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

Zatanna and the members of the Batman consciously walked to Batman's side to make a challenge. Clark looked at Michael for the last time. He fixed his eyes and stood by Batman's side.

"..Michael, I'm sorry. I can't let you hurt innocent people."

Michael used all his strength, and the city of Gotham might not be able to survive in his hands.

Michael watched the assembled scene with cold eyes. No matter how many people came, it was meaningless to him, and he didn't care if the battle was fair or not. Do you care about how many more ants came?

Michael raised his vacant hand upwards, and a round of sun flames appeared in the sky, directly evaporating the rainwater, and the sky became dry again in an instant.

The switch between rain and scorching sun happened in just ten seconds.

It is unimaginable what kind of consequences this Yang Yan will cause if it falls on Gotham.

Michael spread out his six wings, and the six wings became golden yellow in front of the golden red red sun, covered with a layer of light, and he stared indifferently at everyone and everything in front of him.

Before angels, all living beings are equal except God.

Superman closed his eyes and restrained his love for Michael in his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he was already on guard against Michael, and his love was buried in his heart.

He was Superman first and then Clark.

Clark has the right to pursue love freely, but his lover has died in the decisive battle with Lucifer.

Now in front of him is Michael, the Lord of Light and God's agent, not Michael, the lover of the young reporter Clark.

Zatanna opened a thick magic barrier, and Jason very consciously searched for the anti-god equipment that Batman had just brought from the bat capsule and distributed them to others.

The defense of Gotham is imminent.

Michael is not completely irrational, he knows that God always favors human beings, especially human beings like Batman and Superman, who have escaped the shackles of fate, are strong and great, and are human 'heroes'.

"I'll give you one last chance, heroes of humanity."

"Let go of the hook, and the city will be able to avoid the fate of destruction, otherwise destruction is just its predetermined end." Michael's voice was high and cold, without any persuasion that should have been in his tone.

It's like asking a question in a business-like manner without actually caring what Batman would choose.

Batman didn't speak, but Jason spoke first, and he let out a 'tsk' impatiently. "Why so much nonsense? Are you afraid that your grandpa will pluck your feathers?"

Damian took a step forward, and he said with a knife sideways: "Todd, the bird wings are mine, I need this in my collection room."

As early as Michael was planning to destroy Gotham and Ryan together, he no longer regarded Michael as an unmet idol in his heart.

Michael narrowed his eyes slightly, not taking the provocation of the two into his heart.

Only guys with no strength will use their mouths.

At this moment, Ryan suddenly moved. He grabbed the blade of the holy sword, and the flesh on his hand was immediately scalded by the scorching holy light, making a hissing sound and emitting white smoke.

In an instant, the hands were decomposed by the holy light, leaving only the bones. The holy light continued to spread after chasing the magic power. Although the arm hidden under the black armor could not be seen, it could be seen that the black armor suddenly sank, and the black armor hit the hard surface. There is a crisp sound on the object.

His arm was also reduced to ashes under the influence of the holy light, leaving only bones.

This action of Ryan was unexpected by everyone, and Michael lowered his head in confusion.

I saw silvery white hair flashing, black and red blood spurting out, splashing everywhere on Michael's robe and the ground, the black blood stained with magical power sizzled and turned into white smoke, and it didn't even appear. Can leave any trace on Michael's robe.

A few strands of severed silver-white hair fell to the ground and mixed with muddy water, the original color could not be seen in a blink of an eye.

The holy sword that cut iron like mud easily cut off the demon's head, and the silver head couldn't roll very far, and was forced to stop because of the large and uneven horns on its head.

The body that lost its head and life support shook twice and fell to the ground.

The blood mixed with the rainwater that formed a puddle on the ground, turning into a puddle of black liquid.

It wasn't Michael who swung the holy sword and chopped off Ryan's head, it was Ryan who grabbed the holy sword and cut off his own neck to end his life.

Ryan, whose consciousness returned to Michael, looked at himself on the ground with a complicated look on his face, and he had no intention of continuing to fight. He told everyone that the reason for his lower realm was that he was instructed by Jehovah.

Now that the evil spirits have been eliminated, there is no need for him to continue fighting them.

So Michael pulled the holy sword, but Batman didn't let go, and he still maintained his original posture.

Bruce stared blankly at Ryan's head not far away.

Some of the flesh on that pale face was peeled off to reveal what looked like a scorched interior, which looked a bit hideous and terrifying, but Ryan's expression was quite relaxed and calm when he chose to cut off his own head.

It seems that death, getting out of this body, guarding Gotham, and leaving Bruce is the best ending he wants.

The silver threads scattered on the ground became dry due to the loss of vitality, not as smooth as before. The silver threads were spread out on the ground and there were many silvery white waves, with dust and blood stains stuck to them.

Bruce figured, he'd have to take it back, even though Ryan never said it, but Bruce just knew Ryan loved his beautiful hair, and whenever he saw Ryan, it was always clean and smooth, Smells like shampoo.

Bruce also liked Ryan's beautiful, brilliant silver hair, and when he had sex, he would grab the soft hair, and afterward he would run his fingers through Ryan's hair to lull him to sleep.

The expression on that overly beautiful face to outsiders should always be indifference and alienation. Calm, smiling, angry, happy, absent-minded, flushed and with aftertaste, these should be his talents. right.

So when Ryan faced everyone with a calm, relieved expression before he died, jealousy seemed to flood Bruce, jealousy, crazy jealousy, it was his.

Why show it to others?Oh, because when finally Ryan finally became like 'Batman', he got rid of his sentimentality and became strong, and also became as cruel and cold-hearted as 'Batman'.

It's just that Bruce has always been the one who showed a stubborn heart before, but now it's Ryan.

So it was Bruce who was injured, but this was only a ten-thousandth of what Ryan suffered when he was hurt and ignored by Bruce.

In addition, the heart seemed to be placed in salt water with a circle of thorns.

It hurts, worse than any injury I've ever had.

Love.

The word made Bruce enlightened and heartbroken at the same time.

Yes, he loves 'self' deeply, just like 'self' loves him deeply.

But he resists 'myself' love, and uses 'myself' love to do things that I know will make 'myself' give up.

So 'I' calmly chose death, chose to protect Gotham, and at the same time stay away from him forever.

Batman was finally willing to let go, Michael lightly waved the holy sword and cut off the hook rope, he flapped his wings and prepared to leave.

Fuck Batman, we better never see each other.

"Michael, where are you going?" Clark saw that Michael was about to leave after the crisis was resolved, so he couldn't help but chased two steps forward.

"Mission completed, warning—warning—encountered an energy bug, testing and repairing and adding an energy storehouse."

Michael or Ryan heard the long-lost notification sound from the system, and he paused.

He opened the system prompt panel calmly, only Michael stood still in front of others.

The favorability bar belonging to Batman soared all the way from zero to one hundred, and broke through the system's favorability bar all the way to two hundred, and finally stopped at the 500 amount.

He likes Ryan five times more than other Raiders targets.

What the hell?

Ryan glanced at Batman lightly, what's going on with Batman?Do people have to die to know that they love each other?Or, Gotham is more important to Batman than love, so when the person you love dies, it will no longer have any impact on Batman's career before you dare to love freely?

Love a dead man?very funny.

"It is detected that the points exceed the expected value of the system, and now the reward mode is turned on, and the points obtained for this task will be multiplied by 5 times."

what.. so much?

Ryan counted the points, and the attack on Batman is five targets, so that he only needs to complete the last attack task to restore the world.

Ryan's eyes became a little flattered, now he doesn't bother watching Gotham, and Batman is also pleasing to the eye.

However, during this period of time, he was still angry with Batman, and he could only say that Batman deserved to be single.

Ryan glanced at Superman coldly, and replied slowly to Superman. "The seventh day."

Ryan was about to leave when Batman moved, and he immediately looked at Batman vigilantly, only to see Batman walking towards Ryan's head on the ground, his steps were quite steady, as if a little heavy.

Ryan became interested, and he stood quietly at the same place, the idea of ​​watching the play had already been expressed in his movements, and his expression was indifferent, as if he had nothing to do with himself.

Batman untied the cloak on his back, and took off his gauntlets. The gauntlets hit the ground twice, and he squatted down, and gently gathered the silver threads that were stained with mud and rain with his hands.

This is the appearance of Batman that Zatanna and Clark have never seen before. He is so cautious and gentle, as if he is dealing with the most precious thing in the world, even if he is dealing with the most precious thing in the world, Batman will not It will be like this.

It was also the first time for the Bat family to see Bruce's expression like this.

Under the baking of the sun, white smoke rose from Ryan's head, and all evil spirits could not be directly exposed to the sun, let alone this sun flame made of divine power.

At this time, out of some kind of evil interest in watching the excitement, Ryan untied the magic on Dick, and also pulled out the demons along the way.

Dick, who found that he could move, immediately staggered and ran towards Bruce's direction. His limbs lost their previous flexibility due to being controlled for too long. He fell to the ground and got up again and ran towards Ryan's head.

Finally in front of Bruce, Dick wiped his hands on his body and wanted to hug Ryan's head.

However, Dick didn't touch it, and there was a piercing pain in his ankle. After a while, his head hit the asphalt floor and there was a burning pain. His eyes were bloodshot and black for a while.

There was no doubt that the Batman tripped him.

Dick didn't have time to think too much, he roared in a hoarse voice: "The sun will make him disappear, give him to me."

Batman didn't speak, he was still doing what he was supposed to do, he gently hugged Ryan's head, covered it with a black cloak, and circled around to avoid direct sunlight on Ryan's head head.

"Let's go back, go back to our home." Batman whispered, not knowing who he was talking to.

Michael squinted his eyes looking at Batman's back. Avoiding direct sunlight can indeed slow down the ashes of evil spirits. When Batman brought his head back to the Batcave, there must be only ashes left.

Ryan also has no interest in letting others hide his head or hold his ashes.

So he moved his fingers, and the head wrapped in the cloak quickly shriveled and turned into dust flowing out from the gap in the cloak. Most of the gray dust was taken away by the wind, and only a small part fell on the ground and merged into it. In the ground, unable to pick up.

Just like Ryan didn't want to go back with Batman or be with Batman, the head that was clearly intact just now turned into dust in an instant.

Eloquently integrated into the air of Gotham.

Batman twitched his lips, would rather be part of the wind than go home with me.

Is it worthy of being called 'myself'?

Ryan finally chose Gotham as he thought, so he became the wind of Gotham, he got rid of the prison, and he was free.

Bruce, who lost his guardian, is in prison.

Ryan looked at it for a while and found it boring, even now Batman is not like Dick or Clark, he is always the special, the strongest one.

He spread out six wings and rushed to the clouds, soaring over Gotham for a week, a colorful halo rose wherever he went, and brought the gospel to Gotham.