!"
In this sympathetic scene, Superman saw the figure he was looking for. In the center of the temple that looked extremely evil, Bruce·Wayne was standing upright.
"Have you thought of the answer?"
Batman spoke in a deep voice. There was a Evil God standing in front of him. That Evil God's whole body was composed of pure sensory pleasure and pain.
Every outline is constantly changing.
It seems that the entire existence itself is an ultimate temptation. Of course, Bruce is not bad either. He used the remaining pollution of Dream Power and Cthulhu collected from Metropolis to transform himself into a Fifth Chaos God-like posture in the dream, with the black viscous substance of Cthulhu series wrapped around his body.
Those tentacle-like pollutants were actually used by him as weapons, competing against the power of the enchanting Evil God.
"Time after time, I didn't even notice you. Now, either take your universe and leave my body." Batman's voice was terrifyingly calm.
"Otherwise, join me Destruction under the pollution of Cthulhu." Batman was negotiating with Evil God, and his method was obviously not as aggrieved as Doctor Strange in another world.
If they don't agree with each other, they will die together. This method is really too cruel.
"Despicable! How dare you threaten me with poison from another universe?" Evil God's perfect androgynous face was distorted, obviously afraid of the pollution on Batman.
His voice is like the superposition of thousands of harmonies, full of annoyance. There is no way, Slaanesh is "Lord of Pleasure", "God of Senses", Warhammer in the world's Warp Evil God.
However.
Even so.
He doesn't want to be a part of Cthulhu either. Evil God and Evil God are also different in their level of chaos and filth. Slaanesh doesn't dare to hold Bruce in his arms now.
"Didn't you say that I would fall in love with you while screaming? Didn't you say that you admire me?" Bruce sneered and actually let more black matter crawl up his arms.
He took a step forward.
Countless Cthulhu pollution began to permeate the temple.
"Ahhhh!!"
Evil God made a piercing scream.
"How dare you tarnish my perfection!"
He is dodging and escaping.
"Now, answer me and make your decision!" Bruce's soul has been half eroded by the pollution of Cthulhu, but he has not retreated but has become stronger. This is at the expense of his own will, forcibly introducing the pollution of Cthulhu to form an internal hedge, thereby delaying Slaanesh's complete control of him.
This is a big gamble.
Once it fails.
He will fall completely.
Become a part of Cthulhu pollution.
There will be no liberation forever.
"So that's it!"
Superman witnessed this scene.
I immediately understood what was happening.
Bruce is not polluted, he is using pollution to fight against pollution! Those seemingly terrifying scars are actually caused by the battlefield where two forces from different universes are fighting in Bruce's body.
"This is too risky."
Superman's consciousness was immersed in the depths of Bruce's soul, and in front of him was the strange and mysterious temple. He stood in the distance, watching the confrontation between Bruce and Evil God.
I was shocked.
However, just when he was about to continue observing, the enchanting Evil God suddenly looked up.
"Look at this human being! He is using Cthulhu pollution to fight against me! Aren't you going to take care of it?!" Evil God's elegance was filled with anger and panic.
He seemed to be complaining to some hidden existence.
"Take care of this crazy human being! If I am contaminated, you and other guys will not be able to escape!" Slaanesh's threat was like a stone's throw, and no response was received.
She should probably sit at the same table as Michael.
Clark looked in the direction of Evil God's roar. At the end of Shattered World, a huge figure wearing golden armor and sitting on Golden Throne was watching here.
There is a comic book on his lap.
When Superman's eyes met his, the figure actually nodded slightly at Superman.
In an instant, a massive amount of information flooded into Clark's consciousness: the burning galaxy, the endless war, the pollution of Warp.,
Finally converged into a clear will.
[Destruction us.]
The other party was actually able to transmit information to Superman, and the information transmitted was still this kind of information. Superman couldn't help but feel shocked, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether this was some kind of conspiracy.
He has also been exposed to the invasion of Outer Universe several times.
And this.
This is the first time that Outer Universe exists, and I actually want him to be Destruction, Outer Universe.
"He is not the supreme leader of this world, but a corner of this world. Since he cannot make decisions by himself, do you hope that I can help him?"
Superman and the figure on the throne looked at each other.
He could clearly feel the other person's open mind.
"Who is he?" Superman's emotions fluctuated greatly. When he looked at the center of the temple again, he found that Bruce and the ferocious and enchanting Evil God still failed to notice his existence.
"It's useless. This kind of pollution is more evil than your pollution." Batman is still confronting Evil God. The energy of Cthulhu wrapped around him collides fiercely with the corrupting power of Slaanesh.
He was constantly fighting with Evil God.
But he turned a blind eye to Superman, who was so close at hand.
Just when Clark stepped forward to see if he could interfere with this area.
"Clark."
Flash's call suddenly came from a distant place. Superman felt a pulling force appear in reality, and he took one last look at Bruce, who was torn apart by two kinds of pollution.
Immediately, his consciousness suddenly returned to reality.
Obviously, Superman's palm broke away from Bruce's chest while Flash was shaking. The lights of the underground base pierced his eyes, and Superman looked at Flash with some confusion.
"What happened?"
He felt Flash's anxiety.
"You'd better take a look at this. It has nothing to do with me. I don't hit the little boy. He will fall to the ground when he says he will fall to the ground." Flash Barry pointed at Ian lying on the ground.
His expression looked like he had seen a ghost.
Clark looked in the direction of Flash's fingers and saw Ian lying flat on the ground with his hands folded on his chest and a peaceful smile on his face.
The posture was like preparing for burial.
There is also a sheet on the ground that Ian pulled out from Batman's hospital bed.
"I don't know what's going on, Ian might want to touch me." Flash's voice trembled, "We were originally discussing the high technologies in S.T.A.R. Labs, and he wanted to buy them. I said that I couldn't make the decision for the doctor, but Ian suddenly said, 'Time's up,' and then lay on the ground without moving."
Flash expressed his experience very wonderfully.
Regarding this.
Superman There is no surprise at all.
"Well, Ian is like this. He will go to bed on time at this point, which is already very good. At least he did not move Batman and me and lie on the bed by himself."
Clark is not surprised.
Instead, he defended his younger son.
He is hiding something.
But Flash, who was a little excited, didn't notice it.
"This is not just sleeping, I can't even touch him." Flash's hand poked at Ian, as if it had poked an illusory bubble, and the fingertips actually penetrated the boy's body directly.
"It must not be a normal thing. Has he also been invaded?" Flash chattered excitedly. He raised his head, but only saw Clark's extremely deep eyes.
With a calm calmness.