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

Angels are God's creations, their bodies are shaped by divine power, they are invulnerable to all poisons, and alcohol will not have any negative effects on them.

Lucifer, too, although he has been deprived of the God of Construct, the magic power in his body will metabolize the effects of alcohol for him.

At this moment, Lucifer and Ryan sat face to face on the sofa.

Ryan poured wine into his mouth with a blank expression, and put down the glass after drinking one glass, and another empty glass appeared out of nowhere with brightly colored liquid.

He immediately picked up another glass and drank it down.

Lucifer, who was sitting across from Ryan, seemed much more willful. He was leaning on the soft leather sofa. He held a glass of beautiful liquid in one hand and shook it slightly. The other hand supported his cheek and tilted his head. , making Lucifer look a little weirdly cute.

Lucifer's eyes were fixed on Michael.

"Cognac, spirits." Lucifer raised his lips and said slowly, "If you drink directly like you, you will get drunk."

"Dam vanilla liqueur, liqueur, popular with women."

"Tequila sunrise, beautiful color and very spicy taste."

Every time Ryan picked up a wine, Lucifer would introduce it to Ryan in that tiresome and arrogant tone.

Lucifer's tone and introduction were as if Ryan didn't know what these were, which inexplicably made him a little depressed, and he shouldn't have felt depressed.

Because Ryan has a very strong control over his emotions, the only thing that can be explained is the instinctive rejection and hatred of Lucifer as this body 'Michael'.

"My God, you really don't know how to drink, right? Archangel?" Lucifer sighed, his movements and voice were extremely dramatic.

Lucifer took a sip of the tequila in the glass, and put it down with the glass between his fingers.

"Wine is for tasting. What's the difference between pouring it directly into your mouth like you and drinking water?"

Ryan snorted lightly, this time he didn't drink the wine in the glass directly, but shook it lightly in his hand, imitating Lucifer's appearance.

This was replenished again by Ryan drinking half of the wine and nourished by the magic power.

Ryan put the glass of wine on the glass coffee table with a thump, and the sound made the demons who had just relaxed a little tense their nerves again.

The brightly colored wine swung out of the glass and landed on the back of Ryan's white hand, forming brightly colored water drops, which fell on the back of that white hand like diamonds of excellent texture.

Ryan lifted his fingers, and the tendons connecting the fingers on the back of his hand swelled, and the crystal clear water droplets rolled in the depressions on the back of his hand.

Ryan flipped his fingers and palm, watching the few wine beads rolling on his fingers.

He stared intently at the wine beads rolling on the back of his hand, with a little interest on his face, as if it was the most precious treasure, and under Ryan's precise control, none of the wine beads fell.

Ryan played for a while, then stopped suddenly, and the uncontrollable bead of wine fell down the smooth back of his hand.

Leon paused for a moment, then pulled out a tissue, and slowly wiped off the bead of wine on his hands,

He raised his eyes to meet those smiling red eyes.

He naturally knew that Lucifer had been looking at him since they sat on this sofa, or examining him, dissecting him inch by inch.

Because the system's notification tone kept ringing, telling Ryan that Lucifer's hatred for him was decreasing with every move Ryan made.

Lucifer didn't like Michael who was indifferent and aloof before, he preferred Michael who was similar to him now.

Perhaps Lucifer felt that such a Michael was closer to 'fallen'.

But Michael does not fall.

Seeing that the hatred value had dropped to a safe range, Ryan estimated the time.

He narrowed his sharp eyes and kept wiping his fingers.

Ryan: "Are you satisfied? For what you have seen so far."

Lucifer bent his fingers against his lower lip and let out a low laugh, his red eyes were full of intoxicated interest. "I am very satisfied, Archangel."

"..Well, please don't worry. I remember what I said."

Lucifer did not forget that Michael came to him for something to do.

Has Michael really changed from what he looks like now, or is there something else just to please him?

Lucifer is curious about what Michael wants to do. Since Michael needs Lucifer's help, there is no need to worry that Michael is going against hell.

"You know, demons keep promises and contracts, which is why humans like to make deals with us."

As Lucifer said, although demons are representatives of evil and evil, unexpectedly, they abide by transactions and agreements very much.

Unlike angels, angels never make any deals with humans, and rarely send blessings. People always think that angels are the voices of blessings, but in fact, angels are soldiers of God, righteous and ruthless.

However, making an agreement with the devil is not a trivial matter. You have to carefully review what is written in the contract. Not only humans love to play word tricks, but also the devil. If you don't pay attention, the devil may swallow your soul whole.

Lucifer showed a pleasant smile, and the tip of his tongue lightly brushed his white teeth. "Also, you know. There is a price to pay for dealing with demons."

"Then what do you want to pay? Big ~ Archangel." Lucifer's red eyes locked on Ryan's face, expecting Ryan's reaction.

Leanne stretched his five fingers into the soft sofa and let go.

These human things always make him feel extra interesting, since the six-winged archangel is coming to the world for the first time.

Ryan glanced at Lucifer, showing the same smile as Lucifer.

"Don't you want to know what I want to do first? Your Highness Lucifer."

...

...

Ryan stated his request in a flat tone, as if it was a very simple or common thing.

Lucifer could hardly suppress the shock and disbelief in his pupils, his red eyes narrowed slightly, and he still had a casual smile on his face, but that smile was somewhat stiff.

Yes, the request made by Ryan did exceed Lucifer's expectations, and even shattered Lucifer's performance that everything was under his control.

Ryan took a sip of the brandy in his glass calmly.

This cup of wine concocted by Lucifer with some kind of malice was added to the recipe of hell, which was extremely spicy. Ryan, who originally drank the wine as a drink, choked on the throat of this cup of strong wine.

He couldn't help shaking his shoulders and coughing softly, the corners of his eyes were forced to turn red, and his cheeks were also stained a little red.

However, Lucifer was not in the mood to appreciate Ryan's ugly appearance at this moment. His head continued to shut down as if he had been hit by a stick by what Ryan said just now.

Seeing that Lucifer didn't answer, Ryan raised his lips.

"What's the matter? Can't the king of hell even do such a small thing?" The choked voice became hoarse and sounded a little more fragile.

Lucifer came back to his senses.

He narrowed his eyes, let out a muffled laugh, and said tentatively, "Your joke is very interesting."

Ryan raised his lower lip and said noncommittally, "You think I'm joking?"

Lucifer stared at the sharp and pure Archangel sitting on the sofa opposite him.

Afterwards, Lucifer shook his shoulders and laughed softly, the laughter gradually became louder and more presumptuous.

The black wings symbolizing his body and soul stretched out from behind him, crow-black feathers flying all over the sky, and the huge three pairs of black wings covered most of the lights.

Only a round of scorching white light was left hanging above Lucifer's head, making Lucifer look even more ghostly and evil.

The thick magic power gradually increased with Lucifer's laughter, and the whole nightclub made rustling noises due to the increase in Lucifer's magic power, and the lights were also covered by this powerful black magic power.

'Lux' turned yellow, the scorching temperature spread in the nightclub, it was the fire of hell, the weaker demons screamed in pain and turned into a cloud of blood mist, the gate of hell was opened by Lucifer, right here .

The twisted black ghosts frantically fled to the world through the gate of hell torn open by Lucifer, and prayed grotesquely when they saw the black wings facing away from them.

They wanted to escape from Lucifer's control, but they were absorbed and shredded by Lucifer. All the demons who came to the world through the gate of hell were crushed by Lucifer. Dare to take that step that symbolizes freedom.

Who would choose to fight against Lucifer?

However, Michael, who was in the center of the storm, just watched everything with cold eyes, without any erosion or influence.

After a while, Lucifer stopped his hoarse laughter, stretched out his index finger to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, retracted his wings, and the gate of hell was closed.

"Michael, you are crazy. I should have gotten to know you earlier, how could I have missed you before?"

"Does your beloved 'father' know you are like this?"

Yahweh not only knew, but he lent Michael's body to him to play with.Ryan cursed in his heart.

Hearing this, Ryan glanced at Lucifer coldly. "Yes or no, one sentence is enough."

"Of course I will satisfy you. My dear substitute, after all, I am so 'deeply in love' (jealous) with you." Lucifer said this, with strong interest and malice towards Ryan in his words.

After getting the answer he wanted, Ryan smiled with satisfaction.

At this time, a female demon hesitated and chose to walk to Lucifer's side.

"Your Highness Lucifer..." the female demon hesitated.

"what happened?"

There was a casual smile on Lucifer's face, he glanced sideways at the female demon, the scarlet eyes faded from the malice and fun when he treated Michael, leaving a coldness.

"Superman is approaching here."

"Superman?" Lucifer drawled the word over and over again. "What is Superman doing here?"

As Lucifer said this, his eyes slowly turned to Ryan.

The only possible connection to Superman here is Michael.

When Michael was sent to the world by Jehovah, he was caught by humans and tied up with chains soaked in demon blood, and he was almost sold to other humans.

If the Justice League hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid Michael would have been desecrated by humans. Wouldn't Michael, who was rescued by Superman, still be furious and burn with fire to punish the guilty?

Oh, Michael did nothing.

He was revoked the ability to discipline humans by his beloved 'father'.

Lucifer looked up at Ryan, and then he saw an unforgettable scene.

Lucifer: Pupil earthquake.