[Comprehensive] I have ancestral shit shoveling skills

This conversation allowed Casidio to understand Phoebe's determination, and to some extent strengthened his own determination.

After hesitating on the spot for a moment, the windbreaker angel lowered his voice and warned: "You are right, Lucifer is destined to walk freely on the earth. Those high-ranking angels never thought of protecting the seal from the very beginning. If they really want to stop the apocalypse, it is impossible to break more than 60 seals in such a short period of time."

"I guessed it." Phoebe also whispered, "My seal was opened by Uriel's calculation. He can't be the only angel who thinks so."

But Cassidio was shaking his head.

"Unlike Uriel, the higher angels want to release Satan because they want to eradicate this problem. Angels are God's soldiers, and the armies of heaven are gathering. Once Satan leads the demons to start walking freely, the earth will be destroyed." It will become a battleground between heaven and hell."

 …The earth is facing the crisis of destruction every day.

Cassidio seemed ashamed to admit it.

"So you lied in the Hall of Justice," Phoebe said, "so the Justice League was right."

She didn't know much about the battle, but more than most, and even so, it never occurred to her to guard against the angels.Please, angels are sent by God to protect mankind, who would have thought they would want to burn half the world in order to achieve complete victory?

But Batman's plan from the start has been to suppress all beings—angels and demons—with access to God's power.

Phoebe wasn't a huge Batman fan, but for the moment she wasn't upset that she'd be suppressed, she was relieved.

The ashamed Cassidio opened his mouth, and the rest of the words were uncontrollable like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube. "The last seal is to kill the demon Lilith. As long as Lilith dies, the cage of hell will be opened, and Lucifer will return to the world."

"So we have to find her as soon as possible." Phoebe pondered, "We even have to protect her and not kill her until everything is ready."

Cassidio responded with an unspeakable gaze.

"You know if you do this you're basically against all high-ranking angels, right?"

"Our goal is to solve Lucifer, what are they dissatisfied with?"

"Lucifer is our brother," Cassidio struggled with the choice of words, "or, once was our brother, Michael will not let others kill him."

What the hell kind of logic is this?

"You angels are really strict..." Phoebe looked at the sky speechlessly, "But whatever, I have experienced the suppressor, I have the glory of two angels on me, and superheroes still make me feel amazing How sad, how many angels have more glory than mine?"

"...maybe...archangels?"

Back to square one.

Phoebe decided to put aside her panic and try to connect with God again as soon as possible, at least to learn more about the archangels.As she pondered, Cassidio hesitated for a moment, and pressed her arm.

A burning sensation that was more stinging than before passed in a flash.

"What's this?" she asked grinning.

"Angel Repelling Curse can prevent any high-ranking angels from finding you. Originally, it would be better to engrave it on the ribs, but the Glory lives nearby, so the effect may be compromised." Cassidio said.

"Thank you," Phoebe softened her voice, "but when it comes to glory, I'm not very good at using the power of glory, maybe you can..."

"I can't." The windbreaker angel said decisively, "God has a task for you to complete, I'm not sure he wants me to teach you, maybe you have to explore it yourself."

"If he didn't want you to teach me, he wouldn't have allowed me to see you," Phoebe argued.

He hesitated for a while, this skin was really born with a sad face.

After a long time, Seraphim pressed a palm on her forehead, and complicated knowledge was transmitted along with a burning sensation. "Okay, but I can only teach you some ways of using power that angels are used to. You are special, don't take these skills as the highest standard."

Cassidio is a young angel who has never had the opportunity to be taught by the archangels, so the information he gave is indeed the most common angelic technique, and the purpose that any believer implements-"When you feel that the power has If not in time, pray."

"By Merlin," Phoebe told herself after the angel had flown away, "I'm sure I'm going to be the weirdest wizard in the world."

......

The drive to the Hall of Justice passes several viaducts, and the superhero law of viaducts must have gunfights once again comes into play.

Unlike the usual reports on TV, this time when Phoebe concentrated on perception, she found that she knew the side of the shootout.

It's the red-hooded robber.

Deadpool.

"Stop." She patted the driver's uncle on the shoulder.

The driver with less sensitive senses looked at her in the rearview mirror with a surprised face. "It's not allowed to get off the bus here, miss, you can only pull over after getting off the elevated road."

"I suggest you turn around quickly, otherwise you may not be able to get off the elevated road."

The taxi driver poked his head out of the window to take a look, then he stepped on the brakes like all the drivers around him who noticed something was wrong, shifted into reverse gear, and rolled his eyes as usual.

"Shit!" he grumbled, "why does it always happen in New York or Boston or Washington, can't these guys find a place where no one is around?"

After the uncle driver complained endlessly, Victory Phoebe got out of the car, and no one noticed that she was wearing the invisibility cloak in the chaos.

Deadpool seemed to be very comfortable. There were originally eight people on the other side, but after a few words, only two were still panting.Phoebe swore he saw Deadpool get hit at least five or six times, but he acted like it was all an illusion.

After everything was settled, he stood behind the car shelter and quickly cleaned himself up.

Phoebe cast a Reaching Charm on the suppressor while he wasn't looking, then put her hand on his shoulder and risked Apparating.

"What the hell!"

Deadpool yelled when he landed.

After the little witch took off the invisibility cloak, he covered his face and called out again: "God, why can I see you twice in one day?"

"Because you kidnapped me for the first time, it's my turn this time." Phoebe snorted coldly.

"I didn't get kidnapped either." He looked up to the sky and sighed.

"If it weren't for Mister Stark..."

"Look, honey." Deadpool cut her off.

"I dealt with all kinds of employers, I took all kinds of orders, I shot people, sometimes stabbed them to death or chopped off their heads, I kidnapped, set fire, tortured, and never said I was a good person. But how old are you? 15? 16? Not even old enough to drink."

He wiped the gun with his grimy uniform, not caring that it might go off and kill him. "Even if the tin can doesn't come, I plan to find a place to throw you away, maybe a garbage truck or a police station or something, but who can say no if you have extra money?"

"You expect me to say thank you?" Phoebe asked incredulously.

"Do you know what my advice is?" Deadpool put the cleaned gun aside, "Get out of here, take the fastest bus home, stay with Mommy, be a good girl, ten o'clock at night Don't go out after that... God, did I really just say a friendly advice?"

He shot himself in the leg.

"Och! Well, I did offer a friendly suggestion."

"What's wrong with you?" Phoebe stared at the bloody gunshot hole, pulling a little distance away, "You don't need to remind me what to do, if you don't want to say who the employer is, it's fine, I'll hire you to catch him now Come on, how about it?"

"Business? I like doing business. It's just that I'm... a little expensive." Deadpool spread his hands carelessly.

"I have some expensive antiques to pay for."

"Sorry, I only accept US dollars."

"..."

The little witch took a deep breath and finally felt a bit of a headache. She pursed her lips and raised her arms.It was as if there was an invisible hand holding Deadpool's body, his head "slammed" on the electric pole behind him, and his two hands were separated and attached to the sides of his head.

"While I'm often proud of my R rating, I really don't want to be doing NC-13 in a PG-17 novel," he struggles, "and most importantly, I don't really want to be in a What about NC-13 in a PG-17 novel! Help!"

Phoebe spread her fingers, stretching consciousness along the fingertips, just as Cassidio had done.

"...that expression reminds me of Professor X, I think you'd better not do that..."

Glory and spirit pierced through the red mist, she pushed aside all protection, and pierced into the core of memory.

"and many more--"

Deadpool only shouted half of what he said.

Phoebe didn't need him to call her other half anymore.

She staggered back and fell to the ground. For about 5 minutes, her mind was blank, and she could only stare at the diffuse sunset glow in a daze.Moments later, Deadpool's red hood takes over the view, obscuring the sky and a receding plane.

She turned her head and retched.

"I told you not to read my memory."

Deadpool squatted beside her like a child who did something wrong, patting her on the back and mumbling incessantly.

"Jesus, his second uncle, don't be crazy again."

The author has something to say: cheap: the last one who read my memory has gone crazy