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

Unexpected.

A glaring golden beam of light rushed up into the sky, and its golden brilliance and divine power directly dispelled the morning star placed by Lucifer. After a while, this miraculous sign dimmed and disappeared.

But the sky shrouded in the magic circle has not recovered its light.

No, it recovered.

It was the ravens hovering over the place where the beam of light had appeared, covering the light.

This has never happened before. Not only are there countless ravens hovering inside the barrier, but there are also thousands of ravens flying towards the barrier outside the barrier, and then smashed into the barrier and fell to the ground, bloody and bloody die.

Even so, there are still countless ravens crashing towards the barrier. The raven is a very sharp and intelligent bird, and they are also psychic.

If they see their companion die, they will naturally deduce that there is something untouchable in front of them, and then avoid it.

However, these birds wailed, made ugly and hoarse calls, and still hit the barrier recklessly, which was a strange omen.

The people kneeling on the ground had already shaken off the influence of Michael's divine power. They screamed and avoided the corpses of those small animals. At the same time, they couldn't help thinking, are there so many ravens in their city?

The low cry of the raven, like a sad prayer or a merciless mockery, is a death knell.

Batman walked up to Constantine with a dark face. Facing the man who had just been punched by him, Batman still had a blunt attitude.

He has not forgotten that Constantine lied to him, and he will never forget it in his life. He will always catch the opportunity to deal with this fraudster severely.

"what happened?"

The gathering of a large number of ravens does not seem to be a common sense thing.

Constantine looked up at the scene inside the enchantment. He had a cigarette in his mouth but didn't take a sip. His expression was extremely calm. His left cheek was swollen high, a masterpiece of Batman.

Constantine's eyes reflected the area where the ravens were entrenched. After a while, he and Zatanna looked at each other and said slowly, "Michael is dead."

Inside the enchantment, it was pitch black, and groups of ravens gathered above their heads and flew in circles, like a black storm.

Circling mournfully, the raven has long been a symbol of bad luck and disease, but it has a more important symbol.

death.

Below the hovering ravens, Superman, Son of Tomorrow, tightly embraces the archangel emitting soft light.

A handful of red guns pierced Ryan's abdomen, and the golden blood was still shining white, splashing on Ryan's white robe, Clark's blue tights, and the ground, everywhere.

Aware of death, the black wings fluttered feebly, trying to escape the fate of the master, but the only remaining white wings remained motionless, confirming the fate and the ending of the master.

Suzaku absorbed all the power and life in Michael's body.

This is the price.

When his soul and consciousness are defiled, he must kill himself with a magic gun, and only a magic gun and a magic gun can kill him.

Ryan looked up at the sky covered by ravens, showing a relieved smile, the only smile on his pale face was still outstanding, like a dying swan, blooming his last beauty.

"...Father, I'm coming back. Now you can't leave me in the world anymore."

Clark lowered his head suppressing his emotions, and Ryan's every move was printed in his dark blue eyes.

Every expression Ryan showed made Clark deeply realize that he would be so happy that Ryan escaped, which made Clark so distressed that he couldn't breathe.

He could have let Ryan become a fallen angel, and then stay on the earth with him forever.

But Clark couldn't do it, he would always meet Ryan's request, time and time again.

Why did things become like this?Could it be that he didn't fall into Lex's trick, and if he wore red kryptonite, everything would be different?

Or could he keep Lean by his side forever by wearing red kryptonite and becoming that ruthless and violent person?

But thinking about it now is useless.

everything is over.

The dazzling blond hair turned into dry white hair with the fading of vitality, and the red eyes also became dull.

Ryan stretched out his arms and pointed his fingers at the sky, as if he could grasp the sky by doing so.

Clark smiled wryly, he shouldn't expect Ryan to look at him, but when Ryan raised his hand, he still couldn't help igniting hope, a little phosphorous fire ignited in his dim blue eyes, and when Ryan stretched his hand to the sky Dim down.

However, in the next second, Ryan grabbed the back of his neck and exerted strength with his arms. The grip on Clark's back neck was painful, and the lifeline was grabbed. Clark subconsciously tightened his muscles, and his whole body was screaming. Shake off Ryan's hand.

But Clark didn't move, even if Ryan wanted to hurt him, he wouldn't move, because it was what he should pay.

So Clark just relaxed his muscles and stared at Ryan without blinking for a moment, as if he wanted to engrave Ryan's face in his brain and heart, a face that could never be seen enough, but could never be seen again.

However, Ryan dragged his heavy wings that were almost falling into hell, sat up with the strength of his arms, and passed through his body, and more divine blood stained the gradually dimming red gun .

Then the cold and eager lips pressed against Clark's lips.

He didn't go further, just pressed his lips against his lips, like a pilgrimage, a superficial kiss, Ryan closed his eyes weakly, Clark supported Ryan's back, and closed his eyes with him.

Then the dazzling light shone again, the remaining coldness on the lips disappeared, and the warmth in the hands also disappeared.

Clark, who realized what this meant, opened his eyes. In the light, Michael, who had regained his white wings, was half floating in the air. He was wearing a neat and clean white robe, and his blond hair hung softly behind him, holding the sharp gun in his hand. .

Brighter than anything Clark had ever seen.

Ryan had no expression on his face, this is what an angel should look like, indifferent and alienated.Instead of what most of them showed in front of Clark, an arrogant, cunning and curious human being...

Yes, Ryan usually acts like a human being around Clark.

So Clark understood that Michael's death not only prevented him from falling to heaven, but more importantly, erased humanity and returned to Jehovah.

"'It' lied, Clark Kent," he said.

This is Archangel Michael speaking.

Clark should think so.

But he didn't know why he always felt that this was still his Michael, not Archangel Michael.

"'It' never blamed you."

Clark said hoarsely, "Why don't you resist? You can knock me out or kill me, you can—"

Ryan gave a knowing smile.

Clark knew that Ryan could not harm humans, but Kryptonians were not included.

He didn't doubt that Clark would know, because Clark was already very smart, but his simplicity and honesty concealed this trait.

Didn't he, who was affected by red kryptonite, do those things just because Michael wouldn't hurt him?

Indeed, Ryan will not hurt Clark, after all, Clark has to beat him to gain energy: D

"No, Clark Kent, I can't hurt you."

Clark opened his mouth to refute Ryan's words.

"My personality loved you, so I can't hurt you."

Clark was stunned. He looked at Ryan who was getting farther and farther in the sky. After a while, he smiled wryly: "You know? Michael, you are more like a demon than an angel."

After holding my heart, I abandoned it without hesitation.

Michael was first and foremost a glorified Archangel before becoming his rose.

And he is always the Archangel, he has awakened his divinity, he will return to his father, and never return.

demon.

But it is undeniable that Clark was the one who released the demon, and he was deeply bewitched by the demon.

Ryan smiled, unaffected by Clark's words.

Immediately, Michael's expression became serious, and his voice was calm and distant.

"Clark Kent, the god of the world, thank you for everything you have done for me in the world. As an angel's reward, I will send down the gospel."

"Everyone will forget what you did after being controlled by red kryptonite."

Clark looked up at Michael, he knew that from the time he sent down the Gospel, the connection between them was severed by Michael.

At the same time, Michael also completely expelled the part of him that was human, the part that loved Clark.

As Diana and Batman said, he shouldn't have gotten involved with Michael long ago, but who wouldn't fall in love with this fiery red rose.

If given to him again, he would still choose to approach Michael and fall in love with him.

Even if the rest is endless pain.

"..thank you the angels for the good news."

Ryan nodded, his expression returned to his indifferent and glorious appearance, but Clark saw it in a ray of light.

The archangel said silently, "Goodbye, Clark."

"I love you."

The angels disappeared into the world, and the divine power remaining in the world gradually dissipated. The Gospel blurred everyone's memory, and soon they would completely forget that Michael ever existed.

The ravens dispersed, and sunlight fell on the ruins through the clouds.

Like the dawn after the Great War, Lucifer was severely injured by Michael and disappeared, and the hero Michael returned to heaven with his consciousness, like the perfect ending in every fairy tale, everyone is happy and happy, except for one person.

Clark sat on the spot in a daze, maintaining the posture when he was holding Michael, but there was nothing in his hands.

Everyone saw that day, they were strong, never shed tears, the gods who always saved the people from the water and fire, sat on the ground and maintained the same posture, raised their heads and wailed loudly, like a child.

No one knew what happened, their memory was covered with a white veil, so they only knew that their god lost his favorite rose.

However, Michael finally left the world without leaving any traces, leaving no real traces.

Clark looked at the empty box containing the feather that Michael had given him, and he fell to the ground in pain.

The god on earth is far more fragile than people think. Although he has a steel body that is far stronger than humans, his heart is as fragile as ordinary humans.

There was no difference between him and Dick, he thought.

He had brought Dick out of the shadows and back into the light, but now?

Now he is also immersed in the shadows, as long as he closes his eyes, Michael will always be in front of him.

Michael.

Michael.

Michael.