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

Lucifer never thought in the past that the soul of an angel would be so sweet.

Yes, none of the demons thought about it.

They and the angel repel each other, thinking that each other is the most disgusting thing in the world, so how could they suck the soul of the angel?

That piece of feathers stained with rich soul fragrance has long been dimmed in the hands of the devil, wanting more.

If you really let Lucifer eat Michael.

Lucifer will not do this, Yahweh will tear him apart, as the existence that created him and Michael, Lucifer knows how strong Yahweh is.

Secondly, Lucifer must admit that Michael is quite interesting, so interesting that Lucifer is willing to keep him, and thinks that Michael has something more important than his soul, and if he eats it, he will not have it.

Just let Michael be his forever, soul and fuck.

I want this arrogant, haughty but not delicate six-winged rose to belong to him forever, to his arrogant Lucifer.

But now Michael desperately wants to go back to heaven.

As long as he kills his dick, his soul will return to the seventh day. Michael is simply a lunatic, and the pain from the annihilation of his dick is extremely unbearable, but in order to return to the Lord——

If Michael went back, Lucifer might never see him again, and the Lord would not send Michael back again.

Heaven and hell have reached a precarious 'peace'. Unless there is a war, there is basically no way to see Michael. Even if you see it, it must be the cold warrior of heaven.

And not this funny Archangel.

Even if Lucifer wants to go to heaven and take back Michael, this is unrealistic. First, the other two kings of hell will take this opportunity to annex Lucifer's territory. Secondly, Lucifer may not be able to beat Michael in heaven.

As long as he can never go back to the seventh day, will it belong to him forever?

Ryan looked away and didn't take Lucifer's words to heart. If he had taken to heart, he would have been irritated several times.

He knew that the demon was so frivolous and free, because he was a demon.

But Ryan still couldn't help raising his eyebrows and retorted: "I'm not a succubus who follows you around. Or can you say such things to your old enemy in the kingdom of heaven?"

Lucifer responded with kindness: "Only you are special, Archangel."

He carefully looked at Michael, whose wings were fully unfolded, and the feathers were furious and vigilant, and his smile deepened.

Michael is different from those greedy little guys. The succubi are evil and greedy. They try their best to get food or gifts from Lucifer. Lucifer turns a blind eye to their actions and gives them alms.

Michael is noble and proud, just a slightly suggestive look and movement can make Lucifer unable to move away from him.

But the two are not completely different.

Lucifer glanced ambiguously at Michael's slender waist and straight and slender legs wrapped under the black suit.

"Have you seen enough? Your Highness Lucifer." Lean said with a half smile, he could hear the system's voice prompting that the hatred value of the enemy Lucifer was decreasing.

Lucifer looked away, he really wanted to say that he didn't, but he knew that it would make the archangel furious, and he didn't want to cause trouble for the time being.

So he changed the subject.

Lucifer shrugged: "I'm here to fulfill the agreement."

"Kill you."

Michael glanced at Superman approaching the center at a slow speed on the system map ui. He squinted his eyes. The plan was proceeding normally. Today he will fill up the last bit of Superman's energy, and then exit gracefully.

"Okay." Michael's expression was light, only the furrowed brows were full of fighting spirit.

Michael's golden eyes radiated radiance, and Lucifer was a little dazed. He remembered that every time he attacked heaven, he would always meet these radiant golden eyes.

Lucifer used to think that those golden eyes made him sick, because these eyes always looked down at him with arrogance that could not be ignored, as if he was so precious and Lucifer was so dirty, he couldn't help but want to Dig it out and crush it.

Until now, these eyes, which were always indifferent and arrogant, stared at him again, but it gave Lucifer a different feeling, as if every time he looked back, his eyes were shining and alluring.

Such dazzling eyes, oh, since this is most likely the last time he saw these beautiful golden eyes on Michael.

Red is also very suitable for Michael, it will be like grape juice that has been brewed for a long time, rich and deep, almost drowned in pure sweetness.

"Fight with me, Lucifer." Ryan raised his lips.

"You know that I won't let you kill me easily." He finally released all his abilities, how could he not let him try how strong the power of God is.

Lucifer glanced at the holy sword in Ryan's hand, and he laughed.

Perhaps it was because Michael had restrained himself too much in the human world, or maybe it was because Michael was a little different from before. He almost forgot that apart from kindness, justice and truth, this little guy was also an out-and-out fighting madman.

The black mist condensed in his hands and turned into an ominous red gun. The top of the gun was inlaid with that pure white feather. The holy brilliance on the feather had been covered with dim red, turning into an ominous ghost.

Ryan still recognized it at a glance, it was the one that Lucifer had pulled from his wing, and Lucifer embedded it in his own weapon, the flashing Gunner.

Noticing Ryan's gaze, Lucifer brushed his fingers across the body of the gun, and introduced to Ryan intimately: "Embed the soul fragments of the six-winged rose in it, isn't it pretty?"

What Ryan paid attention to was not the feather or the gun at all, he was just looking at the description of the system ui.

Shining Gunner's Spear (modified), special attack on Michael, after Lucifer's transformation, it has a mutual agreement with Michael's soul.

Ryan raised the holy sword, not intending to talk to Lucifer.

The battle between Michael and Lucifer was just a sword fight, and the energy from the powerful sword edge instantly destroyed the coffee shop, together with the surrounding buildings within a hundred meters.

They stepped on the falling rubble, kept climbing up, and waved their weapons mercilessly at each other. The flaming holy red cross sword and the dark red ominous gun kept colliding and buzzing together.

The curtain of holy light shrouded Michael's head, forming a huge circle of light, dispelling the ever-eroding black mist for Ryan.

Similarly, Lucifer was also shrouded in black mist, and the holy light could not penetrate the thick black mist.

The battle between angels and demons is not fancy. They are better at fighting with cold weapons, which is pleasing to the eye and does not lack damage at all. After all, every swing of a sword will form a sharp edge.

Lucifer approached Ryan, and Ryan avoided sideways and was almost caught by Lucifer's hook. Ryan looked at Lucifer angrily, and his golden eyes were stained with sporadic anger.

Just like beating a person does not slap the face, the battle between angels and demons will not strike their wings. This is their common acquiescence, except for captives.

Lucifer sneered, and he said not so sincerely: "...I'm sorry?"

Saying so, whenever Lucifer had a chance, he would hook Michael's wings with his spear.

Ryan threw the holy sword in his hand without hesitation, brushed against Lucifer's wings, and the icy fire burned off several of Lucifer's feathers. Even if it was extinguished by the black mist in time, Lucifer's wings would inevitably emit scorched bruises. stink.

Ryan glanced at Lucifer's bald wings with a mocking gaze, he grinned, his eyes enlarged, which seemed a bit innocent.

He issued a 'sincere' apology: "...I'm sorry, does it hurt? Is this the first time?" It was the first time someone burned his wings with magic fire.

The little thing has a strong sense of revenge, but he learns quickly.

Lucifer hooked his lips ambiguously and said: "It really hurts, this is a very rare 'first' experience."

"Don't worry, Archangel. I will also let you have a rare 'first' experience."

Saying this, his attack on Ryan gradually increased.

In Ryan's hand, a strong shield burning with flames was formed, which firmly blocked the gun from the outside. He raised his other hand, and the holy sword that was thrown turned back quickly when he felt the master's call.

Lucifer drew his gun back, and the wings dragged him around the first turn, avoiding the flying holy sword.

Ryan held the holy sword and squinted his eyes. He naturally knew that Lucifer used an extremely ambiguous language to describe the painful behavior of Ryan who had burned his wings just now.

ha?Did Lucifer think that this would change his face?

Michael might not be good at it, but the guy in Michael's shell right now is Ryan, and he's good at it.

Who made him need to rely on this to save the world?

So, Ryan smiled, and he lifted his lips, a little mockingly cool. "It doesn't matter, you will soon have a second ultimate experience."

Lucifer choked, and he looked at Michael calmly, with the same indifferent and mocking expression, as if he didn't know what he said.

Did Michael understand or not understand what he said?

Seeing that Michael was not affected by the ambiguous words in the slightest, but that his attacks became more severe, Lucifer also had to take a very serious attitude towards this battle.

Since heaven and hell reached a long-lost 'peace', although the two parties dislike each other, no troubles have occurred.Fighting with a sword in hand seems to be a thousand years ago, and it was a thousand years ago.

Ryan awakened the fighting instinct of this body, and all the memories of Michael's battle flooded into his heart, which made him more convenient and hit the vital point with his moves.

The speed of the two's blows was extremely fast, and it only took a few seconds in the world. Both of them had more or less fragmentary wounds on their bodies. Cast transparent shell.

If Zatana hadn't rushed to help, the transparent shell would have been broken.

People outside the defensive shell who would not be affected by Michael's divine power or Lucifer's magical power took pictures of two dazzling dots, one black and one white, in the distant sky with their shooting equipment.

The battle of gods and demons, they have never seen before.

Batman sees that these ordinary people can't make any waves, so he lets them go. The important thing is the next plan, including how long these two big guys will fight, and whether there is a way to kill Michael and Lucifer in one fell swoop. extermination or something.

Batman's gray-blue eyes scanned the temporary camp they had built, but couldn't find Superman.

His heart skipped a beat, and he felt a bad premonition.

"Where's Superman? The Flash."

Barry, who was playing with his mobile phone, shook, and he replied dryly: "I...I don't know? Maybe it's going to the toilet or something?" They collected the kryptonite and put it in a special box.

Clark had just been irradiated by kryptonite, and now he is still very weak, no different from ordinary humans, but worse, like a sick ordinary person.

Batman narrowed his eyes, and Barry immediately surrendered: "Okay, I say! He went into the magic circle to find Michael."

正统扎坦娜守在法阵外的康斯坦丁被蝙蝠侠狠揍了一拳，他歪倒在地上，吐出一口血沫，他舔了舔口腔内壁，牙齿刮伤了它。

He was picked up by Batman and pinned against the wall.

"How dare you let Superman in there?" Batman growled.

"Batman," Zatanna screamed.

"It's none of your business, Zatanna." Batman warned, "It's about me and Constantine."

"You know how much it would affect the Justice League if Superman died, right?"

Constantine narrowed his eyes and looked at Batman for a while, then suddenly said: "God said that love is the only thing we can take away, it makes death so easy."

"Who's to say Superman going in isn't the way to go about this?"