[Comprehensive] I have ancestral shit shoveling skills

"The plan sucks, if you ask me," Dean said privately when the second meeting broke up.He picked up the plan sheet that was assigned to him, cleared his throat and read the content on it, "First of all, the Superhero League is going to release suppressors all over the world to weaken the connection between the angels and the source of God's power. If reasoning Doing it right would also limit the demons' connection to the forces of hell. As if God would sit there drinking coffee and reading the papers and watching them do it... well, maybe he would.

"Hmm." Phoebe said absently.

She's using her life's ingenuity to pick out words and phrases to text Queenie.Although the two parents, who had been worried for a long time, believed Peter's words—no way, Peter was a good card in the eyes of any parent—but they still scolded her severely and even threatened to write a letter back to England.

Queenie even exaggeratedly declared that she was very disappointed besides being angry, because her granddaughter no longer shared all her secrets with her as she did when she was a child. [Did you secretly learn Occlumency outside], she wrote in a text message, [Why do I listen to your thoughts like listening to a broken tape? 】

The cold leaves scattered all over my face, and my son's rebellion broke my heart.

Phoebe didn't know how to answer, and she didn't even know that Rongguang had the function of shielding the photographer.

"Secondly, they searched all the scriptures and found that the arrival of the apocalypse is often accompanied by plague, hunger, war and the four horsemen of death, so they prepared to closely monitor the relevant movements." Dean began to pull his collar, as if he was about to breathe Out of breath, "The Four Horsemen? Like the Four Horsemen of the Mutant Apocalypse? Sammy, you remember the Reuters photo we saw on Twitter?"

"Those four killers?" Sam looked up from the thick information, "Apocalypse's aesthetics are really anti-human."

[I didn't learn Occlumency, it may be the effect of magical creature-derived potions. 】

[If you say so.By the way, I won $300 from your grandpa. —— Queenie]

"...I really screwed myself up." Phoebe slumped on the chair with blank eyes.

"Superman said that all organizations have reached an agreement to put pressure on the governments of various countries through the United Nations, hoping that they will stop all acts of war immediately, so as to prevent the appearance of war knights from being confused." Sam turned a page.He was browsing through the collection of books brought out from the library. These unheard of knowledge made him want to sleep on the floor of the Hall of Justice all night.

"They say that?" Dean's eyes widened. "Can they enforce a truce? Some time ago, the Sokovia agreement was full of storms. If Chaoying directly intervened in the war, the consequences would be unimaginable."

In this regard, Sam complained: "As long as we can prevent our Mr. President from exporting force, half of the success is already achieved. We have agreed to withdraw troops from Afghanistan, but we can all see the results. But the consequences will indeed be serious. After all, this year's presidential election debate The hottest issue is superhero control, but these heroes who add up to destroy the earth hundreds of times will always find a way. It's better to sympathize with the guy who will be on stage at the end of the year, no matter who it is, think about it, in the history books later Will write that the apocalypse happened during his or her first term, huh, go down in history."

"Do you think the Battle of New York, the Battle of Sokovia, Doomsday, Apocalypse, Steppenwolf, Apocalypse, etc. will go down in history during the current term?"

Sam: ...You have a point that I can't argue with.

"Third, about Lucifer, they decided to kill the Archangel." Dean said dryly, "Wonderful, we're going to kill Satan. And the Archangel, is Cassie the Archangel?"

"If your mind wasn't all pie you'd remember him as Seraphim," Sam said.

[Repeating Jacob's words: Where are you?Want to have dinner with us tonight?Send us a group photo? —— Queenie]

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Phoebe almost jumped out of the chair, putting a palm between them before her head hit the armchair.

Diana smiled down at her from above.

"I have to go." She couldn't help but say.At the same time, Diana also explained her intentions, "Someone wants to meet you."

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Professor X is a very kind middle-aged man.

Correction, Professor X is a very kind and overly good-looking middle-aged man.No one who is on the fifth day looks like him.Except Magneto.Except Mr. Stark.Except Mr. Wayne. ...well, except for every overly good-looking middle-aged guy.

Phoebe sat down before him like a schoolboy, hoping she wouldn't drown in his blue eyes.

Charles Xavier leaned forward, laughing when he spoke.

"You're not the first to think so, and I took it as a perfect compliment, Phoebe. Can I call you Phoebe?"

The little witch nodded. "Can you hear my thoughts?" Not even the contemplator.

"There is a very powerful force covering your thinking, a layer of white curtain, I think there should be only a very small number of powerful mind readers in the world who can read your exact thoughts, and others can at most feel your own thoughts. Probably." Charles replied.

So Professor X subconsciously showed super confidence in his own strength.

She must have thought too loudly, because Charles laughed again.

"Enough compliments for today, now let's talk about glory. I wanted to meet you because I thought you might be able to communicate with God, Phoebe, from your communication with members of the Justice League, you mentioned When I was gaining power, I heard a voice falling from the sky."

"Yes."

"And the angelic message brought by the Winchester brothers shows that God has been 'away from home' for a long time, but he has spoken to you and we hope he will continue to do so."

"pass?"

"By actively extending awareness to him, if you will?" Charles slowly placed a finger near his temple, as if to give her time to react.

Phoebe tried to expand her consciousness outward following Professor X's guidance, and after a while, she felt a huge existence.It is omnipresent, omniscient, and all-encompassing.As if sensing her, the existence floated from the depths to the surface, opening its arms.

Father.

"stop!"

A voice suddenly called out.

The white light flashed across Phoebe's eyes, cutting off her connection with existence.

Cassidio landed in the room clutching his arms. He looked very weak, extremely weak. His glory should have repaired the damaged skin, but the effect of glory was suppressed to the limit in this room.

"Stop," he straightened up, frowning, "You're just a carrier of glory, Phoebe, you're not even an angel, let alone an angel can't face the existence of God. There are only four out of millions of bedules. An archangel has seen our father with his own eyes, and you will kill yourself if you continue."

But that existence...it didn't have any intention of hurting her, on the contrary, it was so familiar, so gentle, and so urgent.

"You're an angel." Professor X interrupted her thoughts.

Cassidio turned around. "Whatever you are doing is not going to work. Only an Archangel with the Archangel Blade can kill another Archangel. Our only hope is to stop Lucifer from breaking out of his cage. 63 seals have been broken, but After that... rebellion, our numbers dwindled."

"No wonder I haven't heard an angel talk in a while," Phoebe said pessimistically.

"Can you hear our conversation?"

"Yes."

"It's impossible." Cassidio said in surprise, "Glory first, then Enoch...I've never heard of such a thing."

Charles looked back and forth between them inquiringly. "When I guided her to extend her consciousness just now, she didn't feel the danger for a second. Maybe you would say that this is even more impossible."

The angel in the windbreaker seemed completely bewildered, he hesitated to speak, and finally seemed to think of something, and suddenly disappeared with the sound of wings flapping.

Before Phoebe could speak, the phone on her lap vibrated again.

[It's no use playing dead, granddaughter, I still have your suitcase with me. —— Queenie]

...Grandma, you are really good at picking your time.

"Professor, can I take care of some personal matters first?" She sighed, clutching her phone tightly and asking.

The Martian Manhunter who entered the room through the wall at some point hesitated for a few seconds, then cautiously proposed. "Perhaps... Cyborg can help?"

Charles shook his head. "Like your alliance propaganda picture? Forget it. When you come back, we will continue to try, and now I will inform other members of the new news."

Phoebe still seemed to feel the presence around her when she went out.

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