American comic book: My Father is Superman, am I just an NPC?

Chapter 140 The Clown! The Angel! Ian!

The gates of heaven floated slowly in the clouds.

It is becoming clearer and clearer.

It felt as if they were about to fall into the real world at any moment. Thick black mist seeped from the filthy door frame, and Superman could clearly see his youngest son gasping for air in the mist.

Then, as if he were nauseous, he vomited it all out—as for Batman, he was driving the strangely shaped Batmobile, which looked like it had angel wings, crashing into the door.

He looked even crazier than Ian, who tried to pry open the gates of Heaven with his bare hands. Superman didn't know how to comment on it either, and his gaze turned to the "stars" surrounding the gates of Heaven.

In his eyes.

The "stars" surrounding the door were becoming clearer and clearer—each one was a curled-up angel, their decaying wings covering their bodies.

Like some kind of terrifying cocoon. They were almost all suspended at the boundary between reality and heaven, like stars infected by some unknown virus, shimmering with a morbid light in the darkness.

“I think this shouldn’t just be a dirty disease.”

Clark frowned, his eyes filled with unease and doubt.

Those angels were weak and confused, as if they had let down all their defenses. He could even hear their inner voices, which were filled with pain and despair.

Superman didn't dare listen any longer.

He was afraid that he would also be affected by this emotion.

While Superman was still pondering how to deal with these fallen angels...

"Clark! What's wrong with your hearing?"

Wonder Woman's voice came from behind.

She strode over, pulling on the lasso of truth, the other end of which was bound to seven or eight dancing criminals who were chanting a bizarre hymn praising the Emperor of All Laws.

These are all criminals that Wonder Woman apprehended after arriving in Gotham.

The criminals in Gotham are far more evil than those in New York. While ordinary criminals in New York only want to hoard food from their neighbors, these doomsday revelers are clearly more pragmatic.

They wanted to gather their neighbors together as food.

Absolutely explosive.

"Diana, you've come."

Barry Allen, the Flash, nodded in agreement: "Yeah, I knew something was off. It's one thing to disregard science, but at least make some sense! How can ears read minds?"

His tone was filled with the same disbelief as Wonder Woman's. It wasn't so much that he felt his privacy had been violated, but rather that he felt this ability went beyond the realm of cheating.

Everyone knows that Kryptonians use cheats.

However, when cheating reaches an unreasonable level, it can be quite frustrating.

"Perhaps the voice of the heart is also a voice?" Aquaman Arthur's voice suddenly rang out, and Wonder Woman and Diana immediately looked towards the distance, where Aquaman Arthur was driving a water truck to the group.

The water truck was completely full of water, showing that Aquaman Arthur had indeed developed a fear of insufficient firepower after being knocked out last time he went out.

of course.

It's also possible that he was worried about getting injured and being put back into the fish tank, so he prepared a saltwater fish tank to prevent someone from putting him in the tank and pouring a lethal amount of salt into it.

"Is the voice of the heart also a voice?"

This statement left both Wonder Woman and The Flash speechless.

In this regard.

Superman offered no explanation.

His gaze pierced through the clouds and locked onto Batman's vehicle. He could hear the crashing of Batman into the Gates of Heaven, but he still couldn't understand how Batman was able to get close to the Gates of Heaven.

"How did Bruce manage that? Is it because I don't qualify to enter Heaven after death, while he does?" Clark's mutterings were filled with suspicion. He was clearly somewhat insecure after his previous attempts to wander aimlessly in the sky, unable to approach the gates of Heaven or the angels.

Even when flying into space, Clark could not get close to that area. It seemed to exist in some kind of interlayer, and after flying into space, one had to look down to see the gate and the angels.

"What a joke! If you don't deserve to go to Heaven, then who does?" The Flash firmly refuted Superman's whisper, despite his blind trust in him.

Wonder Woman nodded in agreement.

"Superman thinks Batman can go to heaven, that's the funniest joke of the year." Wonder Woman has many complaints about Batman, but her focus on this point is not mixed with any personal feelings.

As a foreigner with a deep understanding of America's history and culture, Wonder Woman knows very well that as long as the world remains peaceful, people will never see America's capitalists in heaven.

But Batman happens to be one of America's biggest capitalists.

“I think Bruce used some special methods.” The Flash, Barry Allen, was the most educated person present, and he made the most plausible guess.

The steel skeleton flying in from afar shared the same idea as him.

“Yes, that’s it.” A streak of silver light flashed across the sky, and Cyborg landed carrying two criminals foaming at the mouth. With his mechanical arm extended, he tossed the unconscious thugs into the back of a police car parked by the roadside.

"It's possible that Batman detected the special frequency of the angels' presence and simulated some kind of mimicry signal, causing Heaven's Gate to mistakenly believe that his chariot was an angel." Cyborg's eyes kept scanning the sky, trying to find the useful parts from countless erroneous data and information.

"Is this okay?"

Aquaman was dumbfounded.

"He is, after all, Batman."

Steelbone responded succinctly.

Very reasonable.

Wonder Woman chuckled and covered her forehead upon hearing this, "We have the amazing Batman, the unreasonable Superman, and Superman's wicked son."

"Are we guaranteed to win?"

Her tone carried a slightly indescribable emotion. The female warrior couldn't help but look at her Mantra Lasso again, wondering if the so-called God-Slaying Whip mode could actually hit an angel.

"That's an angel..."

Aquaman chuckled dryly a few times.

The information is insufficient.

The same goes for The Flash.

None of the Justice League members knew the Angels' fighting strength.

and so.

I felt very uncertain.

"Could you help us simulate that signal as well? I think we'd better keep the crisis out of Earth." Clark was actually quite wary of the angels.

However, he's the kind of person who, whether he can win or not, will always try to fight.

"The technology I possess comes from Apokolips, not Angel Planet, and I don't have Bruce's extraordinary brain." Cyborg shook his head, his tone tinged with helplessness.

“Actually, even with all the technology I possess, Bruce uses it better than I, the original owner.” His voice was somewhat wistful, carrying a hint of frustration, like discovering that one’s wife is more radiant in someone else’s hands.

Everyone heard this.

They all wore the same wry smile that Ian could never seem to learn.

A series of explosions could be heard in the distance.

A mushroom cloud rose from the oil tank area at the Port of Gotham.

"Jiejiejiejie~"

Green fireworks, used by a book-loving criminal, burst forth amidst thick smoke.

Several thugs with pale makeup rode modified motorcycles onto the main street, their stomachs covered with twenty-four silicone fake abs, and dragging large speakers and fluorescent banners with clown logos behind them.

They are the Joker's followers.

"Bruce doesn't care about his city anymore?" Aquaman frowned, swung his trident, and a fire hydrant by the roadside suddenly burst, the jet of water knocking the motorcycle convoy off their feet.

He looked into the distance.

A familiar shrill laugh echoed from the direction of Arkham Asylum, indicating that some mental patients had taken the opportunity to escape. Poison Ivy's red hair appeared and disappeared between the buildings, and wherever she passed, the steel and concrete were torn apart by the rampant growth of plants.

“Classic Gotham-style madness.” Cyborg sighed, his shoulder cannon automatically targeting a few guys who were partying in a bank vault, trying to create the most spectacular bonfire with real US dollars.

The Flash transforms into a red whirlwind, weaving through the streets.

Wherever they went, the thugs' belts became knotted. But that was far from enough—escapees from the Hermon prison, Maroni family gunmen, and even the old Roman troops all took advantage of the chaos to pour out.

"Bruce wants to go to heaven."

Superman hovered in the Gotham night sky, his red cape fluttering in the wind. His superhuman hearing caught the chaos of the entire city—explosions, screams, maniacal laughter, and… a strange, almost religious, collective chanting. It was the demons waiting for their chance, attempting to use their followers to descend upon the earth amidst this chaos.

Clark frowned, his gaze sweeping across the street.

The Penguin stood on the roof of the Iceberg Club, directing his men to launch fireworks into the sky. Each exploding firework spelled out the words "Welcome to the Apocalypse".

God knows how he was able to expel these "traitorous" fireworks so quickly in such a short time.

"too messy."

Superman knew that to fight external enemies, one must first secure internal stability.

He had calculated the trajectory of the falling angels, and the city would ultimately suffer, so he had to ensure that no internal factors would interfere with the Justice League before then.

In the next instant, Superman vanished from his spot. His speed far surpassed that of the significantly weakened Flash. The criminals didn't even see the blue afterimage before their hands and feet were tightly bound, and they were thrown into the prison like sandbags. Superman even had time to reinforce the prison.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!—"

The criminals were brought to justice almost immediately.

The criminals in Gotham experienced what the criminals in Metropolis felt.

"Superman, get out of Gotham! Superman isn't welcome here! Have you ever even played a game?! Level 100 isn't allowed in the newbie village!" A gangster, bound like a dumpling, struggled and roared.

“Exactly! Let Batman come if he dare!” another criminal chimed in, his tone equally indignant. “We only accept beatings from Gotham’s local superheroes!”

Isn't this also a form of regional discrimination?

Superman: "..."

He took a deep breath, too lazy to explain, grabbed the group, and tossed them through the gates of Blackgate Prison with the precision of a bowling ball. Other superheroes were doing the same thing.

Cyborg Victor Stone used his technological abilities to remotely control drones, blocking several main streets while spraying powerful sleeping powder into the riotous neighborhood.

"Oh, I dreamt of my mother, and she ate my father with me." The riot lasted less than an hour, but it is destined to be recorded as a highly symbolic event in Gotham's history. The main reason was the unprecedented scale of the riots, but they were also quelled quickly.

Many criminals are not suited to this level of intensity.

"I want Batman! I want Batman!"

"Hey girl! You're going to rip my head off!"

"Get out of here, Flash! Flash's a supermodel now!"

……

Perhaps until old age.

These criminals also don't want to see any other superheroes besides Batman again. Of course, the superheroes are equally impressed by Gotham's criminals.

"Damn it! Now I understand why Batman is so cautious. These lunatics here not only bite, they also want to bite me!" Aquaman patted his crotch with lingering fear.

"..."

Wonder Woman, seeing Aquaman with bite marks on his crotch, knew she should play dumb. The city's criminals were cleared out, but Superman seemed to be still busy with other tasks.

"What is this doing?"

Aquaman watched Superman fly by with a "whoosh whoosh whoosh~" sound.

Somewhat confused.

"He's moving all of Gotham's residents to other cities." Wonder Woman's dynamic vision is much better than Aquaman's, but she can only make out Superman's blurry figure.

"Huhuhuhu~"

The Flash was following Superman, but he didn't have Superman's invincible stamina. After running back and forth thousands of times, he was panting and sweating.

"Can you stop rolling around like this? Does anyone even remember I'm a dying man?" The Flash complained, but after catching his breath, he continued working.

"Just to confirm, Gotham East has been cleared out..." The Flash's voice rang out in the Justice League's communication channel, a red blur flashing past the last few apartment buildings.

Even though he used a dump truck.

Even his efficiency can't compare to Superman's.

While the Flash was clearing out one area, Superman had already cleared out all the residents of the other areas—the dump truck was really no match for moving the houses along with the dump truck.

"Yes, I've already relocated all the residents here." Superman hovered above the city, his gaze sweeping across the empty streets, his X-ray vision penetrating into the underground of every area.

This was to ensure that no citizen was overlooked. The main reason was that Ian's warning messages were too unsettling; to prevent Gotham residents from being contaminated by the Angels' disease, he had no choice but to resort to this drastic measure.

By moving the house along with the property, the authorities could also alleviate some of their disaster relief pressure—on the way back to Gotham, Superman had already seen many officials respond immediately.

have to say.

America can be quite efficient at times; in fact, many banks have already partnered with government officials to launch "emergency relief" services for the public.

Even if the victims are left without money to buy food after being relocated, they can still receive a $950 disaster relief loan. Superman has no choice but to remain silent on this matter.

When the last batch of citizens were safely evacuated, the ghost town was eerily quiet, with only the low hum of the Gates of Heaven and the gloomy ruins under the chaotic sky.

"I hope everyone is prepared for the worst." Superman landed in front of his companions, his red cape billowing in the wind. "This is going to be a tough battle, and we need to make sure our families are settled beforehand."

Hear the words.

Everyone nodded.

Wonder Woman wiped the black slime off the Lasso of Truth.

"Where is your wife now? She's a restless reporter." She was clearly reminding Clark that simply placing Louise in a bomb shelter or something similar wasn't safe.

"Perhaps you could take Louise to Paradise Island."

Wonder Woman felt that her hometown should still be a relatively safe place. Since it was destroyed once before, Paradise Island is now much, much more hidden than before.

"Yes, I know, so I sent her to the safest place." Clark certainly knew Louise better than Wonder Woman, so he also took extremely careful precautions.

"The safest place?"

Steelbone was a little confused.

Is it deep underground?

He made a guess.

"It's the Arctic."

Clark explained why he wasn't worried about his wife using her journalistic talent to run around recklessly.

He turned to look into the distance, where Louise was probably in the monitoring room of Lonely Fortress, giving him the middle finger via satellite imagery.

"Where are your two sons? I was just about to ask if there are any rooms available in Lonely Fortress." Aquaman shook his wet blond hair, wanting to give his family a safe spot to relax in.

As soon as these words came out.

It's not just him.

Everyone noticed that Superman seemed to pause for a moment.

then.

The man calmly turned his head to look in another direction. His pupils reflected a scene unseen by others: the ruins of his new home.

The wind there carried the smell of scorched earth and burnt metal.

Amidst the charred ruins.

Jonathan and Jordan sat side by side on the scorched stone.

"Has Dad forgotten about us?" Jordan took a bite of the cold roast meat in his hand and looked up at the increasingly clear, murky giant gate in the sky.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Jonathan answered resolutely, taking a big bite of meat. After a busy night, both brothers were starving.

"He must have gone to deal with the anomaly in the sky. Mom's company said that Dad picked her up. It's probably just that Mom needs to get first-hand news materials."

Jonathan offered a reasonable explanation: after all, it's common for his mother to use this to obtain news material; in a superhero family, this is where the advantage of being a reporter lies.

Jordan pursed his lips, didn't refute further, and just stared blankly at the sky.

That door.

If it truly is the Gates of Heaven, it now looks more like some kind of festering wound, with black slime oozing from its edges, and the surrounding clouds twisted into unnatural vortices.

"It must be that God has a really bad bout of diarrhea."

Jordan came up with a brilliant idea.

"That thing is definitely not real heaven."

Jonathan shook his head, his tone resolute.

"How did you know?" Jordan glanced at him.

“Because Heaven couldn’t possibly be this disgusting!” Jonathan pointed to the sky. “This is definitely an alien conspiracy. They want to fake the fall of Heaven to shake our faith!”

This is a fairly reasonable conspiracy theory.

That's at least more believable than the story of God having diarrhea and the toilet getting clogged. However, Jordan scoffed at this, remaining steadfast in his opinion.

“You don’t understand. Ian said that God has dementia.” Jordan still mainly believed in the smartest person in the family and also remembered some conversations he had with Ian when they were kids fighting over the remote control.

Jonathan looked at his stubborn and faithless second brother and said earnestly, "You know, Alzheimer's disease is also something invented by God."

“He is the omnipotent Supreme Being. Even if this is truly the fall of Heaven, it must be because the angels committed some grave error, which is why God punished them.” As he spoke, he put down the roasted meat and solemnly took out a wooden box from his pocket. The box was opened, and inside were more than a dozen statues of gods neatly arranged.

Jesus, the Virgin Mary, Buddha, Shiva... there's even a mound of ramen noodles.

O Most High God, protect this land and do not let evil befall the innocent.

May the compassionate Buddha Shakyamuni illuminate all beings with his mercy and wisdom, bringing relief from suffering and cessation of fear.

【Great Sun God Ra, hear my prayer. May your light dispel this false shadow and save the earth from calamity.】

【Lord Shiva, who eats two bowls of my curry every day, God of destruction and rebirth, please bestow your purifying power so that those heavenly beings may not invade the human realm】

……

[Whichever god you are, whatever realm you come from—hear my prayer as a mortal. If this truly is a sign of the end times, grant us the strength to face it.]

[If this is merely a trial, grant us the wisdom to overcome it.] The eldest brother's beliefs were incredibly diverse, but his piety was undeniably genuine.

It's not just about praying for family members.

They are still praying for everyone.

"Uh, this is useless." Jordan rolled his eyes and covered his ears. "Can you please stop reading? These idols are all cheap stuff you picked up at the flea market!"

He is a believer who only believes in two people.

A father god.

One Ian.

"Faith is priceless!"

Jonathan glared at Jordan and continued to piously clasp his hands together.

His prayers continue.

Jordan ignored his brother's erratic behavior and turned to look at the street. Chaos reigned outside; families were fleeing to air-raid shelters, the sounds of car horns, cries, and sirens mingling together.

Among the crowd flowing against the current, a blonde girl stood out—she carried a lamppost on her shoulder like a giant sword, swaggering across the middle of the road.

"Isn't that the girl who crawled out of Ian's room? I remember she was Ian's little tagalong, her name was Madison." Jordan looked at Madison, who had run to rescue her parents last night, with some surprise.

"She seems to be looking for us?"

Jonathan opened one eye and glanced over as well. His older brother's judgment was correct; Madison, the little witch everyone would never forget, was walking towards him and Jordan.

The girl had a lollipop in her mouth and was humming a song.

"Hey, Ian's older brother, Ian's second brother, Lussie." Madison's figure blocked the hazy sunlight in the sky, casting a shadow that fell directly on the two Kent brothers.

She only liked using her brain to memorize movie lines and had never been able to remember the two brothers' names clearly.

"Why do you add a prefix to my name?" Second Brother Jordan stared wide-eyed, his gaze drawn to the street lamp Madison was carrying.

The top of the streetlight was also emitting light.

However, there were no light bulbs inside.

There was only one big eyeball that was constantly blinking.

“That’s not important. What’s important is that you don’t stare at my staff. It’s a staff that Ian gave me, freshly pulled from his manor. You have no idea how useful it is.”

Madison patted the lamppost triumphantly.

The large eyeball on top of the street lamp blinked twice in response.

It made a hissing sound.

"..."

"..."

Both Jordan and the praying Jonathan were speechless. Before Jordan could even ask Ian where he got the estate, Madison suddenly pulled two crumpled burlap sacks from under the lamppost. The fabric was stained with suspicious dark red stains and smelled of sulfur.

It looks like it has been used to store very bloody things.

"Hmm, what are you trying to do?"

Jordan cautiously shrank back.

Madison didn't answer, but instead swiftly stuffed the praying Jonathan into a sack. The wooden box containing various idols was also stuffed inside.

"Hey! Let me go!"

Jonathan was writhing wildly inside the sack.

"I haven't finished praying to the Flying Spaghetti Monster yet!"

He seemed more concerned about his prayers being interrupted than about being covered in a sack.

"No, you're playing the villain now, planning to kidnap us and blackmail Ian?" Jordan took a few steps back again. "I knew he shouldn't have flaunted his money outside!"

His tone was full of frustration.

"What villain? Guess why Ian gave me the staff?" Madison rolled his eyes at Jordan with his signature eye roll, then expertly tied the bag shut.

"His exact words were..."

Madison mimicked Ian's serious tone.

"Please, pack my two older brothers and put them in a safe place. I don't want to go home to find my eldest brother with three heads and six arms and my second brother with more than 180 cows."

While showcasing her acting talent and perfectly mimicking Ian's words, she conjured a small flame from her fingertips and burned a ventilation hole in the sack.

“I don’t think Ian meant this kind of packaging,” Jonathan immediately chimed in, correcting me like a trapped hamster.

“I don’t have any money to buy you cardboard boxes. Do you know how expensive cardboard boxes are these days? Ian took all the money I found out from a Brit and used it for taxis.”

Madison ignored her and turned to Jordan. As she shook open the second sack, a shipping label fell out that read "Hell Delivery, Mission Accomplished."

This was indeed a burlap sack that was randomly picked from a corner of the manor.

It is for secondary use.

"Wait, what taxi is he taking? Don't come any closer... We can talk." Jordan felt a chill run down his spine, but dared not let his eyes gleam. He vividly remembered the other party's super AIDS outbreak technique.

"He said he wanted to solve the problem at its source, to find the source that polluted the angels." Madison opened the second sack and pointed it at Jordan, who was standing not far away.

"What taxi... No taxi can take you to heaven... He's practicing his lying skills!" Jordan was speechless; he knew Ian better than anyone else. "Hmm?"

Madison tilted his head.

He gave Jordan a look that clearly signaled him to hurry up and get into the sack. Jordan chuckled dryly, and seeing Madison's dangerous gaze, he obediently lowered his head and crawled into the sack.

Despite having super strength.

But Jordan's brilliant mind still led him to make the right choice.

"Did you eat your Superman eyes? I can see that besides Ian, there's a car in the sky that looks like it belongs to Paradise. Can't you see that's the taxi Ian took?"

Madison disdainfully tightened the ties on Jordan's bag.

"Give me a hole to breathe!"

Jordan was shouting inside.

Madison pretended not to hear, tied both sacks to the street lamp, and then, humming a song again, carried the street lamp and walked briskly to the place where she had settled her parents.

Even the end of the world.

Despite being a big star, the young delinquent seemed to be in a great mood. Her figure gradually shrank in Superman's superhuman vision, and he didn't follow her when she finally disappeared around the corner.

"Clark? What are you looking at?"

"Yes, he was spacing out for a long time."

"Could this be another case of someone mind-controlling me? No way, my arm is still broken."

……

The shouts of my teammates filled my ears.

Clark slowly withdrew his gaze.

"It's nothing, Jonathan and Jordan are both doing well." He answered calmly, even though no one asked about Jonathan and Jordan's condition.

I do feel a little guilty.

"They're not with Louise?" Cyborg's voice broke in, data streams flashing in his mechanical eyes, clearly indicating that he had retrieved Metropolis's surveillance video.

“Anyway, they’re safe.” Superman said calmly, quickly changing the subject. “We need to find one of Batman’s hidden bases; there must be a contingency plan in place for Heaven to go out of control.”

This suggestion immediately and successfully diverted the attention of the Justice League members.

“Bruce certainly likes to have a backup plan.” Wonder Woman nodded, then asked a classic question, “The question is, where exactly is his ‘hidden base’ hidden?”

The answer to this question.

I imagine very few people in this world know this.

The group quickly sprang into action.

They flew over the ruins of Gotham, traversing the mostly flat, pitted city, searching for locations where Batman's secret facilities might be hidden.

Cyborg uses his high-tech scanning system to continuously analyze changes in the ground structure; Wonder Woman uses magic to investigate several suspicious locations.

Aquaman dives into the underground waters.

Check for hidden passages.

However—including Superman Clark—they found several so-called “bat caves,” but without exception, they were all small bunkers or training facilities.

None of the truly important facilities were unearthed. The bat caves, which appeared to have been in continuous use, didn't even contain information about Justice League members, let alone angels.

“That door looks like it’s about to completely squeeze into our world. Time is running out, we can’t waste any more time here. Everyone knows how good Bruce is at hiding things.”

"The reason a secret base is a secret base is that Bruce can make sure we can't find it. Yes, if we could find it, Batman wouldn't have used it as a hidden base."

Clark was also feeling a bit exhausted.

He looked up at the sky.

Batman was already standing beside Ian, watching him as Ian tried to smash open the gates of Heaven with the wrecked Batmobile with its deformed front end.

"Then let's find a way to lure him down!"

Aquaman suddenly spoke, his tone revealing a hint of urgency.

Everyone looked at him.

"What do you mean?" The Flash frowned.

“I mean… use your brain.” Aquaman hesitated for a moment, but still voiced his idea, “We can use Damian to threaten him into coming down.”

The air became silent for a moment.

Superman glanced at him several times.

His eyes held a complex emotion of "How could you say such a thing?"

“Uh, I mean… a fake threat? To trick him into coming down?” Aquaman was a little embarrassed and began to explain in detail that his actions were not intended to actually commit a crime.

“Yes, we can use coaxing, coax him down. Don’t look at me, I’m just saying we grab Damian and pretend…” He made a snapping motion with Damian’s neck.

See this situation.

"Sigh~"

Superman pinched his mouth shut.

He didn't want others to see his expression of agreement. Superman was holding it in; his expression, which had been thinking, "How could you say such a thing?" had turned into, "How could you say something that I should be saying?"

You can't attract him.

The Flash suddenly spoke, as if he had realized something.

"why?"

Wonder Woman turned to look at The Flash.

"Bruce wants to go in early and nip the crisis in the bud?"

Superman recalled Bruce's criticism of him after the Kryptonian remnants invaded Earth, and perhaps Bruce really didn't want to see that kind of chaos affecting the people again.

however.

This guess is quite reasonable.

However, The Flash simply shook his head.

"No, that's not the case."

He looked up at the Gates of Heaven in the sky, his voice low, "Bruce isn't concerned with what crisis is happening inside, but rather who is experiencing the crisis inside."

The Flash's eyes gleamed with the power of speed.

He got a clear look at what was happening in the sky.

Everyone was startled when they heard this.

This statement is very meaningful.

Just as Wonder Woman frowned, somewhat puzzled and about to ask a question—suddenly, without any wind or clouds, she saw Superman beside her disappear.

Superman flies into the sky.

It flies very fast.

It's also very urgent.

An unprecedented power erupted from his body.

That wasn't the power the sun bestowed upon him, but something deeper, more primal.

No one expected this. Superman Clark Kent suddenly shot into the sky without warning, so fast that even Wonder Woman couldn't catch up.

Yes.

Before she could react, she saw that Superman, for some reason, had broken through the barrier that he had been unable to approach before, and had directly arrived at the mezzanine area in front of the Gates of Heaven.

There.

That's where Batman and Ian are.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

Muffled groans echoed from the sky.

"No... Clark has gone mad too?" Wonder Woman looked up at the sky, watching Superman in the sky also start banging on the door. She blinked and showed a look of astonishment.

Perhaps even this Amazonian warrior with both parents still hasn't been able to make the right judgment.

Even Aquaman Arthur realized what was happening.

He jumped around frantically, trying to leap into the sky, but alas, marine mammals really don't have the ability to fly. He thrashed about on the ground in vain, like a stranded fish.

It's useless.

It resembles a leaping fish.

"Ahhhh!"

finally.

There is no other choice.

Aquaman Arthur aimed directly at the sky and hurled his golden trident. Under his enhanced power, the trident flew and flew, disappearing into the distance.

It's not a problem with accuracy.

Rather, it penetrated the "illusory" gate and the people in front of it.

No obstacles were encountered.

It's obvious that this is because even after Aquaman Arthur unleashed his full power, he couldn't be superstitious.

"What happened... Have you been contaminated?"

Wonder Woman was on high alert, her fingers already on the Lasso of Truth, ready to deal with any possible threat, while Cyborg, hovering in mid-air beside her, was looking up at the sky.

“Oh…no, this…” Although Cyborg felt he probably didn’t need to worry about his dad, he still felt a chill run down his spine after realizing why Superman and Batman had gone crazy.

If the angels are defiled.

Then.

What about the soul inside?

"Even Superman couldn't break it!"

The Flash looks like he's in a real hurry.

At this moment, the originally twisted cracks had fully spread out.

It began to fall slowly and irreversibly.

"Knock knock knock~ knock knock knock~"

At that moment, the three people in front of the door were still trying to break down the door. Just as everyone was watching how Superman was trying to push the door open, the stars in the sky suddenly began to shake violently.

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~"

This is the sound of birds chirping in the branches.

When Ian opened his eyes, he thought he was going to see hell.

But instead of a pleasant breeze, he was greeted by the fragrance of flowers. He lay on a meadow covered in tiny white wildflowers, the distant sound of a babbling brook drifting by. Sunlight streamed through the clouds, refracting into iridescent halos on the blades of grass. The scene was so beautiful that even the demon's head hanging from his backside seemed out of place.

The bull's head is pretending to be dead.

Ian was stunned.

"This isn't right."

Ian frowned and sat up. He looked around and saw that the distant holy city was enveloped in a layer of black mycelium-like substance. The viscous darkness kept writhing but could never cross the invisible boundary.

To permeate this paradise.

at this time.

Suddenly, I felt an unusual sensation in my pocket.

"No, have my biomimetic pants, under my influence, already automatically sought out valuable items?"

Ian pulled out a pearl necklace.

He was certain this wasn't his. The milky white pearls gleamed softly in the sunlight, one of them slightly warm, drawing his gaze to his right.

Thirty paces away, an afternoon tea table was set up under a giant tree covered in golden flowers.

A woman in a long dress is pouring tea.

Her hair was studded with starlight-like fragments. The man sitting opposite her had his back to Ian, but his familiar brown leather jacket and gray hair made him look very familiar to Ian.

"Oh God, you pimp, you, you, you, it's you... my never-before-seen grandfather! Good heavens, what are you doing here!"

He was shocked.

The sound was like thunder.

The boy's blush outweighed all the profanities; perhaps no one in the world had ever seen Ian so flustered and terrified.

　It's the last day, brothers. Do you have any monthly votes left? Can you spare a little for me? I still owe less than 20,000 words, so I'm starting to count the monthly votes for extra chapters.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)