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"no problem!"
Ian has always treated his friends well.
He readily agreed.
"..."
Superman hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.
"Or should we talk about what happened to Batman?"
He changed the subject, not wanting to discuss Ian's work, because when he recently did some good deeds, people had started asking him if he had really fallen in love with an older woman.
"I'll just take you there directly." The Flash was clearly a bit taken advantage of. He glanced at the angels gathered together but didn't mention the extraterrestrial pollution.
The main concern is that there might be fallen angels mixed in among the angels. Paranoia is a phase that every superhero goes through, especially Barry Allen, who is persecuted by other speedsters every year. He even worries that if he exposes his corruption, he and Iris will be eliminated by Heaven as a threat.
Angels in movies always do things like that, so it's no wonder that The Flash has such a stereotype.
"Alright, alright, take us to rescue my Uncle Batman, and then I can continue to take advantage of his kindness." Honest Ian revealed his simple and honest thoughts.
Superman glanced at him several times upon hearing this, but did not criticize or lecture him.
"Where is he?"
Clark looked around but couldn't find Bruce in Gotham—the guy was so well hidden that even if he mutated into Bat Doomsday, no one would find him.
"Um, it should be here."
The Flash pointed directly to the ground below the church, suspecting that Batman activated the base because there was a little boy above it proclaiming cult culture.
"An underground base, huh?" Superman immediately frowned and looked down into the ground. His X-ray vision penetrated through layers of soil, but he found nothing unusual. He had no idea what kind of isolation measures Bruce had strengthened.
"I'll take you there myself. Hopefully, the door hasn't automatically sealed shut." The Flash noticed Superman's confusion, sighed, and golden arcs of the Speed Force crackled around him.
Superman is getting ready to catch up.
Ian quickly turned to his general manager, Madison, and instructed, "Take good care of these important assets of Ian's Greatest Tech Group! Buy them some takeout!"
"Buy more, we need to eat organic food, lest my assets get poisoned! Who knows if the angels who have lost their power can tolerate America's current pesticide technology."
Ian pulled a wad of cash from his pocket and handed it to Madison.
Indeed, the share is quite large.
"Lead the way." Superman glanced at the amount that seemed to be equivalent to several years of his salary, then looked back at it several more times before following the Flash.
Ian is the same.
The Flash has slowed down to a point where he can easily catch up with him.
"Uncle Flash, please don't die. If it really comes to it, let me beg my suitor to spare your life. If you die, what will you do about the more than nine million yuan you owe me?"
"After you die, you can't go to heaven or hell. You have to go to the Speed Force to pay off your debts... I have a hard time contacting you." Ian's voice, growing increasingly distant, came from outside the church.
After Ian left.
Madison immediately pulled out her phone and opened the food delivery app, only to find that all the shops in Gotham at night were marked "closed." Without hesitation, she swiped her phone to switch to the Metropolitan area.
"Gotham has just experienced a major event and is a chaotic city, but it's different in Metropolis. We have people delivering takeout at midnight."
Madison has regional pride.
She spent a lot of money ordering a bunch of takeout from the metropolis, and because it involved many different shops, the bill was a bit messy. The math stuff really touched on this delinquent girl's blind spots.
She did a lot of calculations.
None of them were able to figure it out clearly.
"Um, Miss Madison?"
An angel cautiously approached and began to instruct Madison on how to keep accounts. Although the angels were illiterate, they had no problem with basic math.
"Not bad, not bad, your math is really good, you're half as good as Ian." This was Madison's usual way of praising people. The angel chuckled a few times, not daring to claim that he could sit down and discuss mathematics with several truly great mathematicians. Just as Madison, under the angel's guidance, was frantically starting to keep accurate accounts...
The church doors were suddenly flung open by a blinding white light.
"What are you doing here?" His voice made the temperature in the entire church drop sharply. Michael walked in with a gloomy face, his handsome features filled with displeasure.
"Your honor!"
The angels were immediately excited.
They finally saw the familiar archangel. So, while flattering Michael, the angels chattered on about how the archangel Ian had arranged their path of atonement.
They all started explaining Ian's "salvation plan," and the more they talked, the uglier Michael's face became. The archangel could hardly believe his ears.
He was delayed for a while because of other things.
who ever thought.
Heaven is being hollowed out!
"You fools! All of you, come here!" Michael roared, turning and heading towards the door. He wanted to hide the angels back in Heaven before the evil spirits discovered them.
Even if it goes against God's original will.
however.
It's certainly better than the angels being completely fooled. Michael doesn't want to see the angels working on Earth; that would be a disgrace to Heaven.
It made him feel angry.
They walked all the way to the place where the gates of heaven had fallen.
Not far from the church.
"Halt! This area is sealed off!" Wayne Technologies' security personnel immediately surrounded him, all sorts of high-tech weapons aimed at him. Michael merely glanced at them coldly, and all the security personnel collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Those protective devices were also reduced to ashes in an instant.
This is why the will of the archangel is enough to easily rewrite reality.
Even if one cannot exert all their power in the human world.
Michael easily broke through all the defenses, but when he arrived at the fallen gates of heaven, an unexpected event occurred—an unexpected event that was completely unexpected by Michael.
"Click~"
Michael reached out and pushed the door, but it wouldn't budge. The angels followed behind him, waiting anxiously. Michael, feeling a little embarrassed, pushed harder.
The door remained unresponsive.
"What's going on?" Michael began to radiate a dazzling glory, attempting to forcefully open the gates of Heaven. But something even more terrifying happened—the glory on his body was rapidly fading.
It vanished completely in the blink of an eye!
The angels were dumbfounded.
"Your Holiness Michael, do you also wish to atone for your sins?"
The angels stared in disbelief at the archangel before them. They could clearly feel the archangel's glory fading, just as their own glory had faded.
Hear the words.
Michael remained silent.
He looked utterly astonished.
His eyes were filled with disbelief.
"No! Impossible! I am an archangel! I am the Swordholder!"
He frantically pushed at the door, but still failed, and even his wings began to wither. Just as Michael roared to the sky, Madison squeezed out from the crowd and considerately handed him a document.
Michael, his eyes blazing with fury, looked down.
The document title clearly stated...
[Ian's Greatest Tech Group Angel Employment Contract]
This copy of "Ian's Labor Contract" was left by Ian for Madison, considering that angels might arrive after hearing the news. It is an extra ability that the magic book gained after consuming the Death Note.
now.
It has clearly found its place.
“I’ve read the Bible, I know you. Archangels are very powerful. I’ll make you the group leader, and you’ll get to spin the wheel of thanksgiving to Ian three more times a month than other angels.”
Madison began speaking to Michael in the same way Ian did, making empty promises.
The tone already contained three-tenths of the essence.
The air was rather quiet.
Countless other angels exclaimed with envy before the gates of Heaven.
Chapter 147 Warhammer Crisis! Ian Suffers a Sudden Illness!
Within the DC universe.
There is no fixed number regarding the number of archangels.
One theory suggests that there are seven archangels, each representing Monday through Sunday, and these archangels are also considered to be the angels of the seven planets.
However, there is no strong evidence to support this claim. The truth may be a secret that many ordinary angels do not know. The angels only know that there are four archangels who are the most active in the entire heaven.
They are the four archangels, led by Michael, who are the creators of Heaven. As the second most powerful being after God, Michael is recognized by many angels as the foremost being below God.
Its name means "one who resembles God".
The god in this context is naturally the supreme God. Because of this noble status, Michael has always held a unique position in Heaven, especially after he led the angels to defeat the rebellious Lucifer.
All the other archangels were inherently inferior to Michael, and were also much weaker in terms of power. Not only Michael, but all the angels never expected that Michael would one day lose his power.
"No! Impossible! There must be some mistake! Father! Father!" Michael ignored Madison's propaganda and shouted hoarsely at the sky.
His face was filled with disbelief, an inability to accept that he had lost his power. After all, as an archangel, his essential difference from other angels lay in the fact that he was like Lucifer.
They are all God's true children.
Suddenly abandoned by his father.
Even after living for countless years, Michael still found it hard to accept—which is understandable, since according to Ian, every archangel is actually a giant baby of heaven.
The giant baby in heaven, of course, could not accept that he had lost his father's love. Amidst the ruins, the gates of heaven lay crookedly embedded in the rubble, standing firm no matter how Michael called upon God.