Chapter 139: Super Evolution Heroine! Batman Goes Mad!
The sky tore open.
It wasn’t ordinary dark clouds, nor a sign of an approaching thunderstorm.
The originally azure sky seemed to be ripped apart by some invisible force, with black pure gold lightning coiling and twisting between the clouds, an extremely ominous aura permeating heaven and earth.
It was as if… even holy light had fallen into filth.
Those were not ordinary lightning strikes, but something from higher dimensions collapsing and mutating; every flash of scarlet and darkness was accompanied by a chilling hum.
It felt as if the entire universe was trembling.
The air was filled with an aura that did not belong to this world—a scent mixed with the sacred and the blasphemous, evoking both awe and disgust.
Throughout the entire universe, whether it was the superhumans on Earth, the spirits in distant other universal kingdoms, or the prisoners hidden deep within the phantom zone, all felt this abnormality.
Some looked up, some knelt in prayer, and some… covered their ears and screamed as they fled.
Because they heard the song.
The distorted holy song.
“Shut up! You damned angel!” In the living room, the human bone piano’s sound was tinged with a tremor, “Stop singing! I can’t take it anymore! I’m going to be contaminated!”
Its lid opened and closed.
Like the mouth of some creature spasming, black mucus seeped from its wooden surface. Despite playing with a frantic madness, the human bone piano’s performance couldn’t drown out the angel’s voice.
It wasn’t just it that was emitting sharp bursts of noise.
As the angel began to chant, everything in the manor seemed to be affected. Ian, aghast, jumped up and rushed from the window towards the transparent crystal prison cage.
This guy’s wings were completely twisted, and where feathers had fallen, writhing flesh buds grew. Moreover, his several mouths were simultaneously chanting some kind of distorted holy song.
Distorted holy song.
Each lyric was like a virus program, running in reality, altering the rules, and contaminating everything.
“Ahhhh~”
Every word the angel Manny uttered caused the surrounding air to warp slightly. The oil paintings on the wall began to melt, and disturbing liquid seeped from the floor cracks.
“This manor is worth much more than a villa. Heaven knows if I can find another one. I must protect my sacred property from being violated, you angel who deserves to be sent to hell to plant cotton is too hateful!”
Without a word, Ian swung his fist and smashed it into the crystal prison cage. Punch after punch. At the same time, Crowley and the female demon Meg by the restroom window looked up at the sky with fascinating expressions.
“You actually guessed right, the angels… are really affected by that?” Meg murmured, her dark pupils reflecting the twisted golden cracks in the sky.
“Never underestimate the arrogance of angels; they think they are high and mighty.” Crowley didn’t answer her, only narrowed his eyes, a strange smile forming on his lips.
“Go do what you should do, Meg.” This sounded like an order, delivered with unquestionable majesty, but the female demon Meg was unmoved.
“You can’t hand over this manor. You know what’s buried underground! That’s very important to us!” The female demon Meg dared not confront Ian herself.
She tried to persuade Crowley to change his mind. Regardless of the reason why Crowley was handing over the manor, the female demon Meg certainly didn’t consider it a suitable transaction.
“Clearly, you also…”
Before she could finish speaking, Crowley’s scarlet eyes interrupted her.
“I know what you want to do.” Crowley’s tone was calm but carried a firm, profound meaning, “But that thing cannot be released by us at this time.”
“Perhaps it never can be.”
Crowley’s voice was deep and majestic.
As soon as he said this.
Meg’s expression darkened.
“I’m going to tell Lucifer that you are betraying Hell.” She began to wave the flag, bringing up the true master of Hell, but this did not intimidate Crowley.
Because this was not a decision Crowley had made alone.
“The boss is happy in Los Angeles; he doesn’t want to release what’s below right now either.”
Crowley shrugged indifferently, still leaning against the window, his eyes fixed on the sky, as if unwilling to miss any moment of the change.
“I will ask Lucifer. Don’t think you can trick me.” Meg’s expression shifted rapidly—anger, unwillingness, confusion… Finally, she snorted and turned to leave.
“You will regret this, Crowley.”
The female demon was still indignant in her heart.
Crowley finally turned his head once.
“Don’t think about doing things sneakily. If I were you, I wouldn’t show up near this manor again. It belongs to that boy; approaching it is equivalent to approaching heaven.”
The Demon King’s wisdom flowed in Crowley’s eyes. He hadn’t made the current decision initially; his change of attitude was entirely due to him knowing what had happened where the Sorceress Supreme was imprisoned.
It was a scene he dared not even contemplate.
“You can’t scare me.”
The female demon Meg scoffed, thinking Crowley was trying to fool her. She knew demons’ propensity for lying too well, as she herself was a high-ranking demon skilled at weaving lies.
“As you wish. I’ve already been considerate of our friendship. If you get caught, don’t blame me for not warning you—falling into that boy’s hands will also define you as a ‘trash can’.”
“Now, don’t forget what you should do. If you mess up, you know the consequences.” Crowley gave the female demon a meaningful smile.
“I know what I should do.”
The female demon Meg gave Crowley a deep look.
She transformed into black mist and dissipated in the restroom.
Crowley watched her leave, then slowly took out his mobile phone, took a few photos of the sky, adjusted the filter to his satisfaction, and then leisurely walked back to the living room.
As soon as he pushed the door open and entered.
Crowley froze.
“How can I make this thing shut up!”
Ian was seen stepping on the mutated angel Manny, stuffing the angel’s dozens of mouths with sofa cushions, tablecloths, and even broken strings from the human bone piano. However, a new mouth had split open on the angel’s crown, continuing to chant the distorted holy song. Even more terrifyingly, the entire living room was being contaminated.
The walls had begun to writhe irregularly.
As if something was gestating inside them, it was horrifying.
Far more unsettling than the writhing of flesh.
“Wait… how did you get him out?!” Crowley’s eyes widened. He frantically looked around and noticed that the crystal prison cage that had originally confined the angel had disappeared.
“Where’s my Divine Artifact!”
He even looked at the boy’s crotch, confirming that the boy, who liked to put things in his crotch, hadn’t used some method to stuff his crystal container into his crotch.
“A Divine Artifact, no wonder it was so hard. But with one punch from me, wherever my fist passed, the void collapsed, and ten thousand wails arose. Even a container forged from the most supreme divine material would turn to ashes.”
“My Evil God Annihilation Fist is that powerful. In this world, nothing can stump the Lord Evil God.” Ian knew what persona to adopt when dealing with demons.
He was stuffing things into the new mouths the angel had grown.
They were endless.
Simply endless.
As the mouth below this thing could start chanting, Ian, in a hurry, pulled out a toilet plunger. He could only comfort himself in his heart that it was fortunate this wasn’t a female angel.
【Error Data, Incompatible】
【Error Data, Incompatible】
【Error Data, Incompatible】
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Ian couldn’t count on the System to help him clear out what was inside the angel. It wasn’t that the angel was too advanced, but rather that the System was simply too picky.
From previous experiences, Ian was not surprised by the current situation. The System only consumed the essence of the pollution source, and for the things polluted by the pollution source, it would just give errors.
“That was a fish tank I stole from Lucifer.” Crowley looked like he had lost his second wife, his expression very dejected, and his happy mood slightly diminished.
“So it was Lucifer’s fish tank, no wonder it was so delicious… I mean, hard.” Ian quickly corrected himself, giving Crowley a polite smile with some guilt.
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【Entropy Annihilation Lord Lv10 [4000/5120]】
【Savage Lord Experience Points+298】
【Savage Tyrant Lv10 [4444/5120]】
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This was Ian’s harvest.
The Entropy Annihilation Lord digested the energy from the cage, while the Savage Tyrant could digest matter more easily. These two professions have always been complementary.
After adapting for some time, Ian had also figured out the characteristics of his professions. The two professions did not conflict; for the Entropy Annihilation Lord, things like chemical potions were meaningless. The Savage Tyrant focused more on “material absorption” at the material level, while the Entropy Annihilation Lord focused on absorption at the soul and energy levels.
“That cage couldn’t contain this pollution; it might even have been contaminated, which is why I intervened.” Ian told Crowley about a third of the truth.
He also began to comfort Crowley.
“It’s alright, I think Lucifer must have other treasures for raising things in Hell. If all else fails, I’ll go to Los Angeles tomorrow and steal his toilet for you.”
Ian wouldn’t go to Los Angeles, of course. He was just good at lying to coax demons.
“…”
Crowley was on the verge of tears.
He opened his mouth.
In the end, he didn’t mention that he had seen a few crystal fragments between Ian’s teeth. This always very wise Demon King decided to just assume his old eyes were playing tricks on him.
“Never mind the toilet.”
Crowley didn’t want Lucifer’s toilet.
He had already scrubbed Lucifer’s toilets enough in Hell. Seeing that the angel’s influence was still ongoing, he couldn’t afford to complain anymore. A wave of resistance against the black mist emanated from him.
This was, of course, not insurance.
So Crowley quickly took his next action.
His plump fingers, with astonishing dexterity, pulled a remote control inlaid with Hell runes from his suit inner pocket.
Then.
This magical remote control emitted a low hum. When he forcefully pressed the central scarlet button with his thumb, a fissure exuding the scent of sulfur suddenly split open in the air. The next moment, a box appeared out of thin air, emitting black smoke, as if it were a collection just transported from Hell to the human world.
“Catch!”
A box made of obsidian popped out of the void.
Crowley threw it to Ian like a hot potato. As the box traced a parabola in the air, the sealing runes on its surface lit up and then extinguished, as if breathing.
The moment Ian caught it, the box automatically unfolded.
Inside lay a feather about the length of a palm—it looked so ordinary, yet it pulsed with incredibly holy and powerful energy in the dim hall.
“Put it on him! Quick!” Crowley screamed and retreated, his plump body knocking over the coffee table. The whiskey bottle shattered on the floor, but he didn’t care about his treasured possessions.
Angels were dangerous toys.
Distorted angels were even more so.
“Okay, I want to save my manor too.” The moment Ian grasped the feather, his fingertips felt an electric shock. He carefully brought it close to the angel Manny’s forehead.
Many small mouths had already appeared on the skin there.
The instant the feather touched the angel Manny’s forehead, a pure white light suddenly rippled outwards, and the mutations on the angel Manny instantly stopped.
Incredibly sudden.
Extremely fast.
The angel’s twisted limbs emitted the crisp sound of bones resetting. Even as the rotten feathers on his wings shed, new downy feathers grew at a visible speed. Most astonishing were the flesh nodules covering his entire body—they evaporated like dewdrops hit by sunlight, leaving only faint marks on the skin.
The entire purification process took no more than three heartbeats.
When the last wisp of black mist drifted out of the angel’s ear, Manny had regained his original appearance—pale, tender wings and skin as dark as the night sky.
He remained unconscious, however.
Long eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow on his face, and the corners of his mouth remained tensed in pain.
Ian curiously flipped the feather in his hand and found it had dimmed slightly.
The golden liquid remaining in the quill slowly seeped into his skin, bringing a warm stinging sensation. He suddenly recalled the feeling of trying to eat a lithium battery not long ago.
Dangerous and addictive.
“What treasure is this?”
Ian had a guess in his heart and looked down at the feather in his hand.
It was pure white, with a faint luster at the edges, as if it contained some kind of rule of law. Even just looking at it, Ian could feel a strong sense of pressure.
Without hesitation.
Ian directly stuffed the feather into his mouth, moving so fast that not even a blur was left. Crowley’s warning voice got stuck in his throat as he watched the precious feather disappear between the boy’s pearly white teeth and get chewed and chewed.
It just wouldn’t break.
And he couldn’t swallow it.
A teeth-grinding chewing sound echoed in the living room. Ian gnawed hard with his puffed cheeks. Although he couldn’t swallow it, an indescribable taste had already spread throughout his mouth.
It was like the first snow melting on the tip of the tongue.
Like the first unfinished spring dream.
So pure it made one’s heart tremble.
“Super Lollipop?”
Ian stopped chewing.
He spat it out and inhaled deeply.
【Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points+99】
【Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points+99】
…
In short.
It was a taste like first love.
The Entropy Annihilation Lord’s experience grew madly.
“That was the most powerful angel’s wing.” Crowley sighed and, after hesitating for a moment, finally answered Ian’s earlier question, his tone carrying a hint of reluctance.
Cleaning Lucifer’s room always brought unexpected gains.
It was something other demons envied.
“It really is Lucifer’s angel feather!” Ian wrapped the feather in the plastic wrapper of a chocolate and put it in his pocket. His energy state had reached saturation.
【Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points+46】
【Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points+74】
The rate at which he could gain experience points slowed down, indicating that Ian had reached saturation. Eating more would be a waste of food, as the energy in a single feather was ultimately limited.
It’s a luxury if you can’t digest it. Ian felt a touch of emotion, thinking he wanted pigeon soup and remembering when Lucifer started cutting off his wings.
Crowley was silent for a few seconds.
“Actually… you can give them back to me.”
He finally couldn’t help but speak, his tone cautious, as if negotiating repayment terms with a creditor. After all, Crowley wouldn’t care about other things as much. However, Lucifer’s feathers weren’t like ordinary people’s hair; they weren’t something you could find on a pillow anytime, anywhere.
These were supposed to be “command tokens” for him to suppress the demons.
“I know.”
Ian nodded.
But he didn’t move.
Seeing this.
Crowley knew exactly what had happened to him.
“Don’t be like that, you’re the King of Hell now. When Lucifer becomes a psychiatrist later, you’ll definitely be the permanent regent. As a future permanent regent, you need to be magnanimous.”
“I’m going to hell sooner or later too, so giving me things actually increases Hell’s strength.” Ian was still good at fabricating non-existent grand principles.
However.
Hearing his words.
Crowley was suddenly stunned.
“Really?”
He was a little excited.
A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
The Demon King felt this might be a pie in the sky—the world knew how much this tailor-born demon craved power. He had always believed that only gourmet food and power were worthy of his devotion in this world.
“Yes, really.”
Ian nodded repeatedly, “Lucifer is going to be a psychiatrist… Huh? I’m also a psychiatrist. It seems that the more transcendent you are, the more you become a psychiatrist?”
He muttered to himself, his expression shocked, as if he had discovered some cosmic truth.
“Regent… permanent regent…”
Crowley’s face turned red, as if he had drunk too much hellfire wine, even his bald head shone with an excited sheen. He rubbed his hands, his plump body pacing back and forth in the living room.
For some reason.
The demon, skilled in bewitchment, genuinely believed Ian’s words. Just then, a noisy sound of footsteps, accompanied by the crisp sound of metal clashing, came from outside the door.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
The sudden noise shattered the contemplative atmosphere.
“My subordinates might have brought your friends,” Crowley stopped pacing, wiped the sweat that kept trickling down his forehead, and tried his best to put on a kind expression.
His current form might not be able to contain his full power.
It was a bit overloaded.
The more power he used, the more he seemed to sweat.
“It seems you really are a trustworthy demon. Good, good, you’re as trustworthy as I am.” Upon hearing this, Ian immediately looked up towards the corridor outside the living room.
The footsteps approached.
However.
What appeared around the corner was not the demon who had gone to escort them earlier.
Or rather, not entirely.
That demon’s head was being gnawed by another demon, and the head of the demon gnawing the other demon’s head was tightly held in the hand of a girl with long golden hair.
It was Madison.
She walked like a swaggering figure, and the minotaur demon, which was in the process of eating, had a gun handle attached to the back of its head. The little punk girl looked like she was charging forward with a flamethrower.
“Ian! We’re here to save you!” Madison held onto one of the minotaur’s horns with one hand and the grip on the back of its head with the other, her little shoes making a clattering sound as she ran into the living room.
She was a ruthless person too.
Without a word.
She directly aimed the Demonic Minotaur Baal at the somewhat stunned Crowley.
“Demon! Die!” This line, learned from some exorcist movie, was delivered by Madison with a full, unpolished emotion.
“Master! Your loyal Wisdom Demon reports for duty!”
The Minotaur Demon extended veins from beneath its neck to lower the demon it was gnawing on. It cooperatively opened its mouth and spewed a stream of scorching hellfire.
However, Crowley merely narrowed his crimson eyes, and with a sweep of his gaze, the hellfire abruptly halted in mid-air, as if frozen solid.
“Pfft.”
The flames then extinguished.
A muffled sound came from the Minotaur Demon’s throat.
Like a chicken being choked.
“What’s going on?!” Madison shook the demon’s head she was holding, “Breathe fire again! You’ve eaten so many demons, you should be at least a low-level fifth rank by now?”
As for Ian’s rank system.
Not only did the Demonic Minotaur believe it.
Even the little punk girl believed it wholeheartedly.
“Even low-level sixth rank isn’t enough, that… that’s a Hell Lord…” The Minotaur Demon drooped its face dejectedly. Its gaze flickered between Crowley and Ian, who was vigorously plucking angel feathers. The intelligent Baal realized that the situation might not be as they and the little punk girl had initially thought.
As expected.
After stopping the Minotaur Demon’s attack, the crimson glow in Crowley’s eyes slowly faded. He changed his expression, rubbed his hands, and smiled affably.
Like an uncle selling fried fish balls on the street.
“What Hell Lord or whatever, it’s all a misunderstanding! My friend and I have already reached an agreement.” Saying this, Crowley glanced back at Ian, who was scorching angel feathers with fel energy.
His eye twitched, but he made no further comment.
“I had a dream, and in it, I had a fan made of angel feathers.” Ian didn’t want more lollipops; Manny the angel’s feathers didn’t contain much power.
Just as Lucifer himself had said, the gap between these angels and Lucifer was indeed vast, they could almost be considered two entirely different species.
Lucifer’s feathers contained divine power because Lucifer’s power was self-contained. As for the angels, most of their power came from the shared power of Heaven.
Although the mechanism was more advanced than Ian’s shared brain, it was ultimately an external force. Without being linked to Heaven, angel feathers were just ordinary high-grade materials—perhaps such materials would be useful to a Savage Tyrant, but Ian didn’t have anything that could create a catalytic reaction with them.
Making a feather fan was perfect.
“No, how are you guys getting along so harmoniously? This Minotaur said you were going to be stewed by a Great Demon for nourishment.” Madison and the Minotaur Demon both turned to look at Ian.
The eyes of the human and the bull were filled with confusion and uncertainty.
“Don’t joke, it’s really a misunderstanding, my subordinate was just being careless.” Crowley gave a dry laugh, and before Ian could speak, he had already provided an answer.
Ian touched his nose, feeling a little guilty.
“He gave me too much…”
Ian was ashamed of being bewitched by the demon.
“What?!” Madison’s eyes widened, unwilling to believe it. This wasn’t the plot she wanted; she wanted a plot where the main female character saved Ian.
“We were almost killed, and now you’re telling me it was all just a misunderstanding?!” The little punk girl’s gaze darted between Crowley and Ian.
“I was almost crushed to death too!”
The Minotaur Demon’s head added indignantly.
Just as Ian was about to speak.
Crowley beat him to it again.
“Don’t rush, don’t rush, I’ll give you a satisfactory explanation.” Seeing this, Crowley immediately clapped his hands, and before his words fell, more than a dozen crimson magic arrays appeared on the living room floor.
Accompanied by sulfur-scented black smoke.
More than a dozen demons wearing human skin crawled out of the summoning circles.
As soon as they stood firm.
They looked at Crowley in confusion.
“Boss, what happened?” These demons, inhabiting human bodies, looked around, somewhat startled to see the Sorceress Supreme there.
“Is it that you, Boss, are planning to revive that…” One demon, who thought he was clever, was about to say something when Crowley immediately glared at him with his crimson eyes.
“Snap~”
The demon’s head exploded like a watermelon.
“My apologies, this is the price that must be paid. Everyone, many of you are traitors, and your deaths are not unjust.” Crowley’s gaze suddenly turned cold.
His crimson eyes locked onto all the demons in an instant.
“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! —”
A series of explosions sounded, and the heads of more than a dozen demons burst open simultaneously. Black demon blood and brain matter splattered everywhere, like an overturned ink bottle.
Their bodies twitched and fell.
They quickly dissolved into pools of viscous black liquid.
The demons’ essence tried to escape, but due to Crowley’s influence, they became listless and weak, only able to wriggle on the ground.
“Mine! All mine!”
The Minotaur Demon broke free from Madison’s grip excitedly, pounced on the ground, and rolled in the demon carcasses like a dog, frantically absorbing the dissipating energy of its own kind.
Madison was stunned, her mouth slightly agape.
“No… this…”
She had seen many demons fight before, but she had never seen Crowley exterminate all his subordinates so casually. Was this demon so ruthless even to himself?
The girl who valued loyalty had her worldview reshaped.
“Just cleaning house. In fact, all the ones I brought out this time were traitors. I was already planning to purge them after the show, I’ve just moved it up a bit.” Crowley might have been lying, but he acted as if he had done something perfectly normal, casually wiping the bloodstains from his suit.
Afterward.
This Demon King, whose power had only partially arrived in the human world, turned to look at Madison.
He smiled and said.
“Miss, I actually own several Hollywood film companies, and we’re currently in desperate need of quality actors like you.” Crowley rubbed his hands, his smile amiable.
A merchant demon was most adept at understanding people’s hearts.
Understanding their needs.
And most importantly, he was a new-era Demon King skilled in using the internet.
This made his business acumen even more proficient.
With just this one sentence.
Madison froze on the spot.
“Huh? This…”
She felt the same feeling Ian had felt earlier.
“My company not only has great scripts but also offers generous pay, and we specialize in creating international superstars.” Crowley added with a smile, he had truly grasped Madison’s weakness.
“Deal!”
Madison snapped back to reality and immediately made her decision. Being tied to an altar or not was just a professional experience to understand life and enrich her future acting career.
Ian: “…”
Minotaur Demon: “…”
The little punk girl’s eyes sparkled.
She seemed to be fantasizing about herself walking the red carpet at the Oscars in a red gown.
She turned to look at Ian.
“This demon is indeed amazing, he really gave me too much,” the little punk girl nodded in agreement, having even forgotten her dream of being a real-life main female lead.
With a fake main female lead role to play.
Who would still want to be a real-life main female lead?
In reality, she preferred to be an international superstar who bullied A-list stars, B-list stars, C-list stars, and played the role of a confidante to D-list stars!
“What about me? I don’t act, but I have great scripts, like 《 Batman’s Tragic Romance 》, and 《 Death of Stocking Superman 》…” Ian didn’t think the Gotham weirdos would let his novel flourish in film and television, so he needed to save his own potentially buried masterpieces.
“Make them all, make them all, I have no problem with any of them, the funding is very ample.” The writer boy’s words made Crowley, who was sweating profusely again from using his powers, give a quick dry laugh.
“Shoot tomorrow?” Ian’s eyes lit up.
“Shoot tomorrow!” Crowley nodded firmly.
Ian was extremely satisfied and was about to suggest a few more script ideas.
Suddenly—
“Rumble!”
A strange roar came from outside the window, the murky sky twisted again, and several ominous “stars” appeared in the depths of the clouds, flickering with a morbid light.
Like meteorites approaching Earth.
“What’s going on today?”
Madison leaned towards the window, finally having time to pay attention to the celestial anomaly. She felt that her current life was truly exciting, with continuous major events happening every day.
“Those ‘stars’ might be angels… all infected with a terrible disease.” Ian stared at the sky, his tone laced with a hint of melancholy. He had already discarded the black angel whose feathers had been stripped bare.
He hadn’t expected that the angel’s wings would also be black after losing its feathers, like a black chicken’s wings.
“Super AIDS? I know it, I’ve already learned it!” Madison’s tone was full of pride, as she was indeed experiencing the taste of exceptional talent for the first time.
“More terrifying than that.”
Ian said seriously.
Seeing this, Madison also became enthusiastic, showing strong passion, “I can learn this too! I’ll continue to be a witch, and then go to Hollywood to play witches!”
She didn’t know what had happened to the angels, but she had always loved learning after leaving school.
“You shouldn’t learn this,” Ian rubbed his temples helplessly, “learning it would affect your mental health.”
Everyone fell silent and looked out the window together. The strange “stars” were slowly moving, as if approaching Earth, while some seemed to be falling towards the sun.
Just then.
Crowley’s phone suddenly rang.
He pulled it out and saw that the screen clearly displayed 【 Boss 】.
Of course, he couldn’t not answer.
“Hello? Uh-huh… Okay, okay…” Crowley said apologetically to Ian after hanging up the phone, bowing obsequiously, “The big boss needs me for something. I have to go.”
Ian narrowed his eyes.
“My super hearing picked it up. Lucifer wants you to fetch him some wine.”
He had always been good at eavesdropping.
Crowley wasn’t embarrassed by this. He merely adjusted his tie and puffed out his chest proudly, “Not everyone is qualified to be Lucifer’s deliveryman.”
Saying this.
The Demon King elegantly walked to the fireplace, pulled a handful of powder from his pocket, and sprinkled it at his feet—flames instantly surged, and Crowley’s figure distorted in the light.
In the blink of an eye, he was gone.
“Crowley! Potter?!”
Ian was stunned.
It wasn’t his imagination running wild.
It was just that going through a fireplace like that was too much like Hogwarts!
“That’s crossroads demon magic,” the Minotaur Demon, full from eating, boasted, undergoing a hierarchical evolution where it stood and then lifted its head again.
“Following Lord Ian, I’ll surpass him eventually!” After devouring over a dozen powerful demons, how inflated could the Minotaur Demon become? It even attempted to gnaw on the fallen angel.
This was, of course, not a feasible plan.
No matter how much power an angel lost, they were still a higher life form in the universe, and their body’s numerical values were extremely explosive. Even the Minotaur Demon, which had evolved to an intermediate level, could not possibly gnaw through it.
“I want to learn this kind of magic too,” Madison stated concisely, her eyes sparkling. When she was at school, she had never had such enthusiasm for learning the school curriculum.
This also fully demonstrated the profound influence of talent on a person’s diligence.
“Is Metropolis going to face disaster again today?” Madison asked, looking at Ian, who had been standing by the window. Her tone was slightly worried, as if she felt the world might be on the verge of an apocalypse.
“Who knows.”
Ian was using his shared brain to calculate the falling trajectory of the stars. The moment he spoke—the sky outside changed drastically again!
Countless stars appeared in the night sky, arranging themselves into an ancient and mysterious pattern. And in the center of these star clusters, a massive gate slowly materialized.
It was the Gate of Heaven!
Except.
The normally sacred Gate of Heaven was now covered in stains and signs of evil.
The bas-reliefs that once depicted the faces of holy songs and angels were now twisted into expressions of pained screams, and disgusting pus oozed from each mouth.
“Creak—creak—”
The sound of the door hinges turning was like rusted metal grinding.
Or like some giant creature chewing bones. Occasionally, there was a sticky sound of liquid dripping, and each black substance that fell twisted into the shape of a miniature angel in mid-air.
They quickly dissipated into mist.
Most horrifying were the whispers emanating from within the gate—tens of thousands of voices layered together, sometimes sounding like chanting, sometimes devolving into manic ramblings.
Madison unconsciously covered her ears.
Those sounds were like tiny insects drilling into her brain. The tips of the Minotaur Demon’s horns glowed with an unnatural red light, as if sensing a terrible presence.
Amidst this suffocatingly terrifying scene, Madison suddenly felt a heat on her chest.
“Ah!” she exclaimed, pulling out the bronze cross from her collar. It was now emitting a soft, milky white light, as warm as winter sunshine.
Those brain-drilling noises were instantly blocked out, and Madison sighed with relief, as if she had immersed herself in a hot spring.
“Awoooo—!!”
The Minotaur Demon let out a pig-slaughtering scream and rolled into a corner. It desperately covered its eyes with its hooves, its head fur standing on end like a duster.
“I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die! Holy light purification is coming!”
This guy was genuinely scared stiff.
However, the burning sensation they expected did not appear.
“What’s going on?” Baal peeked through his fingers nervously, finding that the holy light was enveloping him, but miraculously causing no harm.
“Huh?”
It seemed to realize something.
“Praise Lord Ian!”
Baal rolled to Ian’s feet, moving so fast it left afterimages. It rubbed its head madly against the boy’s pant leg, as fawning as a dog with only a head.
Who said bulls can’t be pets?
“No, this…” Ian took the glowing cross and held it to his ear, but he couldn’t hear any voice from the supreme being.
“God, God, are you there? Heaven is about to become a septic tank.” Ian was very confused. The cross glowing meant God should be fully aware of everything happening.
However.
He heard no response.
Nor did he see God intervene to save the angels—what was going on? Ian looked out the window again, hearing unnerving sounds from inside.
It made him curious.
At this moment.
What exactly was happening inside the Gate of Heaven.
…
Night fell, and the originally peaceful firmament was torn open by a massive rift. Beams of golden and black light descended from the sky like divine punishment descending upon the human world. That gate—the Gate of Heaven—slowly materialized under the gaze of countless people, its edges distorted and filthy, as if the very foundation of the holy world was collapsing.
The people on Earth had naturally felt this anomaly by now. The big screen in Times Square suddenly flickered, the image switching to live news—the celestial anomaly was being captured by global satellites.
However.
The scientists could not calculate the distance.
“God… what is that?”
A well-dressed office worker tilted his head back, his coffee cup falling to the ground with a “clatter.” The brown liquid splashed onto his leather shoes, but he was oblivious. His pupils reflected the huge, filthy Gate of Heaven, from which black mucus seeped out of the cracks, like some living thing writhing.
“The end! This is the end!”
A fanatical believer knelt on the ground.
He raised his hands, his voice trembling. The Bible in his arms had long since fallen to the side, its pages rustling in the wind until they stopped on a page of Revelations 《》.
“And I saw heaven opened, and behold a white horse; and he that sat upon it was called Faithful and True…”
But at this moment, what cracked open the sky was not holy radiance, but a terrifying filth.
London, Tokyo, Paris, Moscow… major cities worldwide were plunged into chaos. People looked up in terror, some screaming, some praying, some frantically filming with their mobile phones.
As if even in the apocalypse, these people only cared about gaining followers. In addition, there were many criminals who felt the end was nigh and it was time to act with abandon in a final carnival.
Many criminals took the opportunity to riot, prisons were breached, and cities fell into panic. Flames burned in the streets, sirens wailed incessantly, and the air was filled with the smell of scorched earth and fear.
However.
There were truly too many people celebrating the end times.
Perhaps this was the indoctrination of humanity after the demons took control of Hollywood movies.
They came in groups.
Vandalizing, looting, burning, and killing.
This directly caused the already insufficient number of superheroes to be too busy to even pay attention to the anomaly in the sky, chasing these anti-human individuals who were high on something all over the city.
Wonder Woman was among them.
After all, New York, where she lived, was one of the cities with the highest crime rates on Earth.
“You people are disgusting. That little girl is only fifteen!” Diana Prince flicked her wrist, her Lasso of Truth coiling around three armed robbers like a serpent.
“And yet, you want to steal her sandwich?” The golden rope suddenly emitted a dazzling light, illuminating the dim street corner as if it were daytime.
“A world ending! Food is the most important!”
The three armed robbers were clearly special doomsday cultists. They firmly believed in the principle of “while my neighbor hoards grain, I hoard guns,” and the firepower they possessed was even more comprehensive than that of the regular US military.
As the Lasso of Truth took effect.
The robbers, who still wanted to proclaim that they were simply following the law of the jungle, all rolled their eyes back.
“Praise Ian, Emperor of All Laws!” the leader of the robbers shouted with his eyes rolled back, drooling, “His glory will purify this corrupt world!”
“Praise Ian! Emperor of All Laws, invincible, omnipotent, He is One, He is All, Lord of All Beings!” Several bound robbers looked at him with devout eyes.
It was as if they were not being arrested, but undergoing some divine test. To pass this test, it seemed they had to see who could praise the Emperor of All Laws with a more extensive vocabulary.
“…”
Wonder Woman sighed wearily.
It wasn’t because of the Lasso of Truth’s abnormality. As a highly adaptable wild person, Diana had grown accustomed to such scenes. She sighed mainly because she couldn’t catch enough criminals.
This was already the seventh group of brainwashed criminals today.
Ever since that bizarre Gate of Heaven appeared, the whole of New York seemed to have been switched to a madness setting. She looked up at the sky; the filthy gate seemed to become clearer and clearer.
Vague shadows could be seen writhing within.
“What is going on?” Diana’s heart was filled with unease. Compared to the rioting madmen in the city, she was more concerned about the anomaly in the sky.
Amidst confusion, anxiety, and unease.
Suddenly.
The communicator on Wonder Woman’s wrist vibrated.
It was a text message from Superman, only a single line of text.
【 This is an Angel Fall; everyone is infected with a disease. 】 It was evident that even across many cities, Superman had heard Wonder Woman’s… inner thoughts.
“Seriously! What kind of cheating is this Kryptonian pulling? And what do you mean angels are falling and all infected? Do angels also like to have parties in the sky?” Wonder Woman didn’t know what to say. She realized that Clark seemed to have gained a new ability during the last incident.
This was proven again.
Wonder Woman was just thinking this in her mind.
Immediately.
【 These are Ian’s exact words… He’s trying to get into Heaven right now. 】 Another message from Clark arrived. Wonder Woman looked up at the Gate of Heaven in astonishment.
Good heavens.
There was indeed a figure clinging to the front of that massive gate, trying to pry it open.
【 I can’t get close to the gate. 】
Another text message came.
Wonder Woman saw Superman spinning around in the sky like a headless fly, flying very fast. Her eyesight couldn’t even track his flight path.
“…”
Wonder Woman looked down at her Lasso of Truth. She felt she was still falling behind the times. If they were indeed angels, perhaps she could only help deal with ordinary criminals in the city.
Just like Cyborg and Aquaman—thinking this, Wonder Woman’s complicated feelings eased slightly. She couldn’t help but rub her temples and look at the criminals again.
The constant “Praise Ian” from all around made her temples throb.
“I know, I already knew. Emperor of All Laws, Lord Ian is the most powerful,” Wonder Woman muttered in extreme exhaustion, pulling her lasso to prepare to send these fanatics to the police station.
At this very moment, an anomaly occurred.
The light on the Lasso of Truth suddenly flared, as brilliant as if it held the galaxy. A series of comical Ian faces appeared on the surface of the rope, as if it were the boot-up animation of this divine artifact.
【 Confirmed as one of our own 】
【 Divine Whip Mode Activated 】
Before the words could finish.
Innumerable golden lightning bolts suddenly erupted from the rope!
Under Diana’s astonished gaze.
The Lasso of Truth revealed its brand new form.
“No, this…”
Before she could finish speaking, the lightning wrapped around the robbers like living creatures, but strangely, it caused no harm. On the contrary, the shocked robbers let out contented moans.
“Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” one of the robbers begged with tears streaming down his face, “This feeling is so divine! I’m being purified, I truly feel my sinfulness!”
“Ask me anything! I’ll answer everything! I want to clear my sins!” One by one, the robbers seemed to turn into penitents, prostrating themselves on the ground, begging for forgiveness.
“…”
Wonder Woman had nothing specific to ask criminals whose guilt was clear. She was more concerned about her equipment, so she quickly retracted the Lasso of Truth and used it as a whip, smashing it to the side.
Countless lightning bolts surged.
They were also praising Ian.
However.
Wonder Woman could clearly perceive the power contained within these lightning bolts.
“Power specifically targeting deities?”
At this moment.
Wonder Woman seemed to have a slight realization.
【 Assemble. 】
It was another text from Superman at this moment. The newly updated Wonder Woman looked in the direction of Metropolis. Superman hovered in the sky, holding a mobile phone.
His gaze was directed at Gotham.
“Can’t contact Batman…”
Clark’s eyes scanned Gotham everywhere. He still couldn’t find the Batman who liked to play hide-and-seek, but he did see another scene.
Only.
Inside the isolation chamber of the Gotham City Research Institute.
Barry Allen was staring blankly at the electronic clock on the wall. Since the major event last night, Batman hadn’t found the cause of the abnormality in him.
Instead, he insisted on him undergoing this isolation observation.
Barry Allen, who trusted Batman, did not refuse. Who would have thought that he would be dazed there for a whole night and half a day, and Batman never returned after leaving.
“Good thing there’s still free food here,” Barry Allen sighed and walked to the glass window. He was about to eat lunch when he saw something moving outside.
“Is that you? Bruce?”
Barry Allen asked tentatively.
Suddenly, the emergency lights outside the isolation chamber flickered.
Barry frowned alertly, the Speed Force trembling slightly in his veins. The next moment, a figure in a Reverse-Flash costume appeared at the console.
The opponent’s fingers flew across the keyboard.
“Reverse-Flash!”
Barry subconsciously took half a step back. Then, with a “hiss,” the isolation chamber door slid open. The yellow speedster looked up, and a familiar sneer came from beneath the crimson mask.
“Run, Flash.”
Reverse-Flash’s voice carried an unusual urgency.
Before he finished speaking, the yellow lightning had vanished into the corridor outside. Barry had almost no time to think; the Speed Force instinctively surged through every part of his body.
“Sear~”
The Flash also turned into a lightning bolt and pursued.
Passing through three security doors.
The two in pursuit appeared on the ground.
Reverse-Flash stopped in front of the chaotic street, while the Flash was stunned by the abnormality in the sky. In Gotham’s previously gray sky, a giant door was floating uncertainly like a mirage.
“Did you do this?” Barry’s voice trembled with anger.
He threw a punch.
The speed was extreme.
However, Reverse-Flash easily dodged to the side, and with a backhand elbow strike, he sent Barry flying. His speed had increased far too much; the Flash found he couldn’t even track him when his Speed Force was activated.
“This is what you caused! To gain greater speed!” Barry was repeatedly knocked down, got up, and was knocked down again, his red uniform leaving long streaks on the concrete ground.
He still resolutely intended to fight back.
However.
The yellow boot then stepped onto his chest.
“It has nothing to do with me, and besides, this is not the history I’m familiar with. Last night, Lois should have died.” Reverse-Flash looked up at the sky.
In his incredibly deep voice, his tone was unusually solemn.
Barry struggled to get up, but the boot on his chest felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. He could feel Reverse-Flash’s emotions were very chaotic, lost like a lighthouse in a storm.
“Lois is alive and well! Without you! This world would be fine too! Why can’t you stay in your own time!” Barry angrily questioned.
The words seemed to flip a switch. Reverse-Flash suddenly became enraged, the energy in his crimson eyes almost bursting out. He bent down, grabbed Barry by the collar, and lifted him up.
“Do you think I don’t want to?! You should have learned how to time travel long ago! But you didn’t!” Reverse-Flash’s voice was furious, his face extremely distorted from the movement.
Barry was stunned by this sudden outburst. In his memory, Reverse-Flash was always calm, mocking, and in control. This out-of-control enemy made him feel like a stranger. But something even stranger happened. Reverse-Flash’s anger came and went as quickly as it appeared; he let go, even straightening Barry’s disheveled collar.
“Of course.” His tone was as calm as if he were discussing the weather, “From my recent findings, perhaps it’s not your fault. Some other factor is influencing you.”
Barry looked at his arch-nemesis’s transition from rage to calmness with bewilderment, as if two personalities were switching.
He was about to ask a question.
“Go find Batman.”
Reverse-Flash took two steps back.
The lightning patterns on his yellow uniform began to glow.
“Wait!” Barry reached out to grab him, “What do you know—”
The yellow lightning had already vanished at the end of the street, leaving behind only a dissipating trail of afterimages and a voice drifting in the wind: “This time, we’re actually on the same side.”
On the chaotic street.
Barry still hadn’t been able to process what had happened.
He was always like this.
His Speed Force brain wasn’t as useful as a Super Brain.
“Is Reverse-Flash panicking?” This was the only thing Barry realized. The pain in his chest reminded him that everything that had just happened was not an illusion. He looked up at the Heaven’s Gate, which was becoming clearer.
“No matter what’s happening, Bruce will know.” Muttering to himself, Barry Allen was about to start running, but then he saw a figure slowly descending.
Yes.
Superman. Clark Kent descended from the sky, and the moment his red boots touched the ground, the entire street trembled. The Penguin’s gang and Two-Face’s henchmen, who were fighting, simultaneously stopped their actions.
Like comedic actors on pause.
“Bruce is not at his mansion.”
Superman spoke directly.
He ignored the villains who were quietly slipping away, just as he had let Reverse-Flash leave. At this moment, only the increasingly clear Heaven’s Gate seemed to be the crisis that needed the highest priority.
“How did you know what I was thinking?” Barry was astonished. He had indeed intended to go to the mansion to find someone and hadn’t expected Clark to appear so coincidentally.
“I can hear it.”
Superman replied calmly.
Upon hearing this.
Barry’s expression shifted from astonishment to horror.
“Super hearing can hear thoughts? Is that science?”
He was deeply shocked.
Superman did not explain; his gaze remained fixed on the sky.
“We need to resolve this problem.” Clark’s voice was unusually grave. There was no other way; he had actually seen an angel and knew how unconquerable angels were.
“If Bruce isn’t home, where is he?” Barry followed Superman’s gaze upward but only saw the distorted gate, unable to clearly see the scene in front of it.
“He’s in the sky.”
Superman’s eyes reflected a sight invisible to ordinary people—tens of thousands of meters up, Bruce, who had appeared from some unknown corner, was piloting a special Batmobile to crash into Heaven’s Gate.
To be honest.
Clark didn’t know how Batman had managed to get there.
He only knew.
His old friend, whom he really wanted to wring the neck of, seemed to have gone mad.
He was actually trying to cooperate with Ian.
To charge into Heaven together.
