[Comprehensive Anglo-American] To be a king can save the world

The Batmen looked at Batman, who had his back turned to Michael, his back was still steady as if everything was under his control, as Batman always does.

No matter what kind of predicament they face, as long as they see Batman, they will wake up from their confusion, because Batman is a lighthouse in the fog.

What would Batman do?

He chose to turn his head and catch Ryan——

Ryan will not rebel against Batman, because he is also 'Batman', and Gotham is the most important thing in Batman's heart, even if the 'other side' Batman wants to protect only 'himself'.

He will also know that if Gotham is destroyed, then 'himself' will also die.

Or maybe Batman will choose to live and die with Gotham.

No matter what Batman chooses, the Batman will always stand behind him to support his choice.

However, they are always easy to overlook that Batman is a special case.

He never chooses the choices people give him, just like the clown who forced him to choose life and death countless times, Batman never gave in.

Batman moved. He pulled out the accessories from his belt and quickly assembled a simple and unpretentious iron crossbow, aiming at Michael.

This is an anti-god weapon that Batman researched and produced during the period after Michael left.

Clark's eyebrows jumped when he saw Batman take out his weapon. He believed that the crossbow made by Batman was definitely not an ordinary crossbow, and it might really hurt Michael.

Just like Batman once created a heavy armor to deal with Clark, Batman's wisdom and strength can make him easily do what he wants to do, so Batman is the real head of the Justice League.

He is as human as a god.

Clark didn't want Michael to be hurt, or Gotham to be destroyed, and he hated that choice.

Ryan also noticed Batman's movements, and he let out a sinister 'tsk'.

"do not move."

Ryan's demonized face looked more intimidating than usual, and his temper was much more irritable than before. The surge in magic power made every part of his body excruciatingly painful.

"Stop messing with it, Batman."

Batman, who was yelled by Ryan, looked at Ryan silently, and the crossbow in his hand was a little crooked by the yell.

Ryan withdrew his gaze and looked at Michael in the sky with cold eyes.

"I won't let anything happen to my Gotham." Ryan exhaled, and sparks spewed out of the mist from his lips, reminding him again that he is no longer human, or that he was not human from the beginning .

Batman paused when he heard this, feeling a little strange in his heart, like a prick of a small needle.

Ryan no longer said that it was for him or for his Gotham, he said it was for his own Gotham, it was clear that they were the same person, and there was no problem with Ryan saying that.

But Bruce, who was used to Ryan centering on Batman in everything he said and did, felt uncomfortable.

It's like being jealous.

He instinctively felt that this person seemed to be willing to be manipulated and controlled by him, as if he would no longer put him first.

He seemed to be losing Ryan.

But why, he felt uncomfortable, he was using Ryan, wasn't he?On the one hand, he was vigilant against Ryan, but on the other hand, relying on Ryan's heart to protect him, he tried his best to let Ryan play the greatest role.

He clearly knew that asking Ryan to hand over that dark power, or simply handing Ryan over to Michael was the best way to deal with it.

Ryan was dying, and Bruce had seen it in Ilios.

Ryan revealed weakness from the inside out.

Zatanna said that Leanne died is not groundless, and now Leanne is 'alive' again, not in the form of a human, but in the form of a 'demon'.

There is only one possibility for Ryan to come back, and he just doesn't want Michael to destroy Gotham.

The energy that Ryan exploded against Michael, Bruce could tell at a glance that it was a flashback.

Ryan will always die, and handing him over to Michael to keep Gotham alive is the best solution in Batman's brain at the moment.

But at this moment, he just didn't want to do anything.

For the first time, his sensibility won the battle with reason.

Batman frowned, trying to get rid of the strange emotions. He turned his head to look at Ryan, and instead of withdrawing the crossbow immediately, he looked at what Ryan was going to do.

The sharp gun fell from the clouds and stirred the clouds, dyeing them into a hazy yellow, just like the dusk of the gods who judged the gods and fought in the allusions.

The large black shield unfolded to cover the entire tarmac, and the huge energy formed a black-purple translucent mysterious rune that enveloped Gotham.

Under the black shield, Lean's white hair was pitted and pitted by the flames of hell. He tightly held the small handshake of the large shield, which was not even one-ten-thousandth the size of the large shield.

Luckily, Ryan was able to hold on to it tightly, preventing the Great Shield from producing any cheap, magical power.

He stared at Michael directly through the gap in the shield with a cold and firm expression.

The moment the rune collided with the tip of Suzaku's spear, a large amount of clouds and air were stirred and overheated, forming heavy rain and thick fog.

There is a strong smell of charcoal in the fog, and the whole Gotham smells like bacon. The thick fog, the sound of rain, and the smell of charcoal blind everyone's senses, without exception.

Only Batman could smell a little blood from the charcoal, because it was so close.

Bruce walked towards Ryan subconsciously.

A golden glow descended from the sky, and the asphalt ground of the tarmac was directly lifted up by this menacing divine power, and Batman also flew a good distance along with the lifted ground.

The dense fog was pushed away by divine power, and the pouring rain fell on the armor with crackling noises, making a sound that made the flesh ache.

The rain stuck to his face, and quickly wet his hair and eyelashes, covering Batman's eyes. In addition, he was just thrown out, dizzy, and he could barely squint to see the blurry shadow.

Michael stood in front of him, with a hazy light all over his body. The rain was completely blocked by the light covering his body, and none of the rain fell on Michael.

Michael lowered his eyes, staring down at the man kneeling at his feet.

His silver hair was drenched by the rain, sticking to the black armor strand by strand. The rain fell on the ground along the gap between the black armor. He knelt on the ground in a state of embarrassment, with one hand supporting the ground and the other hand covering his face. Mouth.

His throat trembled, and an uncontrollable cough escaped from his lips in a low voice. His back was straightened, but trembled with each cough. It was clear that the cough was not loud and was mostly covered by the rain. Bisheng gives people a heart-piercing feeling.

Black and red blood overflowed from the palm of his mouth, without a trace of fire, his magic power was almost exhausted.

The holy light on Michael's body instinctively wiped out the evil magic power, and the billowing smoke from Ryan's body was a symbol of the evil spirits being expelled and eliminated, and his whole body was also scorched.

It's like a vampire being exposed to the sun.

Michael gently hugged himself on the ground by the waist, and observed his expression through the hair that was wet and stuck to his face.

On the surface, he was as immobile as a mountain, but he sighed inwardly.

His own face looks so damn good after being demonized.

"Sir!!!" Dick, who burst out with a strong desire to speak at this moment, finally broke through Michael's restriction, he roared.

There are too many emotions in this voice, helplessness and despair, and Dick's heart-piercing heartbreaking about Ryan Brea's hopeless and missed again.

His heart was beating fiercely, and every time it beat, his whole body was in excruciating pain. He was about to lose it again. Even if he never had it this time, he didn't want to have such regrets and pains again.

Dick stared fixedly at Ryan, he struggled wildly trying to get rid of the golden thread on his body, the golden thread cut Dick's flesh during Dick's movement, and the oozing blood stained the golden thread red.

For the first time, Michael gave Dick a straight look. There was a trace of surprise in his eyes, and he calmed down in the next second. He threw Ryan on the ground again.

Dick Grayson is a human being with a very strong destiny. His burning will can actually shake the strength of the golden thread.

So what.

Michael raised one palm to Dick again, and slowly closed his fingers, and Dick was once again cast a silence spell.

The gold wires were no longer as hard as steel wires, but turned into soft silk threads, most of them were wrapped around Dick, and now Dick couldn't move at all.

Michael narrowed his eyes, Batman was still cold-hearted, even though Ryan had just paid a terrible price to save Gotham, the favorability bar remained motionless.

In this case, let's end the curtain, even if he is unwilling, he also knows that there is no need to waste too much time on Batman.

Thinking like this, Michael held a seemingly invisible thing in his hand, and ruthlessly pierced towards Ryan. Ryan's abdomen was torn open by the gun, and the black and red blood stained the invisible gun. The outline of □□ appears.

□□Put it firmly on the ground, and put Le'an in place.

Ryan couldn't help vomiting a mouthful of blood, the pain of being pierced by a sharp knife mixed with the pain of dying from the depletion of mana seemed to be able to shatter his soul.

The more it hurts, the angrier Ryan is. He knows that it's not Batman's responsibility. Batman may be a hard-hearted man in his eyes, but in the eyes of Gotham people, he is the real savior. Deceived, extremely determined existence.

Ryan would think selfishly, since Gotham is always the top priority in Batman's heart, so what if he is partial to his affection?He's no match for Gotham anyway.

Ryan knew that this was an unreasonable and unreasonable complaint, but he couldn't help but blame Batman.

A large amount of blood gushed out from between the fingers, and Ryan's eyes were full of dark clouds.

Michael, who resonated with Ryan's anger, blurted out the holy sword and raised it slowly. Next, he will cut off his head, which is really exciting.

"The filth that should not have appeared in the other world, together with this accidentally split soul, I immediately declare that the death penalty of beheading will be eliminated."

The holy sword drew a semicircle in the air, but failed to cut off Ryan's head, and stopped firmly when the blade was close to Ryan's neck.

The hook rope was firmly tied to the holy sword and turned round and round, but it was clearly a human weapon, but it prevented Michael from moving down for half a minute.

No human weapon can shake a divine weapon, at least not normally.

Michael's eyebrows hidden under his forehead raised, this is Batman's weapon, he looked at Batman indifferently along the steel rope.

Ryan's pupils also contracted slightly. He didn't know what was the use of Batman's hypocrisy now. Michael would leave Gotham after he died, or Batman felt that his face as Gotham's savior was more important at this moment.

According to Michael's warlike and heavenly viceroyal personality, as long as someone provokes him or declares war on him, Michael will definitely fight without hesitation. He respects his opponents very much, and his kindness will never be bestowed on opponents.

Clark looked at the holy sword that had been wrapped several times by the hook rope in astonishment. He could see that Michael really couldn't wield the holy sword. Was Batman's anti-god weapon really useful?

Batman's legs were slightly spread apart, his back was arched, his hands tightly wrapped around a part of the hook rope, and his cold blue eyes, as always, stared firmly at Michael.

Ryan suddenly raised his head to look at Batman, the red and black pupils under the shiny eyelashes that were wetted by rain shrunk into a small dot due to anger, and the eye sockets were red with blood and red blood, just like hell of evil spirits.

"Get out!!! What do you think you're doing Batman!"

"I don't need your pity!"

"Are you going to cause more damage to my Gotham!!!"

Ryan roared hysterically, venting his anger.

Every time he yelled a word, a distorted pleasure surged in his heart, he was finally able to vent all the dissatisfaction these days freely, he didn't think the sharp edge of these words could break Batman.

But who cares, he doesn't care, he just wants to vent, anyway, he will leave Batman and Gotham soon, and it is best not to have any contact with Batman in this life.

Ryan didn't think Batman would love him, he had given up on it now, he was a liar, and there were always people that liars couldn't fool, he just wanted to end all of this as soon as possible.

However, Batman was trying to break the ending set by Ryan, and Ryan was so angry that he couldn't help it.

As he roared angrily, blood poured out from his eye sockets mixed with rainwater, and that pale face became extremely filthy.

Batman's figure seemed to shake for a moment, and then became firm again. He held on to the rope tightly, and Ryan's words had no effect on him.

Michael flapped his wings and tried to pull the holy sword, but failed.

Even Michael was exaggerated into Ryan's anger, and he stared at Batman with icy eyes.

"Then Batman, I will take your actions as a challenge to me."

"Michael, the Lord of Light, accepts your invitation to fight. Out of the principle of respecting the opponent, I will fight with all my strength without reservation."