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

Seeing that the blood groove on the penis had been covered with the angel's golden blood, a delighted smile appeared on Lucifer's face.

"Sorry, Archangel."

Ryan narrowed his eyes vigilantly, unable to figure out what Lucifer meant.

Lucifer spread six wings, closed his eyes and murmured ancient and mysterious words, and the black miasma surrounded him and made a humming sound of 'woo-woo'.

Ryan's whole body was tense, including his feathers. The cold miasma made Michael feel extremely uncomfortable, and of course he would feel uncomfortable.

No envoy would feel comfortable being surrounded by miasma, just like a devil hates holy water, even though the curtain of holy light dispelled most of the miasma for him.

He also clearly knows that the current miasma is deeper than the dense fog just now, and it is no longer the magic power with Lucifer's breath, but the breath of some kind of... sticky and disgusting creatures, which come from farther than hell, Something deep beneath hell.

That existed longer than the birth of him and Lucifer, a creature sealed by the 'Father God' himself.

With the speed at which Lucifer's spell was chanted, the earth's crust began to tremble, and something was about to protrude from the ground.

The strong sense of crisis made Ryan's wings tremble restlessly. He swung his sword blade, forming a fiery crescent brush towards Lucifer with the flaming sword energy.

Just when Lucifer finished chanting, he flapped his wings to avoid the sword aura, which hit the translucent protective shell and created a crack in the protective shell.

At the same time, several black pillars that looked like fangs rose from the ground, and the black pillars wrapped the ruins of the cafe to form a circle. Shiny dim red beads.

He didn't know what it was. Michael didn't have any memory of this thing in his memory. Similarly, the description of this magic circle in the system ui was also three question marks.

But since it was something Lucifer used to deal with him, it's better to stay away.

Ryan picked the tip of Lucifer's spear away, and at the same time distractedly observed the unknown magic circle below, but immediately noticed the small blue dot that showed a bright mission mark in his eyes.

"...Clark?" The archangel's voice was originally cold and snowy, but it was a little bit more bewildered.

Michael obviously didn't expect Clark to be here, his—

Lover.

His restored divinity is being encroached upon by the 'love' of humanity, once again.

This inevitably made Michael's fighting spirit against the enemy gradually fade away, and it also made him feel a burst of panic.

He 'loved' Clark deeply, but Clark did imprison Michael and tried to crush Michael's pride as a god and vice-prince of heaven.

The big blue man is slowly walking towards the sky above them in the ruins.

The battlefield between Michael and Lucifer was at a height far from the ground, and the angel's good vision made Ryan still notice every move of the big man at a glance.

Clark's face was pale, and he had to stop to catch his breath almost every hundred meters. He pressed his lips tightly, and his battle clothes were wet with cold sweat, but he refused to show any vulnerability.

Clark hadn't recovered from the green kryptonite's effects, and at the moment he looked like a normal person doing rehab exercises after recovering from a serious illness.

Maybe it's an angel's voice reaching Superman's ear, or maybe it's some kind of telepathy.

Superman raised his head, his superpowers were affected by kryptonite and disappeared, but his vision and hearing were not affected in any way, because this does not belong to the category of superpowers, his five senses are already stronger than those on earth.

He could hear Michael calling his name.

So Clark raised his head and showed a joyful and cautious smile. He opened his lips and wanted to call Michael's name loudly, but he forced it back and turned it into a short and low voice.

"Michael."

He saw Michael looking down at him, his exquisite and holy face remained the same as before, and inevitably, some charming images flashed in Clark's mind.

He grabbed Michael's white wings, that delicate and beautiful face was full of surprise and fear, the calm indifference did not appear on his face again, and his golden eyes were rippling.

And what about Clark?His expression was cold and cruel, regardless of Michael's struggle and curses, he did something unforgivable to him.

All of this was forced by him after being controlled by red kryptonite.

There are more images of him hurting Michael, putting Michael's head in the water, or smashing him into a wall, putting him in a beautiful cage.

With his mind controlled by red kryptonite, he did many evil things to Michael.

This inevitably made Clark feel ashamed and nervous. He didn't know how to face Ryan. Although he was affected by red kryptonite, what he did was not his intention, but he did hurt Ryan. This is what he did , this is an undeniable fact.

The most important point is that as long as he sees Ryan, those charming and lustful images will automatically appear in his mind, and he can't turn them off, so he will feel crazily ashamed when he sees Michael.

Lucifer stared at Michael's dazed face that had faded from his coldness and arrogance because of Clark.

Superman, Superman again, he remembered the same thing in Lux last time, Superman can always make this noble six-winged rose show a soft posture.

Although the sharp thorns that Michael showed in front of him were particularly charming, the soft stamens exposed at this moment were also quite dazzling, which did not belong to him.

Does Michael 'love' Superman?

seems like it.

The familiar sourness haunts Lucifer's soul, jealousy, jealousy again.

He had already felt the same emotion on Michael twice, the first time was jealousy that God trusted Michael so much and gave Michael everything that once belonged to him, and the second time was now.

He envied how easily the Kryptonians could make Michael's eyes fall on him and hold him.

That was originally his line of sight.

Lucifer already had Michael as his 'thing', but now it seems that Michael's eyes are never on him, neither before nor now.

Could it be just because of that Kryptonian?If Michael, who could never go back to the fourth day, lost his most important 'lover', would his gaze stop because of him?

Those eyes that turned into red eyes will stare at him with hatred and hatred, and the color that blooms must be fatal and dazzling.

Lucifer didn't care what kind of eyes Michael would look at him, he just wanted Michael to look at him, now, in the future, forever.

The devil has to let out his twisted desire to control, right?

Especially now that Kryptonian is so fragile that he is dying, just a little bit of magic power can kill him, and he is no different from ordinary humans.

But killing the Kryptonians is not the most important thing for Lucifer right now.

Lucifer narrowed his eyes, his eyes filled with red light, he rubbed the cold gun body with his thumb, then he turned the gun body and stabbed at Ryan without hesitation.

Michael, who was observing Clark, did not completely lose his attention to Clark. He immediately raised his sword and relieved half of the strength of the gun.

But he didn't expect that Lucifer's blow was faster than the one just now, and what he couldn't dodge was that his wings were slightly scratched by the tip of the spear.

The part rubbed by the magic gun immediately scorched, which was completely different from the degree Clark used to burn him with heat vision. After Ryan fully released his divine power, he could easily heal the physical damage on the wings.

The scratching damage from the magic gun was corrosive like hell, and the pain was unbearable, almost instantly making Ryan's wing lose its force.

Ryan couldn't help but groaned in pain, and at the same time diverted his thoughts to think about something.

Who told this to be a special attack weapon against Michael? The culprit of all was the soul fragment from Michael. Ryan didn't care much, who told him that he wanted Lucifer to kill him.

The main reason is that he doesn't want to show that he is too vulnerable in front of Superman, the Justice League or others. The fake show should be true, at least to show that he has struggled hard, right?

Ryan glanced at Lucifer coldly, then looked away, he stretched his wings and glided towards Superman.

He didn't show a painful expression, but quickly cleared up the emotions on his face, and there was only room for Clark in his golden eyes.

Lucifer, who was smiling briskly because Ryan's attention returned to him, restrained his smile.

He still refuses to focus on himself, even if he is already threatening him enough, love makes people stupid, and angels are no exception.

Lucifer glanced uncertainly at the white figure flying across the sky, he shook his wings, spread his dark wings, and caught up with Michael.

One of Michael's wings was paralyzed by the magic gun and could not be flapped, so Lucifer easily caught up with Michael.

Lucifer narrowed his eyes and stared at the white figure in front of him.

He stretched out his arms and hugged Michael from behind, and his weak-looking arms wrapped around Ryan's slender waist quite powerfully.

Out of inertia, Ryan subconsciously fell backwards and crashed into Lucifer's arms.

Ryan looked back at Lucifer.

Lucifer's chin rested on the top of his head, and that sharp chin brushed against Ryan's soft hair, as if hugging a soft cat.

Hell, Lucifer is half a head taller than him.

Lucifer had a happy and calm smile on his face, his arms wrapped tightly around Ryan's waist, making Ryan unable to move.

Ryan was startled and terrified, his shrunken golden pupils couldn't cover his astonishment, but that face still had a forced indifference that didn't stain the world.

"What are you doing? Lucifer. Get out of here—" His voice, as cold as snow, finally cracked a little.

He sternly growled at Lucifer, it could be seen how flustered he was now, he really should feel flustered, this is the price he pays for ignoring Lucifer, he must give some face to his old enemy.

Three pairs of pure white, golden wings struggled and fluttered in Lucifer's arms, like a bird that was injured and picked up by humans, and could only be frightened in the hands of humans without skills struggle.

Lucifer kept a happy smile on his face, and the black wings spread forward to half-wrap Ryan, only revealing most of his upper body and face, ensuring that Clark could clearly see Ryan's expression.

Ryan raised his sword and slashed backwards, but the holy sword was snatched away by the dense black mist that had been waiting for a long time.

He should have noticed the black mist floating around Lucifer, but he was so surprised and flustered by Lucifer's sudden hug that he forgot about it.

The filthy and evil aura belonging to hell demons is infecting Michael's pure and clean divine power bit by bit through the effect of the curtain of holy light.

The tangy wine scent on Lucifer's body mixed with the rich rose scent formed a particularly pleasant scent, but Ryan just wanted to get rid of it at the moment.

He didn't want to have anything to do with this demon, not to mention that Lucifer was hindering him from continuing the mission at the moment, just a little energy bar.

"Is he your lover? Archangel?" Lucifer raised his lips, and the ending sound was drawn out.

Regardless of Ryan's struggle, he locked Michael firmly in his arms, and he took the time to look at Clark below with drooping eyelids.

Clark, who looked like an ant on the ground, tensed up because of Lucifer's movements.

Lucifer's lips moved close to the pure white wings that were restlessly rubbing against his face, and the devil's breath sprayed on the feathers, sweeping away a piece of soft and fine feathers, revealing some soft inner parts.

Ryan subconsciously froze his body. The angel's wings represented power and soul, and now his wings were controlled by his old enemy.

The feedback felt more threatening than fighting or confronting demons in the past.