The end game [Zhongyingmei]

By the time the first screams echoed through the arena, some people in the bumper car field had unbuckled their seat belts and scrambled out.

Sisley listened intently, crossing out in her mind the faces she had seen in this stadium.

In the light blue bumper car is a couple -- they ran away with each other supporting each other.

Inside the bright yellow bumper car was a young man, who seemed to be a college student who was out on vacation—he also abandoned the car and fled tremblingly.

More and more people left this terrifying place gropingly, trying to get around the Superman who descended from the sky, and gain some confidence from the stalwart body of the god on earth.

Only the bright pink bumper car that was aimed at her from the beginning never made any movement.

Loud breathing, trembling hands, chattering teeth, these normal human reactions are all buried in the bubbling sound of snoring.

In the darkness, neither Earl Gray nor Sisley moved an inch.

Almost subconsciously, Sisley held her breath, and moved herself closer to the dark depths, her back pressed against the cold wall, and the chill passed through the warmth of the feathers, unstoppably staying on her skin.

She did it proficiently and calmly, as if she had practiced it thousands of times, until something biting cold and biting lightly climbed onto Sisley's uninjured hand, and motioned her to open her palm.

————It was the fingertip of the dead person who got off the train.

【Do not be afraid】

He wrote word by word.

In the next second, the arm with a faint smell of tobacco was withdrawn from Sisley's side, and she opened her eyes wide, barely making out the dim outline in the darkness.

-----do not go!

The pain kept churning her nerves, and when her hand was stretched out in the air, it fell powerlessly to her side.

Seeing the man rushing away like a jaguar, Sisley could only shrink back into her seat, hiding her bleeding hand behind her back, preventing the monsters from smelling her.

...

Pus oozes from the octopus' blue-gray skin, and with the cutting of the heat sight, it turned from a huge thing into tens of thousands of broken corpses in a few seconds.

After confirming that it had no signs of life, just as Clark withdrew his thermal gaze, a pair of bold and cautious Gotham people——hands, holding a long salute specially provided by the amusement park, stabbed it tremblingly. The octopus carcass that was broken into pieces.

Clark, shocked by the courage of the people of Gotham City: "!"

Before he could stop it, the foul-smelling pus sprayed out, corroding the long colorful plastic stick, and the hand retracted with a "whoosh", and the pus sprayed to it just a second later. location.

However, with this little force, the octopus carcass, which itself had been cut, fell downhill at an avalanche-like speed.

With the muffled sound of "Boom Boom Boom", the octopus blocking the way has now turned into a slippery carpet with blood and black hair.

"It's dead?" "It's poisonous..." "Superman saved us!"

Then, the crowd erupted into even greater agitation over the reappearance of light behind the door.

"…………"

At that moment, Clark dared to swear that if he hadn't simply soared into the air when his back was cold, someone would have pushed him aside forcefully in order to squeeze through the door.

——————In this bumper car venue that has turned into an abyss, the darkness makes people feel more frantic every moment, and the snoring grows louder and louder, to the point of unbearable.

He quietly took out the satellite phone and tried to call Batman, but the screen only turned on briefly and then went off quickly.

Damn, there's no signal in here.

...

The doll crazily let out sharp laughter, and with the sound of snoring, more and more monsters——souls——demons obeyed its call, and emerged from the sticky darkness, heading towards the Where fresh flesh and human scents run wild.

After being stained with Sisley's blood, the ugly doll became an opened Pandora's box.

The bumper car arena is now full of chills and ghostly shadows. Sisley huddled in place as calmly as possible, listening to the sounds of Earl Gray and the gods fighting with these ghosts.

As one of them, the dead who left from the train naturally have the ability to touch them directly; although Superman's steel body is useless in the face of ghosts, his heat vision is unexpectedly quite useful.

The faint light brought by the thermal vision is enough for Sisley to see clearly. With every precise cutting by the Kryptonians, the wriggling black hair, broken arms and stumps, and even the pitch-black mask are all turned into two standard sections. , fell to the ground.

Both of them are trying to wipe out the ghosts that were born, and they are relatively in step, and no one has been injured so far.

But for some reason, Sisley had a rather ominous premonition.

...

[click. 】

His blessings on Superman are counteracted by negative forces.

The moment the feathers shattered, Gabriel grunted and opened his eyes from his doze.

Sisley in angel skin got up from Sisley in goat skin, let go of the strong and warm thighs of the monarch of hell, and turned to track the location of the shattered feathers.

"It's broken." He said coldly.

"what happened?"

Abaddon was reading a book, but was awakened by the movement of his other self, and couldn't help touching the broken hair that had fallen from Gabriel's forehead.

With skin to skin contact and shared thoughts, Abaddon understood all of Gabriel's experiences in an instant without needing to describe it in words.

The two Sisleys were holding hands, and the two faces with such different auras showed the same distressed expression.

"Something happened," Abaddon said.

"Blessing—" Gabriel thought for a second.

"——It can be located." The monarch of hell immediately connected.

Head to head, the two Sisleys were like two high-speed computers, quickly planning every step to be done next, and then Gabriel stood up from the sofa.

"…………"

Snow-white and plump wings spread slowly from the archangel's back, his face was indifferent and beautiful, and his gaze was emptied to the distance blocked by the building.

The lord of hell followed the angel step by step, and patted off the wrinkled folds of his white robe for him.

"Come back early, I baked you a soufflé."

Abaddon calmed him down.

Gabriel glanced back at him.

Angels and devils are like the two poles of a magnet, and they can never be compatible. After the six-star props are activated, half of Sisley's consciousness in angel skin is integrated into the instinct of the Holy Spirit's wings.

However, he still leaned over aggrieved, and stuffed himself into Abaddon's neck, allowing the other self to chuckle and give a farewell kiss as loud as a kindergarten kid.

Gabriel: *flashing with joy*

Abaddon: (synchronizing)

Abaddon: *flashing with joy*

Watching the figure of the archangel disappear into the clear sky at noon, Abaddon withdrew his gaze and closed the basement door.

"here we go."

he said softly.

After the blessing is shattered, the light spot can still stay in this world for a short period of time.

Gabriel was flying among the clouds, just trying to track and locate these light spots gradually drifting towards the heaven.

Gabriel swooped down through Gotham's gray clouds that had accumulated for so long.

His field of vision became clear in an instant, and the hustle and bustle of the city immediately poured into his ears. His broken hair was pushed aside by the strong air current, revealing his cold blue-purple eyes.

The lantern that eliminated human vision was held in his palm, and the flame burned calmly in the fragile glass wall of the lantern.

—————In the amusement park.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a slowly rising spot of light, and Gabriel flew towards it.

More whispers filled his mind, Sisley in angel skin could hear people's panic from them.

Many were mumbling and repeating "monster," while others, emotionally convinced of their own mortality, were eager to shove and flee the amusement park.

In these people, Gabriel saw "evil" wriggling like tarsal maggots.

He flew over at low altitude at will, letting the holy light on his wings caress over the sky above these people, and the pure phantom instantly purified the malice that was contaminated, as if the sun was melting the black ice on the road.

Sisley, who was wearing the angel skin, didn't even need to observe where the light spots still remained, because the stadium that was so close and shrouded in darkness was the birthplace of these evils.

These vicious attacks on Clark Kent, and the blessing of the archangel happened to be a sharp weapon to restrain them.

Gabriel flew above the building, stretched out his pale fingers, and lightly touched the startlingly thick darkness.

———— With such a strong force, people from the outside can’t get in at all.

Gabriel was lost in thought, "..."

Gabriel draws the result, "!"

The archangel flew up into the sky, aiming at the skylight of the stadium for a moment, flying higher and higher, until the clouds of Gotham City reappeared around him, weakening his vision.

After confirming that he had risen high enough, Gabriel folded his wings and started to land freely without any surprise.

With a "crash", accompanied by a piercing and loud sound, Gabriel spread his wings, and after breaking through the skylight, he landed in a rather light and graceful manner.

The sun fell in an instant, passing through the skylight he broke through, and the golden tulle kissed the snow-white cheek of the archangel.

His wings were fully spread, and the holy light dispelled the darkness in the room in an instant.

"You are----"

Clark recognized this creature with power above him almost immediately. The beauty and strength shown by the other party had given him nightmares for several weeks. After talking with the dream witch, the situation gradually changed. good.

"filthy."

Sure enough, the angel uttered the verdict that scares Clark the most in the dream.

The flame rose from the palm of the archangel, enveloping everything irresistibly. Clark saw the red fire rushing towards Sisley in the corner, and before he could make a sound, everything in front of him was also engulfed in flames.

Clark: "?"

He lowered his hand against the pain.

The flames just cleansed their bodies gently, soaking in it was as comfortable as taking a bath in warm water, but Clark also heard a terrible cry, which seemed to come from the doll's mouth.

After a few seconds, the flame gradually weakened enough for Clark to see the world in front of him clearly.

"Why do you mess yourself up like this every time I see you?"

He heard the archangel's whisper as cool as gold and stone.

Sisley, who was dressed in angel skin, looked down at her other self huddled in the bumper car, and watched the expression on that face transition from shock to "No, I will hold back" and then from "No, I will hold back" It became "I can't help it", and then transitioned from "I can't help it" to crying with a wow.

Accompanied by a weak sob, Sisley's body clumsily ran out of the bouncing car, swooped, and threw herself into another clean white robe.

The archangel's warm wings wrapped her and hid her under the wings, and his arms also tightly embraced Sisley, sticking to the other self for a long time.

Skin-to-skin contact and memory sharing, the two Sisleys immediately fell into sync. While Gabriel generously gave Sisley a blessing to heal the wound on her palm, he raised his head and observed the situation for more than ten years. Unseen uncle in the laboratory.

————The older and tall man felt chills down his spine from this gaze.

The eyes of this overly beautiful and overly inhuman creature are faint, and the gorgeous blue-purple eyes are like a cold polar night ice field.

Earl Gray was thinking about whether to fight desperately to rescue Sisley from under the creature's wings, when he saw the angel deliberately tilted his head in his direction and blinked deliberately.

What's even more frightening is that he felt that he read the admiration that did not seem to be an illusion.

Earl Gray: "...?"

The wings of the archangel hang down, tightly covering the body of the girl inside.

The way he hugged Sisley seemed to be possessive, as if to completely separate her from the real world, but as someone who almost watched Sisley grow up, Earl Gray was unhappy with Sisley Quite clearly.

She is similar to his little daughter, she likes to hold the doll and not speak when she is angry, as if she is afraid that someone will snatch the doll from her arms.

Right now, this young and indifferent archangel is holding the black-haired and blue-eyed girl into her arms with the utmost care, using the posture of three or four-year-old Sisley holding a doll.

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#What should I do if my daughter changed her sex and species after mitosis and staged a youth love idol drama in front of me#

#Is this belated puberty#