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

Clark hugged Ryan and landed on the ground. Ryan's body seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and Clark could only crouch on the ground with Ryan in his arms.

The black and white wings fell through the gaps in Clark's arms, and lay softly on the ground.

It's not that Clark has never hugged Ryan before. Sometimes Ryan would go outside with him, fly around, or go to bask in the sun. When Ryan didn't want to spread his wings, Clark would hug him or carry him on his back.

Ryan is light, like a feather, or is it that angels are not physical?

But now, Ryan's weight is beyond imagination, and even Clark, who can easily lift a cruise ship, can't lift Ryan.

However, the current Ryan is heavier than Mount Tai. If it wasn't that Ryan deliberately made himself as light as a feather before, it was because of Michael's physical condition.

It was indeed something wrong with Ryan's body, no, it should be said that there was something wrong with Michael's consciousness, his consciousness was being eroded by pollution, and the four infected wings were dragging him down.

fall into hell.

Clark called Ryan's name worriedly. He wanted to take Ryan to Constantine for help.

But now Clark can't hold Ryan up, and Ryan seems to be getting heavier.

Clark was reluctant to let go, so he could only hug Ryan and call Ryan's name. The thing he regrets most now is that he didn't follow the Justice League's communicator before rushing into the circle desperately.

Ryan panted heavily, his face flushed, and his fingers tightly grasped Clark's arm.

"Uh——" Ryan let out a hoarse cry of pain, his voice was magnetic and hoarse.

He suddenly widened his eyes, reached out and clasped Clark's arm firmly.

The remaining two white wings with dim light suddenly struggled violently, and he pushed Clark weakly. A white wing was quickly covered by black spar from the root of the wing.

Those black crystals covered Ryan's wings like some kind of ominous plague, exuding a mysterious and uncomfortable brilliance, and the glass-like crystal surface clearly reflected the overlapping figures of Clark and Ryan.

The wings covered by spar struggled for a while, and then stopped moving.

Ryan tried to make it move, but it was useless. Its soul, its wings no longer belonged to him, and it did not belong to Archangel Michael.

Unless Ryan uses the magic power in his body that grows wildly and devours divine power at an extremely fast speed to drive it.

Because Black Wing is a representation of fallen angels, unless Ryan admits that he is fallen, he will never be able to drive them.

Ryan was unwilling and unable to give in.

This is the pride of being the prince of the gods, who swore an oath to the gods.

He's not the guy who will give up glory in pursuit of 'freedom', he and Lucifer—

Him and Lucifer.

Different.

After a while, the crystals covering Lean's wings began to crack. When they were completely broken, the originally white wings became black and smooth, like the feathers of a crow.

They lost their original dazzling pure white, and turned into a pitch black symbolizing death and damnation.

Just as Michael's soul is falling, he will soon become an existence no different from Lucifer, which is what Lucifer wants to do.

He wanted to destroy Michael's pride, destroy Michael and his difference, own Michael.

Because of the pain and pride of the broken soul, Lean, who was struggling in the pain of the riot of two forces, finally woke up.

"...Clark." Hearing Ryan's hoarse voice, Clark held Ryan's hand tightly.

"I'm here, Mi."

Clark's jaw was tense, and his eyes could not hide the sadness and worry, as well as the self-blame and evasion caught in it that Ryan almost didn't notice.

Clark looked at the weak lover, feeling sore and painful in his heart. Michael's blond hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his cheeks, and the color was not as bright as before.

Those golden eyes that were originally as cruel as a giant dragon can see through everything that makes people have nowhere to escape.

Those golden eyes that Clark once praised in his heart as the most beautiful color in the world.

It was replaced by a pair of dark red eyes, like saffron gems and scarlet blood.

Except for that still cold and arrogant and indifferent temperament, everything about him is getting closer to Lucifer.

Michael is falling.

After hearing this information, Clark quietly held Ryan's silky hand without any calluses, and placed it on his warm face.

Michael was a proud archangel, and Clark had always known it.

They used to be in the sky, in a place where the sun could fill their eyesight, telling each other stories. Clark's story was not interesting, but God's story was very interesting. That was the time when Clark felt the most relaxed.

His heart will sometimes be raised and sometimes put down as Ryan tells, and he will also be happy because of Michael's happiness in Ryan's story, and angry at Lucifer's betrayal.

Michael told him that he was not a war angel at the beginning of his birth, and his brother Lucifer was an excellent war angel.

But Michael is a legal angel, responsible for writing or sitting in the temple with other legal angels singing to the Father.

So he rarely met Lucifer, he knew that Lucifer had always looked down on him, because in Lucifer's heart, an angel who can't fight, can only sing and recite, and has no desires is not worthy of existence.

After Lucifer fell to heaven, Michael tried to ask God the Father to lead troops to resist Lucifer.

Originally, Michael thought that Jehovah would not allow him to fight as an angel of justice, but he did not expect that Jehovah not only allowed him to fight, but also gave him the sword of judgment.

Holding the sword of judgment and incarnated as a war angel, Michael won the first battle. He repelled Lucifer and kicked him to hell.

Yahweh bestowed Michael with the position of Vice King of the Kingdom of Heaven, and that was the first time that Michael felt the thrill of contention, and he took away what once belonged to Lucifer.

In fact, Michael was not interested in these at all, but he always wanted to fight against Lucifer, as long as it was something that Lucifer once owned, he wanted to get it, and he climbed higher than Lucifer.

Facts have proved that Michael is indeed better than Lucifer. He mastered the fighting skills in a short period of time, and beat Lucifer back to hell several times after attacking heaven.

Michael wants to prove to Lucifer that they are completely different, he is always the proud and loyal archangel, but Lucifer is a betrayer lost in desire.

So Clark is very aware of how tormenting Michael is now. If he becomes a fallen angel, then all his previous persistence will be a joke.

Clark: "You'll be fine, M."

Ryan: "..Kill me."

Clark's gentle and reassuring voice overlapped with Ryan's weak but determined voice.

Clark was stunned, and the comforting smile on his face disappeared instantly.

His voice was low and hoarse: "..this is not funny, Michael."

Clark didn't even dare to look into Ryan's eyes when he said this, because he knew what he would see in Ryan's eyes, determination and firmness.

"...I can't be a fallen angel." Ryan moved his fingers, lightly stroking Clark's not-so-smooth cheeks.

At the same time, Ryan activated the divine power that was clamoring and being swallowed up in his body, and the still shining Suzaku landed on his other hand, but soon, it would no longer exist.

The moment his soul is completely polluted, Suzaku will disappear with it.

Because Michael's condition for exchanging Suzaku with the Fairy of the Lake is an eternally pure soul.

"You know, you know me," Ryan said.

Ryan regards glory as the most important thing, he will not allow himself to fall into darkness, and once told Clark that if he wants to fall into darkness, no matter what the reason, he will ask Clark to kill him.

Although Ryan's words were a little joking at the time, he didn't think Clark could do it.

But who knew that day would actually happen.

"...But I don't want to lose you." The big boy's almost crying voice was like an abandoned dog, calling out the name of its owner in the softest voice.

"Please, Michael, you can still fight Lucifer as a fallen angel, isn't it a big deal?"

"We still have so many things we haven't done together. Didn't you say you want to go skating? Didn't you say you want me to teach you photography? I quit my job so that we can have a lot of time to do what you want to do Son."

Ryan coughed twice, golden blood spewed out of his mouth, glowing white, and there was a crackling sound coming from his body, which meant that his consciousness was collapsing.

Ryan said almost coldly: "...but you have lost me."

All of a sudden, the air seemed to freeze, and Clark lowered his head to look at Ryan's face in disbelief, hoping to see the same mischievous look from Ryan's face and eyes as before.

However, it does not.

That beautiful face was pale and weak, with a cold and distant expression, just like the first time he saw it in the cage.

There was a coldness in those red eyes, which only reflected Clark's appearance, without any sly light or hidden tenderness and tolerance.

What he said was true.

"You hurt me more than once."

"I tried to give myself a chance, to give me a chance to forgive you."

"But you put me in a cage like those who tried to desecrate me."

"Actually, it's just online, I don't care. But you are trying to destroy my self-esteem, my pride, there is no difference between you and Lucifer."

Every time Ryan uttered a cold word, Clark's heart became colder. These words were like cold and sharp ice knives, piercing into Clark's heart one by one.

While leaving Clark covered in bruises, he realized that every word Ryan said was something he had done to Michael.

Clark paused for a while before explaining: "I'm sorry, Mi. I didn't mean it.. Red kryptonite affected me. I didn't mean to hurt you. Never."

The words he blurted out were terribly hoarse, but he didn't have time to pay attention to them at the moment, he just wanted to save Ryan, even though he knew it was impossible.

Ryan grinned, more golden blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he narrowed his scarlet eyes.

He really looks like a demon at the moment, another voice in Clark's mind said.

"Is it still useful to say this now? I don't know that the gods on earth would make excuses for the things they did and the mistakes they made."

"Clark, in our kingdom of heaven, we believe in the theory of original sin. The sins you commit will follow you until your reincarnation. No matter how much you make amends, no matter how much merit you have, they still exist. Dare you say, isn't it Are you? Isn't that your malicious thought of me?"

"It's your crime to monopolize me, hurt me, and control me." Ryan announced the crime Clark committed indifferently.

As everyone should have the impression of Michael, this is exactly what Michael should do.

Absolutely just and unmistakable judgment, he is truth and justice.

Clark was silent. As Ryan said, it was indeed him, and he couldn't deny that those evil thoughts had appeared in his heart, and the red kryptonite only magnified them.

amplified his desire.

"You want me to forgive you?"

Clark raised his eyes, and the eyes that were always like sunny days annihilated all the light.

He seemed to know what Ryan was going to say.

"Okay." Michael smiled weakly, as sweet as ever and more vicious than ever.

"Use Suzaku to kill me."