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

Ryan did not directly use divine power to destroy the Fortress of Solitude. He guessed that the kryptonite crystal on the outer layer of the Fortress of Solitude had some kind of connection with Clark, and Clark would immediately notice any turmoil.

So Ryan walked out along the road of the Fortress of Solitude. Thanks to his two-day visits in the Fortress of Solitude, he had already figured out the distribution of the roads of this alien building.

His first escape plan went very well.

When he opened the gate of the Fortress of Solitude, the bitter cold wind carried snowflakes the size of a thumbnail and fell all over Ryan's body. In just a few seconds, the frost formed on the top of Ryan's head and eyelashes.

Although angels can't feel the cold, Ryan, who is a human being, still can't help shivering subconsciously.

Snow has a very faint, almost non-existent, watery aroma, Leon thought, perhaps because it is the smell of freedom.

The black sky is dotted with stars that cannot be seen in the city, the different shades of green form a gauze-like aurora, and a round moon hangs high above the head.

The view would be perfect without the man hovering in front of the moon.

A tall man in a red cloak was suspended in the air, and the moonlight cast a cool light on him.

He raised one arm, holding a huge and beautiful cage in his palm. The cold wind caused Clark's hair to flutter randomly, and some of them stuck into the bottom of his eyes, which made it itchy.

Clark didn't have time to care about this, his blue eyes exuded a cold light, reflecting the blond angel below who had already walked out of the Fortress of Solitude.

Clark stared at Ryan, he put the cage on the ground, his eyes flashed red, and he said in a deep voice, "Go back, Michael."

The bitter wind made Clark's voice seem to come from far away, but both Clark and Ryan knew it well, and he could hear it.

Ryan narrowed his eyes, took a step back, and sprinted forward in the next second. Wings grew from his shoulder blades, and flew up with Ryan.

Freedom is close at hand, how could he give in because of fear of pain?

Besides, Ryan knew very well that even if he went back now, he would definitely be punished, those humiliating 'punishments' that made Seraph lose face.

The only difference is that if he can escape from Clark now, then he will never suffer the 'punishment' again.

If not..

Ryan glanced at Clark who was closely behind him from the corner of his eye. With a 'tsk' sound, he turned around in the air, facing Clark.

A golden and white shield with burning flames appeared in Ryan's hands. The red ray hit the shield and was reflected and hit the snow mountain beside it. The snow mountain hummed. This powerful heat sight caused avalanche.

However, this has no effect on the two people flying in the air.

He might not be able to attack and hurt Clark, but that doesn't mean he has to take Clark's damage blindly.

Ryan's flying speed was extremely fast, he could have been faster, so fast that Clark couldn't catch his trace at all.

Perhaps only The Flash can surpass him at full power.

It's just that Ryan's two wings are still injured, and with Ryan's flight and the mobilization of divine power, there are faint signs of tearing in the injured part that has finally healed.

That's why it is possible for Clark to follow closely behind him.

Ryan put away his shield and continued to fly forward without looking back. He avoided the hot eyes of several Clarks, and Clark couldn't catch up with him, even if his wings were injured.

When Ryan sees the ocean and the boundary line that represents the distance from the North Pole.

He dilated his pupils, and the extreme joy turned into adrenaline and spread throughout his body.

Ryan subconsciously stretched out his arm and spread his five fingers, wanting to touch——

He is going to escape.

"Do not--"

A chain pierced through the air, and firmly caught one of Ryan's flapping wings. Ryan fell down for a moment, and at the same time, the chain was tightly mixed with the flapping wings.

It was like straying into a chain in a rapidly turning gear.

The scorching chains and the divine power that kept pouring towards the chains alerted Leian. This was a chain stained with unclean black blood.

It was clearly only one step away from freedom, why did Clark actually get the hell thing in order to catch himself?

After the wings were mixed together, Ryan rolled and fell rapidly. The wind and snow failed to fascinate his eyes, and Clark's image was imprinted in his eyes.

Clark stared condescendingly at Ryan, who was tumbling and falling. His eyes, which had once made Ryan think that they were pure and clean like the glass of the sky, were covered with dark colors, and his thin lips were slightly raised, which was not gentle.

Ryan couldn't tell, he couldn't tell that smile.

It just upset and disgusted him.

Superman isn't Superman anymore.

He is so high above, as if he is a god, and he is indeed Michael's 'god' now, because he has easily controlled Leanne.

Ryan didn't fall into the snow because Clark held the other end of the chain tightly.

In this position, Clark hung Ryan and flew back to the Fortress of Solitude. The pain from being strangled by the wings hanging in the air was the pain of the soul being almost torn apart, but now there was a new kind of pain.

It was a pain Michael had never experienced before, the throbbing pain in his chest, the place that romantic, poetic human beings call his 'true self', the pain that resonated with his soul.

It hurts, it hurts.

My father said that love is both sweet and sour.

But my father never told me that love can be so painful.

Why do you have to learn 'love' as an angel?

Or is this just a consequence of love?Forced possession, betrayal, exclusive, no longer free.

Arriving at the Fortress of Solitude, Clark left Ryan at the door, letting him fall into the snow and struggle.

Clark inserted his fingers into Ryan's soft blond hair, and he grabbed Ryan's hair and dragged Ryan into the building shrouded in mysterious light.

Then Clark smashed Ryan against a wall. There were all kinds of potions and medicines on that wall. This is the emergency medicine stored by Clark. It was an item collected by the Justice League before. Others don't need it. Take them to the Fortress of Solitude.

Human medicine doesn't work for him.

Someday, Clark figured, someone would need them.

like now.

The medicine placed in test tubes and glass jars on the bracket was shattered to the ground, and the colorful medicine dyed the pure white wings in different colors.

Ryan swiftly stretched out his hands to cover his eyes to avoid being scratched by glass shards, but his cheeks were inevitably cut by glass shards.

The stinging potion mixed with the wound caused Lean's cheeks to be extremely painful. Blood dripped down his cheeks, and dripped on the twisted and forward-bent wings bound by chains, adding a new color.

The archangel who was smashed into the drug holder slid down the wall feebly, blood trailing a trail of blood on the wall.

He lowered his head, without any intention of resisting, he sighed in a low voice, tired and bitter.

"...Clark Kent."

When Clark heard Ryan's voice, his heart throbbed, and his head became dizzy for a moment.

There seemed to be a voice, a voice exactly like his, begging Clark not to hurt Ryan any more.

Clark shook his head, throwing out the weak voice that belonged to him.

Clark warned himself, don't be soft-hearted, if you are soft-hearted, Ryan will have another time.

Clark kept his face cold, turned his eyes away, and refused to look at Ryan's watery eyes.

Clark stepped forward and reached out to hold Ryan's wings.

After half an hour.

Clark still couldn't break them off.

Clark brought back the cage he had forgotten in the snow. It was a beautiful and exquisite cage, exactly the same as the one used to imprison Michael in the auction.

Yes, he broke into the watchtower that was no longer open to him, and took out the cage that had been in the trophy room.

He's been thinking about how to do it since the last time he thought about it.

Let this beautiful, blond-haired seraph be his canary, given Michael's recent behavior, he needs this cage to teach him a lesson.

Regardless of Ryan's resistance, he forcefully put Ryan in the cage.

He knew that Ryan's divine power could easily destroy the cage, so he took the shackles and chains soaked in black blood from Constantine's apartment——

It was the one used to grab Ryan.

Later, Clark returned to the Fortress of Solitude less and less often. From once a day before to once every two days, Clark smelled of dust every time he came back.

He'd grab Ryan out of the cage without a word, and they'd roll in bed all night without any conversation.

Because he was locked in the cage, Ryan didn't know what happened to the outside world, until one day, when Clark came back with blood on his body, he frowned and was quite displeased.

Ryan knew that he would not stay here for too long.

When the Justice League bypassed the defenses of the Fortress of Solitude and quietly invaded.

No one would have thought that they would see Michael, no, it should be said that they came for Michael, but they did not expect to see such a Michael.

In the dim environment, only the angel's halo and wings shimmered.

The exquisitely carved birdcage was the one that was at the auction. Who would have thought that Clark would hack into the watchtower just to take this beautiful, useless cage?

Oh, it works now.

Use it to house this beautiful, powerful seraph.

The angel sat on the flower vine swing of the birdcage, his slender legs swayed slightly, and the shackles on his feet made a slight sound.

His toes were slightly curled and flushed, and his long blond hair was not as radiant as it used to be.

He was wearing a piece of white gauze clothing, which was similar to what he had seen in the auction back then. The six injured wings shrank behind him, which was unhealthy visible to the naked eye, and the originally white wings were stained with a different color.

The pale lips opened and closed, humming a song that no one had heard before, the hoarse voice was no longer as pleasant as before, the tune was gentle and lonely, maybe it was a song from the kingdom of heaven.

Noticing the intrusion of outsiders, Ryan stopped humming. He turned his head to look at the intruder, with golden hair hanging on his forehead.

There was a scar on the face that everyone couldn't help but move. From the ear to the cheek, it was extremely hideous. It was the wound on his cheek stained by the overturned potion.

Ryan could have made it disappear, but he kept it, for a purpose.

Ryan's appearance made the two minors gasp.