Chapter 262 Justice League Plan

On the top of the building that towers into the sky, a telescope is pointed in one direction.

The white-haired old man seemed to be observing something carefully. His body was motionless and he had been in this state for more than ten minutes. From his field of vision, he could clearly see the rooftop of the building that was emitting a light source somewhere in the darkness in the distance.

He kept muttering to himself, his eyes full of disbelief. He observed what he saw, not missing any details.

Until a pair of golden pupils filled his field of vision.

"He... He! He saw me!"

"... Impossible!"

"Impossible, we are so far away... and it's still dark..."

Several men and women wearing owl masks and suits behind him exclaimed, but the old man reiterated the sentence in an extremely affirmative tone.

He moved his eyes away from the telescope with difficulty. Behind him, the people in the Court of Owls were horrified to find that the old man's eyes were oozing red blood, and his originally brown pupils turned white. He was dull and lifeless, and the shock still remained on his face.

"I tried to peek into the face of the god, but he deprived me of the right to see... the real god appeared!"

"..."

"It's not the god of those demons, but the god of our human beings. It's an angel!"

"It's really an angel..."

"..."

Everyone was talking about it, and everyone's mood was different. Their faces were excited, fearful, or flustered, but no one was worried about the old man's eyes.

Each of them is a real top figure in Gotham, a super powerful family that has been passed down in Gotham for hundreds of years or even nearly a thousand years. They control most of the politics, underground forces and wealth in the music world.

But their desires are far more than that...

"Maybe we can try to communicate with him..."

...

The dazzling light suddenly appeared, making Gordon and Bruce on the side narrow their eyes slightly.

In the light, six huge wings began to change. They not only floated in the air, but also wrapped around Lin Jue's body. One pair covered his eyes, one pair protected his body, and one pair was still in the air.

Some kind of inexplicable sacred breath filled everyone's heart.

"What's wrong?"

Bruce was a little suspicious. All these changes were a little sudden.

"Someone is spying on me!"

The low and heavy words shook the world. Gordon was shocked to find that the air around him seemed to have some ripples, and a strange energy wave spread to the surroundings.

After a long time, Lin Jue's figure gradually became blurred in the halo, as if he was about to disappear in this world.

"I should leave-the power of the dimension is calling me, and the time of advent has reached the end..."

"..."

In the awe-inspiring eyes of Bruce and Gordon, the dazzling brilliance reached a certain extreme and bloomed in an instant. The moment the halo disappeared, some invisible air waves blew their clothes whirring.

Looking back and forth, looking up at the sky, Gordon couldn't find the figure of the angel. He couldn't hide the complex expression on his face.

The angel just disappeared...

Bruce went straight to the place where Lin Jue disappeared, and squatted down to carefully observe the remaining traces on the ground.

Gordon also walked forward curiously.

What came into view was a circular track, with a huge cross star pattern inside. The pattern seemed to have some traces of burning, and a sense of mystery came over him.

"Should I ask him if there is a God?"

Gordon couldn't help but break the dead silence. At this moment, his mind was extremely confused, and even the idea of ​​how to deal with the blood god faded a lot. The horror and background of the Judgment Council overturned his imagination.

"... Maybe we should make preparations for both hands!"

Bruce stood up and took a picture of the pattern on the ground, and said in a deep voice.

"Make preparations for both hands?"

Gordon frowned.

"We need warriors who truly belong to this world, who can fight for the survival of this world!"

"..."

Gordon was silent.

After seeing these mysterious existences, he felt that Bruce was a little whimsical at the moment...

"Oh my God, was this the place just now?"

There was a noisy voice suddenly coming from the exit of the roof.

The police officer in charge of guarding the door immediately reacted and rushed to stop them. However, the number of people who broke in exceeded expectations. Before they reached the door, the door lock upstairs broke instantly.

A large group of nearby people rushed up, and they saw Gordon and the police standing on the roof at a glance.

However, these were not what they wanted to find.

Ignoring the police's obstruction, they quickly searched around.

"God, where is the angel?"

"I clearly felt that breath! The kind of sacredness that I have never had before, the kind of worship that makes me unable to resist!"

"Sheriff Gordon? Sheriff Gordon, did you see the angel?"

"Amen..."

More and more people poured out of the passage, and Gordon was at a loss. At this time, he couldn't help but envy the man who spread his prosthetic wings and jumped down from the roof.

People's screams and roars seemed to be getting louder and louder. Gordon quickly came to the lower edge of the floor and looked down. The scene before him shocked him.

The originally abandoned streets were now filled with people, shouting the angel's honor and pouring into the building one by one.

"Shet!"

…

In the next week, the news of the angel's appearance in Gotham made headlines in the United States. Reporters from major newspapers and magazines raced against time to report on this shocking event.

Headlines were filled with details and speculation about the angel's arrival, and photos and videos spread rapidly on social media.

Compared with the outbreak of the Blood God incident, the emergence of angels was not only not suppressed by the government, but was instead vigorously publicized.

The topic God Bless America has become a hot topic in international searches!

Gotham.

The sky is still overcast.

Pedestrians were walking through the busy streets in the center, with different expressions on their faces, and they were all discussing recent events.

Some people directly change their faith and plan to spend the whole day praying in church in an attempt to receive blessings from angels.

Some people talk about conspiracies and trumpet the topic of the coming of the apocalypse and the destruction of the world. Angels are beings sent by God to destroy all existences after seeing clearly the sins of Gotham. They should remain in awe of them and should not approach them.

More people are holding a wait-and-see attitude. Most of them are criminals, and everyone's heart seems to have suffered a 12-magnitude earthquake.

Even in the dark corners, no one dares to do something sinful.

At this moment, the criminals seemed to know the true meaning of fear.

With the uproar of public opinion, the originally popular plan to eliminate vampires also terminated the agreement among various high-level officials in the United States.

A confidential document sent from Gotham to the highest government of the United States made those politicians who feared and coveted vampires look at each other.

In a quiet and solemn museum, the white-haired black curator walked in a hurry, walking through the corridors and walking straight towards the top floor of the museum.

After reaching the top floor, he knocked on a door without hesitation. As the door slowly opened, what came into view was a woman. At this moment, she was holding a newspaper in her hand, her brows were furrowed, and she seemed to be attracted by the above. confused by the content.

The woman's expression was solemn and serious, and she didn't even look at the old man when he arrived.

However, the old man still had to interrupt her thoughts. He seemed to have something important to discuss with the woman in front of him.

"Diana, did you see that incredible news?"

He slowly raised his head and revealed a face that was familiar to many people in this city.

"I'm reading it!"

"Angel! Or the legendary six-winged archangel, are they those guys? Could it be that they can't help but appear?"

The old curator seemed to know something, his voice was a little urgent, and he looked at Diana expectantly, as if he thought she could give him the ideas he wanted.

After all, the lady in front of me is a living god, a remnant of the Greek pantheon, a descendant of a god king and a human queen, a true demigod!

"I don't know, but that guy doesn't seem to be the angel in the rumors..."

Spreading the newspaper, Diana frowned and pointed at a vague pattern on one side of the newspaper. The shape of the pattern could not be clearly seen, but the rough color could be distinguished.

It seems to be some kind of color that is deeper than darkness!

"That's...if that's the case, the result will be worse than we imagined..."

The old curator was worried. He had a detailed understanding of various myths and histories, and he was no stranger to some creatures that were on the opposite side of angels.

The most famous morning star, Lucifer, is the notorious evil in hell!

"He shouldn't be the rumored Morning Star Lucifer!"

Some hearty words echoed through the vast museum, and the old man turned his head to look in surprise.

They saw a man in a suit and leather shoes, with a handsome face and a profound look in his eyes, striding towards them.

"How did you come to us?"

The curator said with some vigilance.

As for Diana, she stood up directly from her seat and stared at the man striding towards her.

"Sir, maybe you shouldn't be so confident!"

Diana chuckled with a bright smile on her face.

"Wonder Woman! I don't mean any harm, I need your help!"

Stopping, the man stood directly in front of the two people and said in a deep voice.

In an instant, a high-speed spinning object flew towards Diana's side.

However, such a fast and sharp attack was still caught by Diana with her bare hands. Looking at the dart carved in the shape of a bat in her hand, a trace of surprise flashed in Anna's eyes.

This pattern is no stranger!

Is the man in front of me Gotham’s Batman?