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

Bluehaven, Lux Bar, 10 o'clock at night is the busiest time for the bar.

The glass light ball reflects brilliant colors, the eardrums are throbbing with the blaring music, men and women in revealing clothes are dancing on the dance floor, their faces are full of fanaticism, and the tips of their hair are already wet with sweat, but they don’t know it.

Sweat and alcohol mixed into a decadent smell, and the dim lights coated the dance floor with a hazy, beautiful sleepless place.

Lucifer should have enjoyed the night on the dance floor or flirted with pretty people, but in short, he shouldn't be in the quietest corner of Lux like now.

At this moment, he was indeed alone in the corner.

Lucifer didn't pay any attention to his surroundings, he sat alone on the bar stool.

That handsome face that always had a vague smile on his face was thoughtful at the moment, and he was holding his mobile phone and staring at the screen in a daze.

A black-haired woman in high heels came to Lucifer with a glass of wine. When she handed the wine to Lucifer, she glanced at Lucifer's cell phone, and her gaze stayed on the familiar blond hair and six wings.

She was one of the angels who had first fallen with Lucifer, so she naturally knew Michael, the younger brother of His Royal Highness Lucifer.

A staid executor of God's orders.

"Would that old man in God be willing to send him to Earth?" the woman asked with great interest.

Ever since Lucifer chose to betray, God has kept a close eye on Michael, fearing that Michael would follow Lucifer's old path.

Lucifer didn't answer, he stared closely at the person on the phone screen, the angel who came from his compatriots but had a very different temperament.

Lucifer and Michael didn't have much contact when they were in the upper realm. Although they are brothers, their personalities are very different, and the areas they are responsible for are also different.

Even when Lucifer and Michael met in the upper realm, they just nodded to each other.

For the longest time, he had to think about it.. maybe decades, he didn't see Michael.

It wasn't until Michael returned to his vision that Lucifer knew that his "dear" brother Michael had his memory sealed and thrown into the world to experience human life because of something wrong.

Oh, that is really the cruelest punishment, to become the lowest creature and be forced to experience their ordinary and painful life.

It's a pity that he was dealing with the affairs of heaven at that time, and as the right seat of the god, he didn't have time to find out where his younger brother was.

He didn't even know what Michael did to make Yahweh so angry that he threw Michael's sealed memory into the world, but Lucifer had already seen through Yahweh's true colors.

Their 'father' is not as benevolent as he is, on the contrary, he is very cruel, and he was also exiled to the world and hell for the seven deadly sins, which caused much trouble for mankind... However, Lucifer does not care about human beings.

Before the fall, Lucifer was the right seat of the gods. At that time, Michael had not yet sat in the current position.

It was also after Lucifer chose to lead the angels to rebel that Jehovah realized the importance of Michael, and gave Michael the sword of judgment to lead the angels to fight Lucifer.

After the centuries-long war between gods and demons ended, Yahweh withdrew the sword of judgment and named Michael the vice-king of the kingdom of heaven.

It was the position that Lucifer had easily obtained in the past, a position that he had long since disdained, and now he has already become the king of hell.

Michael is just a substitute for himself.

After half a minute, Lucifer provoked a lazy smile.

"Who do you think will win, me or him?" Lucifer asked casually.

The woman replied without hesitation: "Of course it is Your Highness."

"Oh?" Lucifer still smiled casually. "We have been suppressed by Michael several times when we attacked heaven, do you still believe that I will win?"

The woman pursed her lips, and replied unwillingly: "It's in heaven, and the place covered by divine power has already blessed them. If the battlefield is transferred to the human world, the group of bird people may not be able to win."

The woman has completely forgotten that as a demon, she was once the birdman in her mouth, and she was also an angel blessed by divine power and proud of it.

The woman paused and said, "However, Michael has made himself extremely embarrassed this time."

The woman couldn't help laughing when she thought of Michael being tied up in front of humans in an extremely profane and shameful posture. "He was almost played by human beings, I really want to see his stupid expression when he was almost desecrated and tried to save human beings."

Lucifer smiled.

He naturally knew what the woman said. Even if Lucifer, the lord of hell, had left hell, the power of hell was still under his jurisdiction. He could easily learn what happened last night with just a little investigation.

But his thinking is different from that of the woman, perhaps because of the resonance from the source of power, he feels that Michael seems to have become a little different.

Especially the thing about Michael trying to hurt humans.

Oh, maybe his cheap little brother finally ushered in his belated rebellious period?

"My substitute."

Lucifer narrowed his eyes, a dark red light flashed across his eyes, he licked his upper lip lightly, showing a well-prepared smile, and whispered softly.

"Michael."

Looking forward to meeting you.

Lucifer's whispered voice was soft and affectionate, as if he was calling his lover's name softly.

However, at this moment Michael, that is, Ryan, did not know that Lucifer, who was far away in Bruhaven, had already taken an interest in him.

Ryan displayed his divine power in the air so that no one could notice him. Then he changed into a new outfit and used the system's built-in function to teleport to the place where Superman lived.

Ryan glanced at this neat bachelor's house, folded his wings, and sat on the not-so-soft sofa in the living room very naturally, his legs wrapped in suit pants were folded together.

He floods Superman's entire apartment with his powers, as if marking his territory, and he does.

But it's not just because of this, Michael's coming to the world will naturally attract the attention of other existences, such as demons and monsters.

The powerful divine power can keep those low-level things from approaching, and can also conceal their whereabouts to a certain extent. Low-level creatures can't detect that there is a great god hidden here.

Likewise, Ryan needs some powerful creatures as Michael's 'opponents', who let Michael's opponents not be human.

otherwise?Have an ordinary, safe and secure relationship with Superman?

No, he is Michael, the deputy king of the kingdom of heaven, and Superman is the son of tomorrow, so he must be worthy of this identity no matter what?

And 'ordinary' doesn't attract the guys above.

So it is very important to create enemies and conflicts.

Ryan bent his fingers and tapped the leather sofa unconsciously with his knuckles. He raised his head and thought about the next action.

He didn't forget that his mission was to attack Superman.

The first meeting between him and Superman is not well defined. Superman is a god on earth. Everyone knows that Superman is their savior, who protects mankind and will do his best to save everyone.

And the 'Michael' whom Ryan set for himself has lost his own benevolence, will be angry with human beings, and will 'punish' them.

Now Michael's character design is exactly the opposite of Superman's character design. This is a good opportunity, and the opposite means complementarity.

The first meeting between Michael and Superman was not a good one, but Ryan believed that it would definitely leave a deep memory and impression in Superman's heart.

that's enough.

For the rest, Ryan just needs to slowly correct Superman's impression of him, and he will let Superman see what he wants Superman to see.

A seemingly arrogant and bad-tempered Michael who is learning and absorbing human habits to become more and more human.

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The first ray of light, which represents the dawn, crossed the skyline and shone in the steel forest. People who got up early to work and jogged in the morning appeared one after another in this last short and peaceful city.

Clark, who was wearing a gray jumper, was unobtrusive. He bought a morning like the end of his usual morning run, admiring the gesture of the city and walking home.

Walking downstairs to the apartment, Clark, who had long been accustomed to the loud noises in the apartment, noticed something was wrong.

Quiet.

The sound of steady breathing and heartbeat came to Clark's ears. It was different from usual. There was a couple next door to him. They were always arguing. This time was when his wife woke up, and it was usually accompanied by her low crying. .

Upstairs to him lived an old lady suffering from pneumonia, and her breathing was always more rapid than others.There are also children who are always surprised by nightmares...young people who sleepwalk..

At this moment, everyone's breathing is quite calm, which means that they are very healthy, both mentally and physically.

This is good.

Maybe it was infected by this beautiful tranquility, or for some other reason, Clark felt very peaceful, and all troubles seemed to be far away from him. He loved this.

He couldn't help curling his lips, he didn't want to disturb the moment of tranquility, he walked upstairs lightly without making any movement.

The moment Clark inserted the key into the hole and squeezed the doorknob to open the door, he paused, and the breath belonging to another person overwhelmingly hit him through the crack of the door.

Clark squinted his eyes vigilantly. Affected by the cozy atmosphere, he didn't notice that there was an extra person in his apartment.

This breath is too relaxing and vigilant, quiet and gentle, like a clear spring flowing through the heart and brain, washing away the remaining filth and impurity.

And so--

Familiar with.

This is divine power.

Actually the last time Clark met Michael.. the last time he thought he'd see him.

The divine power exuded by Michael is irritable and angry, and the gentle divine power becomes extremely aggressive and lethal because of Michael's anger, like a sharp sword hanging above his head ready to move, forcing the guilty to kneel down to the angel of judgment Confession of crime.

Now Michael's divine power is quite calm, which at least proves that he is in a good mood at the moment.

It's good news that Clark doesn't have to face a pissed-off Michael, God knows how much Clark doesn't want to confront Michael.

Even Clark felt quite strong pressure from the anger erupted by the archangel. If Clark hadn't confessed that he had done nothing wrong, he would not be a guilty person.

He would probably also kneel down and confess his crimes to Michael.

Clark exhaled, collected himself, and walked into his own apartment.

He raised his eyes, and his gaze fell on the archangel who was so dazzling that Clark couldn't look away at all.

The blond-haired archangel didn't wear the almost transparent gauze dress, but instead put on an extremely modern dress. The fabric of the black suit clings to his figure, perfectly highlighting his perfect figure, and looks ascetic and handsome.

One of his legs was crossed over the other, and the muscles were tight against the suit pants. The raised leg swayed slightly, the toes touched the ground lightly, and the whiteness of the ankle was even more eye-catching.

The three pairs of big wings were gone, so Michael would naturally take them back.

Clark didn't think the height of the apartment room would accommodate those three beautiful pairs of wings, as proud as their owners.

He trimmed his waist-length hair to shoulder-length short hair. Under the golden hair, there was no expression on the beautiful and sharp face. The golden eyes did not accommodate Clark, and he was only engrossed in Clark's hands. things.

He was playing with a pen, throwing it up and catching it, the black pen was rolling between his white and slender fingers, highlighting the beauty of his knuckle-knuckle hands.

The sharp-eyed Clark immediately recognized the pen as the one he left on the coffee table while working last night.