Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 386 God's Chosen Champion, Heavenly Superman (IV)

Some people say that the world may look incredibly different to different people.

In the eyes of Superman, the wonders of the universe and the starry sky are vast, and the kings whose bodies are lying on the celestial bodies in the sky are indeed monsters that only exist in legends.

But in the eyes of the angel, the scene before him was too peaceful.

When hunting prey, hunters always hide their true identities, blend in with all other creatures, and try their best to avoid disturbing the prey so as not to alert it.

But this angel of power obviously did not have such an idea.

When God first created heaven, the angels born were divided into three levels: the highest level Seraphim, Cherubim and Thrones.

Next are the intermediate angels of the Lord, Power and Might.

The lower ones are powers, archangels, and angels.

Although he is only a lower-level angel of power, his existence has already surpassed the imagination of ordinary humans.

The power of its own existence alone is enough to ignore the celestial rays and flames being dragged along.

"I followed the traces left in the starry sky for three years before I finally found you,"

The wings behind the Angel of Power are empty, and it is suspended above a celestial body that is moving towards the earth at a constant speed, looking down.

"But I found that my gain may not only be you, but the world."

The Angel of Power, with a look of surprise on his face, landed and stepped on this celestial body filled with huge gullies, heading towards the center of this area.

The difficulties that once hindered Superman's progress had no effect in front of this angel of power, because it did not appear, as if it was also afraid of this angel representing the power of heaven.

"The seven-headed, ten-horned great red dragon? The six-winged holy seraph?"

The Archangel of Power stopped in front of the fallen bodies of the Red Dragon and the Angel, wanting to laugh at these imitations that looked like replicas of miracles that once existed.

Although he was only a lower-level angel, he knew very well what these characteristics meant.

The great red dragon with seven heads and ten horns described in the Book of Revelation symbolizes the coming of Satan, who will destroy the world and judge all living things, at the end of the world. However, even the miraculous being called "Satan" does not have such an attitude.

However, the angel of power did not utter the ridicule in his heart, because these dead creatures could also be called miracles, even if they did not meet the standards of this angel of power.

"What an incredible demon! I don't know where these monsters came from."

The Angel of Power looked at the super red dragon in front of him for a long time, then turned to look at the huge angel body.

Even though the angel in front of him behaved a little differently from what he knew, he still considered it to be of the same essence.

In the memory of the Archangel of Power, most of the angels fell from heaven, lost the way to return to heaven and remained in the mortal world of the multiverse, so it is normal for some changes to occur.

However, the highest-level Seraphim are all well-known in heaven, but he did not even recognize the Seraphim in front of him.

"It's very strange. I can't even recognize whose body this is."

The Angel of Power approached the body of the Seraph and crossed the line of death between the Super Red Dragon and the Angel.

A horrible thing happened in an instant. The huge Seraph God actually opened his eyes at this moment. He was ignorant and unconscious, but his huge hand directly pinched the approaching Archangel of Power in his palm.

The Angel of Power showed a look of shock, and the power surging in his body was completely restrained by the huge palm.

The divine power that the Angel of Power had been endowed with by the order of heaven since its birth was now unable to obey the call of its master. The body of the Angel of Power was instantly crushed and turned into a ball of almost pure light.

But invisible waves appeared in the air, and the head of the "beast" slowly flew out from the hidden space. Countless rays of particles in its body twisted, and the gravity field that extracted and restrained the light was released in the body of the beast.

The beast's movements seemed to cause a reaction in the body of the dead dragon. The huge iron claws of the red dragon surrounded by countless flames that were inserted into the chest of the Seraphim God vibrated slightly, defeating the reaction of the Seraphim God's body.

The ball of pure light trapped in the palm of Seraphim quickly broke away from his hand and fell in front of the body of the Super Red Dragon. It looked at the Seraphim who had regained his composure in shock.

The Angel of Power only felt that the power and essence in his body, and even some things about the rules of the multiverse contained in the creation of his soul, were forcibly extracted by the Seraph.

The Power Angel, who was originally in a superior position to the lower-level angels, now feels that he is no different from an ordinary angel.

"Damn it, this is a fallen demon,"

The Angel of Power could not help but spit and cursed, saying that the essence of angels and many demons are the same, and many demons are transformed from angels. The difference between the two is only a matter of thought.

"Oh, then you will face the real devil next,"

The beast smiled softly.

snap,

The huge body of the red dragon suddenly shook, and the fang-like claws on its huge wings fell down, directly splitting the newly condensed body of the Angel of Power into two halves. The wings hanging from the sky covered the broken body of the Angel of Power, and deathly silence returned to the world.

"Half on each side. Well, the Seraph has the advantage. He got a little more, which can help him transform faster. But the Emperor and the Kings combined can transform faster than the angel, so the angel still doesn't have the advantage."

The beast floated lazily in the air, swimming back and forth in front of the huge red dragon's body.

"Hey, this job is so hard, it would be nice if I could sleep all the time."

Gulp, gulp, as the beast muttered to itself, the flames and rays surrounding the red dragon's body had already been faintly stained with traces of the angel of power's light.

The flow of energy surged and spit out in the huge magic circle, connecting the bodies of the dragons and the kings together. Some of the indelible scars on the bodies of these monsters showed signs of gradually healing.

At the moment of the fallen angel of power's death, a soft "Huh" was suddenly heard from a world infinitely far away from this universe.

A man wearing a neat suit, with a mature and handsome face but a hint of evil and rogueness, mingles among the lights and wine. The lustful men around him and the women who hide their agitation are all blessed with a beautiful filter under the dim light.

The man pulled out his cell phone in the noisy bar and made a call.

A lazy voice came from the other end of the phone, like the voice that a succubus instinctively makes to seduce people.

"What's wrong, Boss? You found me in your busy schedule."

The seductive voice said so, and the voice alone was enough to make people imagine the image of a hot and voluptuous beautiful woman in their minds.

"I think I found it,"

"What did you find, boss? Don't keep asking me riddles. You should know that you are nearly omnipotent, and I am just a nobody. Just because you know something doesn't mean I can know it."

The lazy voice said this to his boss nonchalantly.

A meaningful smile appeared on the man's evil and tough face. "My world, the unfinished world I once created." "That wizard deceived me and used the rules to replace the universe I created and stole it from me!"

The man's voice was not hidden, but rather very open, like a mentally ill patient who did not care about the world's views.

The people nearby heard the man's words and laughed in low voices: "Shit wizard, shit creator of the world, I'm still the god who controls everything."

The man didn't care about the ridicule of mortals, just as humans don't care about ants.

Because he is Lucifer, the king of fallen angels, the lord of the underworld, and one of the most powerful creators in the multiverse.

He is also the Son of God.

Countless years ago, the ultimate first cause of the multiverse, the Supreme God, created the multiverse and the rules of all things.

As one of the first angels created by the Supreme God, Lucifer can be largely regarded as the incarnation of the Supreme God.

Therefore, Lucifer not only inherited half of the power of the Supreme God, but was also almost truly omniscient and omnipotent, transcending all concepts, rules, and definitions of the entire multiverse.

Normal standards of strength and weakness are meaningless in front of this Lord of the Underworld.

Because he was dissatisfied with the angelic personality that the Supreme God had given him, he led a group of angels to raise the banner of rebellion in the northern border of the Supreme Heaven.

After days and nights of fierce fighting, Lucifer finally lost his most powerful artifact, the "Seven Evil Swords" that could harm the Supreme God.
He was defeated by his brother Michael, who was holding the artifact bestowed upon this archangel by the Most High God - the Spear of Victory, later called the Spear of Michael, and was cast down to the highest heaven along with other rebellious angels and exiled into nothingness.

After falling for countless days and nights, he finally landed in hell and became the lord of the underworld who controls hell.

In this multiverse, only Lucifer and Michael are called the kings of angels.

But even Archangel Michael, who possesses the 'power of creation' of the Supreme God and is known as the strongest angel and represents the power of the Supreme God, cannot create his own world outside the multiverse created by the Supreme God.

But Lucifer, the king of fallen angels who represented the beliefs and will of the Supreme God, was able to create another multiverse outside the multiverse created by the Supreme God, formulate his own cosmic laws, and build his own paradise.

But even such a powerful King of Fallen Angels cannot create things out of thin air.

Because his abilities were flawed, they were shackles that the Supreme God injected into this angel king when he bestowed essential power.

That's why the King of Fallen Angels was deceived by the wizard and replaced the universe he created.

The ridicule of mortals was not worth mentioning in the eyes of the fallen angel king, and he completely ignored the ridicule.

"Because it is a world created by the influence of belief and will, it can be vaguely perceived by my heart."

Lucifer held the phone, but his eyes were wandering among the crowd.

"I even sensed in that brief moment that my authority was wavering slightly. Perhaps it was my Seven Evil Swords that was wavering, but something very interesting must be happening in that world. You should immediately send people to find the world hidden in the corner of the multiverse by the wizard."

"Boss, who can shake your authority? You are the ultimate factor of arrogance in the multiverse, representing the symbol of the highest arrogance."

Lazy described it in an exaggerated tone: "That is the ultimate power given to you by the boss's father. Who can shake your authority? Maybe it's just some poor creatures who accidentally touched the rules."

"Those pathetic creatures don't even know what arrogance is,"

"Besides, I'm just a nobody. Boss, you can't even find that world. Do you expect us, your weak and helpless subordinates, to help you do this?"

"Hey, I'm so weak, boss. You should give me more strength so that I can serve you better."

Lucifer frowned helplessly and muttered, "Alright, alright, I have something important to do. Go and help me with this matter, and I will think about it carefully."

Lucifer hung up the phone and walked towards the target he had already targeted in the crowd.

She was a tall blonde, talking in a low voice to her companion, her eyes wandering over the men around her.

Lucifer walked through the crowd and stopped behind the blonde. He took out a few warm US dollars from his arms and then stuffed the US dollars in his hand into the blonde's drooping hand.

The blonde felt her hand being held and turned in surprise to look at the tough and evil man in front of her.

"Oh, baby, please bring a few bottles of beer to my table, thank you!" Lucifer decisively withdrew his hand, then turned around and left in a cool manner.

The blonde was stunned for a moment, then with a hint of anger on her face, she chased after Lucifer's back.

"Excuse me, excuse me," the blonde called out, holding up the US dollars in her hand.

Lucifer turned his head and said with a smile: "It's also OK to put a lemon slice in the bottle mouth."

The blonde finally couldn't help but swear, "Hey, asshole, I'm not a waiter here!"

Lucifer saw that the blonde had already left her companions at a considerable distance, and finally turned around, saying in surprise, "Wow,"

"I'm so sorry, you..."

"I'm really embarrassed now,"

The blonde slapped the US dollars on Lucifer's hand and said with a little anger: "Be more careful next time." Then she turned around and wanted to leave.

But Lucifer's hand grasped the girl's, and she turned to look at the man.

Lucifer looked at the girl with a sincere look and said, "Actually, I know you are not a waiter."

"You knew?" The anger disappeared from the blonde's face.

"How else can I lead you away from those guys?" Lucifer smiled with a teasing look in his eyes.

……

Superman's return to the Justice League is like a banner, awakening all the former superheroes and bringing them back.

But Superman, who has never used his super brain much, is now thinking more than ever before.

Whenever Superman was alone, he would think of his conversation with the Emperor of Gogmora.

It has to be said that sometimes a clear-cut idea does have an irresistible appeal, especially when Superman is facing an increasingly complex situation on Earth, the words of Emperor Gogmora seem even more correct.

Da da da,
The sound of boots tapping the floor was heard, and the princess of Paradise Island strode over heroically, stopping beside Superman who was standing in front of the French window in deep thought.

"Clark, Mag's trace has been found."

Superman looked up, and the flicker in his eyes returned to calm.

(End of this chapter)