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The already sickly-looking "stars" suddenly drew closer, revealing their true form—angels. Countless tiny silver lights cascaded down like stars.
Thousands upon thousands of angels.
Like silver leaves swept away by a storm. Their wings were charred and torn, burning as they fell, leaving long trails of light and flame, like a reverse meteor shower.
That fire.
It is the self-collapse of divinity after it has been corrupted.
Some angels maintained a sacred posture, arms crossed over their chests, faces serene, as if still in prayer.
Others struggled frantically, their faces contorted and their eyes vacant and lifeless. They were no longer messengers of light, but had become part of the mortal world amidst a wail that was incomprehensible and even unbearable to ordinary people.
This is a drop in rank.
No matter how.
The holiness of all angels.
They all peeled away piece by piece during the process of falling from heaven.
They fell to earth.
on the ground.
An eerie silence fell over the onlookers.
No one screamed, no one ran; they simply looked up, their pupils reflecting this sacred catastrophe. A child reached out and caught a falling feather. The moment it touched his skin, it shattered into tiny specks of light and vanished without a trace. At that moment, the church bells rang by themselves, unspoken.
Each sound grew more urgent than the last.
It's like playing a mournful accompaniment for a fallen angel.
on the ground.
Superheroes and countless others witnessed angels, but this was not a miracle, nor perhaps a war or disaster—it was a funeral for faith.
At the same moment the angels collectively fell, the Gates of Heaven themselves finally gave way. Trembling, the Gates of Heaven tilted, and the entire colossal gate began to plummet madly from the sky to the ground.
"Dad! Come on! Think about the bond! Think about us eating braised Batman tonight!" Ian knew he couldn't open this door, so he pinned his hopes on his real backer, his stellar eyes already replenishing their mana.
"?????"
Batman glanced at Ian several times.
He ultimately remained silent.
"Open the door!"
Superman roared, his arm muscles bulging, his whole body straining, his knuckles even turning white, and finally, at this moment, he forcefully pried open a gap in the door.
"Quick! Go inside!"
Superman's eyes were red and cold sweat was seeping from his forehead.
He was on the verge of collapse. The next second, Batman decisively grabbed Ian by the collar and shoved him into the newly opened gap without hesitation!
The instant Ian disappeared behind the door.
Superman gave up when he was exhausted.
The filthy door slammed shut again. Having lost its last shimmering divine light, the door plummeted, carrying Superman and Batman like meteorites crashing to the earth.
"No! Clark! Wake up! Wake up!" Batman can plan many things, but he still couldn't escape the crisis brought about by this sudden and unexpected disaster.
He deployed all his equipment.
Even that couldn't stop the door from falling.
The wind whistled in my ears.
The air currents tore at his body.
The ground rapidly enlarged.
It felt as if the whole world was rushing towards us.
"Catch them!"
The Flash accelerated instantly, hurtling downwards.
"I'm here to help!"
Wonder Woman takes to the air.
Prepare to use the Lasso of Truth to slow their descent.
The superheroes got busy, while the angels fell to earth one after another. Their divine bodies were corroded by some kind of black substance, and after crashing into the earth, they splashed up countless stones and dust.
An indescribable black mist was surging and spreading.
Among the buildings that could not be taken away, the spire of the East Wing Church was smashed through by a fallen angel, and the cross collapsed in the dust. The pollution brought by the angel began to spread rapidly.
They were once the guardians of heaven.
A divine light shone upon all realms. Now, black matter surged from their bodies, spreading like a living thing, like a writhing shadow constantly searching for something on the ground.
"No!"
Amanadir tumbled heavily into an alleyway in the eastern part of the city.
His wings were half intact and half contaminated, which still gave him the strength to lie on the ground and raise his hand with great difficulty to control the contamination emanating from his body.
The pollution that had penetrated deep into the material world on the ground began to boil.
Amanadir was once one of the archangels, but now he is covered in charred soot, his wings are torn, and only a faint light remains in his eyes as he fights with all his might against some indescribable force in his final battle.
however.
He was panting, his consciousness fading, and his gaze wandered as he saw a figure slowly approaching. The man wore a well-tailored suit, his tie impeccably tied, and a disturbing smile played on his lips. His face was painted with pale camouflage, and exaggerated red lips were drawn around his eyes, making him look like a madman who had escaped from a circus.
This city should have been deserted by now.
A person actually appeared.
Good afternoon, angel.
The man in the suit bowed solemnly, and before Amanadir could react, he pulled out a spiked club from behind his back and struck Amanadir squarely on the head.
Perhaps it was two blows to the head.
It could also be a thirty-year-old blow to the head.
Amanadir had no time to react.
Suddenly everything went black.
Passed out.
"Welcome to Gotham." The man in the suit put on gloves, grabbed Amanadir's non-mutated foot, and slowly walked toward a shadowy area.
behind him.
More angels are still falling.
The angels' last divine glow.
The flames that consumed divinity.
Intertwined.
It illuminated the entire crazy city.
the other side.
The Justice League rescued the unconscious Superman and the panting Batman.
“He’s still alive!” Barry knelt on the shallows, his fingers pressed against Superman’s neck. The Kryptonian’s skin was frighteningly hot, and the edge of the “S” logo on his chest was charred and curled.
It looked as if it had been burned by some kind of force.
Steel skeletons landed beside them, and robotic arms deployed scanners.
“Vital signs are stable, but there is residual unknown energy in the body.” His electronic eyes flickered, his tone tinged with uncertainty. “It looks like radiation from Heaven?”
If it really is radiation from heaven.
He felt that heaven was probably far more terrifying than the epicenter of a nuclear explosion.
"That was the light from heaven burning his chest, nothing serious." Batman's figure emerged from the smoke. His cape was burned through several large holes, and the left side of his mask was completely shattered, revealing a bruised eye socket. He walked slowly, each step leaving bloody footprints on the sand.
"Fortunately, the pollution from Heaven's Gate hasn't spread to you."
Bruce's voice was terribly hoarse.
He pointed to the Gates of Heaven, half-buried in the mud not far away.
The once-glorious gate is now covered with black veins, and the filth flows on the surface, but strangely it does not spread outwards, as if it is imprisoned by some kind of boundary.
In this regard.
Batman seemed lost in thought.
The Flash suddenly looked up: "Wait, where's Ian? You really threw him into heaven?"
“Yes, this is the solution I believe is most suitable.” Batman nodded, a simple gesture that caused him to cough up blood. “Only he can withstand the light of Heaven.”
Hear the words.
Wonder Woman was stunned.
"I won't even discuss whether he's a good person or not. Just the fact that he has a demon's head hanging from his backside—how could he bring something like that into heaven?"
Wonder Woman is incredible.
About this question.
Batman did not answer.
He drew the dagger from beneath his arm armor and walked toward the burning city. In the distance, corrupted angels were writhing and rising from the ruins, their wings stuck together like oil-soaked raven feathers.
"I bet there are no security checks in Heaven, so maybe you can smuggle yourself in." Aquaman hoisted the unconscious Superman onto his shoulder and twirled the trident he had summoned back in his other hand.
Cyborg deploys his shoulder cannon, and Wonder Woman draws Vulcan's sword.
The group silently followed the staggering black figure. Behind them, inside the murky gate, Ian, who had been thrown into heaven, slowly opened his eyes.
"Squeak~"