The Death Knell

"What?"

Obviously, Deathstroke's words frightened Michael. He wanted to retreat, but the weapon in his hand was firmly grasped by Deathstroke, and the two were deadlocked in mid-air.

Although her appearance has changed into a blond lolita, the voice of the death knell is still the male voice like a demon. He smiled and said:

"What about your world authority? Michael, according to my intelligence records, Lucifer has six-sevenths of God's authority, and the remaining six archangels share one-seventh. But what about your ability? Angel Representative How come you don’t have the ability to freeze time, change the world, and save lives? Oh, because you are the real betrayer, your authority has been taken back by God, right?"

Su Ming found that he had overestimated Michael before, because in biblical records, Michael once defeated Lucifer. In the comics I read in his previous life, he was also the commander-in-chief and fought a thousand-year war with Lucifer.

This caused Su Ming to put Michael on the same level of strength as Lucifer, resulting in some misjudgments.

However, in the previous confrontation test, he was originally prepared to deal with the enemy's time ability, and even prepared to fight against the concepts of judgment and light, but he was not there.

Michael seems to have only brute strength left, and he still has multiverse levels, but that's about it.

So the reason why Deathstroke was laughing was not because Lucifer and Gabriel who fell into heaven still had authority, but Michael who stayed in heaven lost the authority to change the world. This made Su Ming aware of God's layout.

The bad old man split himself into seven parts, which made him look weaker, but it also meant that he had seven lives.

If the person behind the scenes took away the body of God, does that mean he has killed God?

Little did he know that the move of occupying heaven sounded the alarm to God, and the countermeasures of the other six components would definitely come immediately.

Stripping away Michael's authority to control the world, the man behind the scenes controlling the angels is equivalent to controlling a loneliness, and this is only the first step.

The reason why heaven is heaven is because God was once here. But if there is no God and no authority to control the world, then it will just be a very ordinary dimension that looks like a seven-layer hamburger.

God directly came to the bottom of the pot, abandoned heaven, and turned it into an invisible cage. Using living habits and dependence, he trapped these crazy angels inside, waiting for people to kill them. .

Deathstroke is the chosen one.

No wonder Gabriel didn't pick up any customers during the prime time tonight, but drank in Lucifer's nightclub. This guy probably got a message from the oracle, so he was just waiting there for the death knell to find him, right?

When Gabriel said he would go to heaven to steal a dog, he agreed so readily. It seemed that it was not the result of the few hundred dollars.

It is indeed God’s arrangement. There is a feeling that ‘everything is the Lord’s arrangement’, similar to destiny.

Well, there's nothing wrong with being used. Anyway, you just have to ask God for debt afterwards, and with his intervention, dealing with Michael is now even easier.

Of course, there is another point. He weakened the crazy Michael, which also hinted that Deathstroke wanted to save the life of the archangel.

Because the difference in strength is so big, there is no excuse for 'having to' kill the other party.

Maybe the secret was discovered, maybe Deathstroke's abilities exceeded his imagination, which made Michael, who originally seemed gentle and gentle, a little angry. The red-haired lolita he turned into shook his head crazily:

"You are talking nonsense! My Lord will never abandon me!"

"I'm actually very curious, Michael, what is your new master? It can make you change your belief in your biological father without knowing it." Deathstroke just smiled and held the opponent's red giant sword tightly. , even if his palms were burned to the point of squeaking and smoking, he would not relax: "But I guess you don't know anything at all. It's okay. There are plenty of opportunities to get answers. We'll see you later."

After saying that, he used a move to lift his vaginal leg. When Michael was in panic and confusion, he raised his leg to block it.

A black rope suddenly stretched out from Deathstroke's face and blew a breath into the Archangel's face.

The speed is too fast, and the ejection speed is super-light speed, and both sides are now occupying both hands to grab the other's weapons and hold their own weapons. At this time, whoever has more arms will take advantage.

Yes, angels can shapeshift, but their abilities are designed to blend into the human world, so they can only take on human form.

Normal humans don't have three heads and six arms.

A cloud of gray mist with starlight rushed into Michael's face. This was not poisonous gas or a curse, so the angel's resistance had no effect at all. On the contrary, this mist also contained some sweet taste, of course. There is also the smell of dust as sand.

It's a bit like freshly baked bread dropped by the field, or, in other words, freshly brewed oatmeal spilled on the ground. It's a mixture of earthy and warm smell. It's hard to describe, at least it doesn't exist on earth or in heaven. .

"you!"

Before Michael could finish his words, he tilted his head and fell asleep. If he hadn't been holding on to his sword of judgment tightly, and the other end of the sword was in Deathstroke's hand, he might have experienced a rare freedom. Falling body.

With a smile, Su Ming let Hangsha catch the prisoner, while he let go of his hand, turned around and flew towards where his teammates were hiding.

"Don't be so nervous, I'm fine." During the landing process, Deathstroke changed back to his original appearance, and said to Donna who immediately came up to check whether he was injured: "Michael has been weakened to a waste. , if I still can’t deal with him, that’s too bad.”

Seeing that the wound in his palm healed quickly, Su Ming said this. He let Strangler hand the prisoner to Gabriel on the side, and took a deep look at the angel.

Gabriel did not respond to this, but just dropped the assault rifle, knelt down and held Michael in his arms, gently helped him arrange his long hair, and stroked his cheek:

"What methods did you use on him?"

"The Sands of Time, the Sands of Time in the Sandman Mask."

Deathstroke picked up the little orangutan who was watching the fun, lit a cigarette himself, and leisurely explained to everyone:

"I first seduced him into turning into an ordinary human girl, and then launched the second step of the strategy against him. Michael is called a sleepless angel, so he must have never had the experience of fighting against the feeling of drowsiness, nor That is to say, he has zero resistance to the hypnotic effect, which is the key to my plan. He thought that I thought I was on the second level, so he went to the third level, but he never thought that it was just me who made him think so. Yes, haha."

Sandman and Deathstroke have an old relationship. The mercenaries often borrow props like gas masks to use. Last time, they collected some sand from the poison canister for research.

It must have come in handy today.

Only a small amount of this kind of sand can drag people into dreams. According to legend, the Sandman would put them on people's eyelids, causing them to fight with their upper and lower eyelids, and then fall asleep.

Poor Michael didn't have as many arms as Deathstroke, and he didn't expect such a thing in human hands, so when Strangler threw sand at others' eyes, he didn't even make a defensive move.

Su Ming also considered the possibility of his defense, but that was probably useless. 'Dream' was also a super advanced concept, and it was far beyond what the current red-haired lolita could resist, so he should just sleep.