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"Weak ribs."
Crowley ultimately summarized it with a single word.
"That's because you didn't use it in the right place."
Ian then pulled out the magic book that was placed on his stomach.
"All the magic of my Great Ian faction is created using this." He casually flipped to a page, and complex runes immediately appeared on the page. This book was truly effective for creating magic.
It doesn't even require Ian to have any magical knowledge; all Ian needs to do is clearly express what kind of magical effect he wants, and it can create a spell with a sufficiently perfect framework for him.
This is absolutely a magical artifact.
It's like something that doesn't require the owner to understand coding; all the owner needs to do is tell them what game or app they want, and the app can be made automatically.
Who wouldn't love such a treasure?
Perhaps a devil like Crowley wouldn't like that.
"Using it to create things that don't exist is not a worthwhile trade; the consumption of magic power is enormous," Crowley commented sharply, his small eyes narrowing into slits.
He has a fairly good understanding of magic.
Crowley possesses powerful magical abilities and demonic powers, capable of manipulating dark forces, casting curses and prophecies, and is also proficient in many mysterious rituals and spells.
"Magic is like money; if you're short, you can always find a way to earn it." Ian didn't care about that. He already had the God King as a double agent, so how far was the whole of Asgard?
Hear the words.
Crowley gave Ian a deep look.
He paused for a few seconds, a hint of inquiry in his eyes, then slowly put down his wine glass, revealing a serious expression. "I once consulted Lucifer about this book."
“He told me that this book was ‘something that fell from the wall.’ My dear friend, can you tell me what kind of wall it was?” Crowley’s intuition as a devilish merchant told him.
The boy in front of him should perhaps know the answer to the question that Lucifer was too impatient to answer—in Crowley's opinion, the boy in front of him might also be some kind of creature that had fallen from the "wall".
"Ok?"
Ian paused for a moment.
He looked around at the magnificent manor he had just acquired, his gaze sweeping over the gilded wall lamps and the carved stair railings before finally settling on Crowley's shiny, round face.
After weighing the options...
Out of consideration for the estate, Ian chose to remain as the generous Ian.
"It is a wall that surrounds the entire multiverse, which can be seen as the edge barrier of the multiverse - there are many, many strange and indescribable things on it."
said.
However, it wasn't fully explained.
This kind of thing wasn't much useful knowledge for Crowley and most of the people in the "story".
“So that’s how it is…” Crowley’s shiny forehead suddenly broke out in fine beads of sweat as he mechanically chewed the olive, the pit crunching between his teeth.
He muttered to himself.
The pupils in the eyes are dilating.
"You used Constantine to fish out this angel?" Ian wanted to change the subject, so he walked back to the transparent cage and stared at the mutated angel in front of him.
His fingertips lightly touched the surface of the cage, and tiny runes immediately lit up at the point of contact. Clearly, these runes were isolating any contact between the inside and the outside.
Hear the words.
Crowley jerked as if waking from a dream, the olive oil stains on his tie glistening with the movement.
“Ah, that’s right.” He pulled out a crumpled handkerchief to wipe his sweat. “It’s not easy to capture an angel alive, even a sick angel is hard for us demons to catch.”
“But things are different with Constantine. Actually, I didn’t realize at first that there was something wrong with the angels who were with Constantine. It was Constantine who realized that something was wrong with the angels and wanted to make a deal with me.” Crowley explained how he discovered the angels’ mutation. He had clearly tricked Constantine, who was trying to trick him.
The demon at the crossroads is not as easily fooled as other demons.
“Then this angel must be the Black Angel Manny.” Ian confirmed the angel’s identity through Crowley’s information; this angel played a significant role in Constantine’s story.
The angel Manny initially appeared as a supporter.
His task appears to be to protect and guide Constantine.
however.
Actually.
Angel Manny had already committed two of the seven deadly sins, which meant he was no longer a pure and innocent angel. Such behavior was certainly a big problem for a celestial being.
It was later proven that this angel was the leader of the evil organization, the Witch Cult. So, just like his skin color, Angel Manny may have already become a hidden fallen angel at some point.
It is only because of his self-perception that he still believes he is doing the right thing that he still possesses divine power and does not exhibit the typical characteristics of a fallen angel.
Angels are such an "idealistic" species.
of course.
Even becoming a fallen angel would be far better than becoming the Plague Angel he is now—Ian felt he had found Twitch, the source of plague for the DC Universe.
"If this pollution can cause Heaven to fall, aren't you demons worried?" Ian leaned closer to examine the black threads running beneath the angel's skin.
"Aren't you afraid that the pollution on Manny will spread in Heaven, and then be transmitted to the human world by the angels, and eventually seep into Hell?"
Perhaps because it heard its own name, the angel in the cage suddenly twitched slightly, its eyelids twitching constantly, but under the influence of some kind of sealing power, it failed to awaken.
"Fear? Of course I'm afraid, but what's the use of being afraid? Fear will only cloud my judgment. Instead of being afraid, I should think about what changes it might bring to the world's structure."
“The angels will surely suffer.”
"This will become a dark chapter in the angels' history. However, we in Hell will not get involved, because I am very clear about one thing—someone will always deal with the angels' problems."
“Lucifer just laughed it off, so we don’t need to panic.” Crowley finally regained his composure, grinning to reveal his nicotine-stained teeth.
The smoke from the cigar formed a small vortex above his head.
"Since Lucifer isn't worried, I won't be either."
Ian was somewhat taken aback upon hearing this, and it confirmed once again that Miss Death might not have found the notebook, because the notebook was hidden in the core area of Heaven.
“These contaminants are like maggots clinging to your bones; once you’re hooked, you can’t shake them off. But there are many ways to avoid getting them, at least there are many demons—let me correct what I said earlier: Heaven itself will be fine, but the angels living there might not be. That’s the downside of liking to share organs.” Crowley once again gloated, quoting the same adjective Lucifer had used before.
He tapped his cigar lightly, sending sparks flying. Then, the Demon King began to explain to Ian the "Great Library" shared by the angels.
"Do you know where the angels' power comes from?" Crowley didn't wait for Ian's answer and answered himself directly, "The angels' power comes from Heaven."
"This is why angels become much weaker after falling from heaven and losing their connection with heaven. The power of angels actually belongs to the common power of heaven."
“Every angel can use it, just like their ‘Great Library,’ and every angel can connect to it to gain a state of omniscience and omnipotence.”
"Yes, that's right. The true source of the angels' power is Heaven. The right they possess is to share, which means that if an angel brings something that does not belong to Heaven to Heaven, it will be considered a violation."
"This thing only needs to pollute Heaven's database to spread to every angel—since the influence originates from Heaven, the angels have no right to refuse."
Crowley's joy was genuine, and his schadenfreude was palpable. Ian had heard about this from Lucifer, but Crowley's description was now more detailed.
"Manny put that source of pollution into the 'Great Library' of Heaven?!" Upon hearing this, Ian finally understood and stared at the black angel in the cage with astonishment.
He really couldn't imagine how an angel could cause such a disaster, just as he couldn't imagine why top-secret group chat messages from the White House would appear on social media.
"God shouldn't have created black angels. Look, wherever there are black angels, there's bound to be trouble. That's the real black humor," Crow said in a succinct summary.
In the era he lived in, people generally looked down on those with dark skin.
"Is this the consequence of browsing other people's shared knowledge without protecting your own brain?" Ian wasn't being racist; he was simply marveling at how good it was that he didn't like letting others use his things. Perhaps, the invasive species that was placed in paradise actually realized it had found paradise.
It has casually polluted the advanced species in this universe.
“Yes, yes, yes! Not using a condom makes it easy to get diseases, the angels can testify.” Crowley seemed to really like Ian’s description, he clapped his hands and laughed heartily.
“Just wait and see, next Heaven will fall from the sky like those nuns who got gonorrhea.” Crowley’s tone was full of anticipation.
Cigar ash fell in a flurry onto his striped suit.
In this regard.
Ian didn't mind.
As long as it doesn't fall onto its own floor, it's fine.
“Could real monsters be conceived within the angels?” Ian stared at the newly appeared tumor on Manny’s right wing—miniature human faces could be vaguely seen moving within those translucent lumps.
Observe while you do it.
Ian was blindly typing on the half-finished phone. He knew he should notify the Justice League, specifically Batman and Clark Kent.
"Who knows."
Crowley's indifferent reply.
He once again revealed his demonic side, showing little concern as a creature of hell about whether the human world would be further contaminated by the fallen angels.
of course.
He doesn't care, but others do.
"Crackling~ Crackling~"
The boy tapped and typed on the screen.
[Recipient: Dad]
[CC: Batman]
[This is Sir Ian, the leader of the New Justice League. I'm issuing an urgent notice that you need to be aware of a potential public health crisis in Heaven.]
According to reliable intelligence (sources: a fallen angel shedding feathers + a wealthy Hell executive), an angelic plague has apparently broken out in Heaven due to a group sex incident.
My initial assessment is that it's because the angels, unlike me, don't like wearing head covers. This will cost them dearly; they will most likely fall down like pigeons that have contracted bird flu!
Hopefully, Batman will take adequate precautions.
I also hope that Daddy can keep a close eye on Batman and prevent him from thinking about blowing up Heaven first, or that he can solve the problem by spraying disinfectant all over Heaven.
P.S.: I got a meal today! The newest manor I got is really nice. No offense intended, just wanted to show off.
……
Ian himself certainly couldn't think of any effective way to prevent Earth from being contaminated by fallen angels, but he still believed in Batman as always.
Batman always manages to come up with a solution.