Nuan Nuan Saves the World [Comprehensive British and American]

Chris is a decent mage - or so he thinks he is.Perhaps because he is an existence constructed by energy and logic, he is very good at manipulating those energies floating in the air that are invisible to the naked eye. It is like an extended part of his body, like an arm that follows his consciousness to weave out of various forms.

Fire, ice, lightning and thunder, false dreams, unbreakable reality.

Loki can also do this, and even he can construct illusion magic that is more sophisticated than Chris, and it is not necessarily more logical than the illusion constructed by Chris, but it is more real and more elusive.

This is his natural ability to correct and hide distorted appearances, everything is as natural as breathing without much thought, like the half-truth and half-false promises in his mouth, the lies in his mouth are more sincere and moving than the truth.

This is virtue.

Chris replaced the teacup and teapot with a bottle of good wine, and clinked glasses with Loki with a smile. The light in the wine glass shattered into pieces of phantom, and a fire suddenly ignited in his throat.

Lying is an admirable virtue.

At least with Chris.

You can't ask how good a guy who has spent many years in hell, day and night with the devil can have such a good character, he has not completely fallen into the deepest part of hell, it is already quite a bottom line performance.

He smiled, his pale cheeks stained with a faint blush, and adjusted a posture more suitable for listening.

Loki drank the whole glass of wine boldly, his eyes were still clear and calm, he leaned on the sofa and sank into silent thinking with a serene and solemn look, like a marble statue full of biting blunt coolness, then he narrowed his eyes and pulled slightly The corners of his mouth opened, and the stiff and alienated arc instantly became vivid, making his entire existence seem alive and soft.

As if nothing had happened, he skipped the moment of absent-mindedness just now. When his eyes blinked lightly, those tingling and cold things floating on the surface were stirred to the deepest part and hidden, just like the phantom magic he is good at. , Setsu puts on an illusory but solid armor for himself.

"I lost something on Earth." Loki skipped the unnecessary foreshadowing and probing, he knew very well what kind of information network a businessman like Chris had in his hands, "I need to get it back."

Chris raised his eyebrows slightly, "I don't think that will be more useful than this." He looked at the staff in Loki's hand, and the olive branch sprouted delicate branches and leaves on the top of the staff, "You are not very good at controlling that power. Staff."

For a mage, the more powerful the staff is, the better. A staff that is not suitable enough will only become a bad restriction. Staffs of different lengths, materials and craftsmanship will have different effects, and to be honest, Loki lost in the earth. That can't be regarded as a staff, at best it is an effect amplifier, and it is still an effect amplifier that looks like a tasteless effect made by a layman.

"I admit that the scepter is indeed not so smooth." Loki's fingertips slid across his new staff, and the new olive shoots gathered the leaves as soon as he touched them like a child, and hid them in light brown. and flicked his fingers in a temper.

Loki paused, stroking the shrunken young leaves patiently and consolingly, and continued: "But that staff comes from a powerful existence in the universe, and I don't want to lose his staff unless necessary. treasure."

"Thanos." Chris nodded clearly, "He is not a good partner, whether it is his ambition or pursuit, it is equally unpleasant."

In the established future that the doctor told him, the earth was destroyed, and now it is still like the sword of Damocles hanging above the earth. I don't know when that guy will give him a cold blow.

But the earth should be used to it. From ancient times to the present, the earth has been like a heart-wrenching heroine in a vulgar love story. Any trouble in the universe will eventually involve this remote and technologically backward small planet. , has become a sanctuary for the descendants of countless planets, and also a Waterloo for countless villains who try to conquer the universe.

And according to the spoiler of a mercenary guest who claimed to be able to see through the dimension wall one day, among those villains who fell into the sand on the earth, Thanos is still a very small number of people who really succeeded—at least Temporary success - long-cherished wish achieved.

Although the Thanos in Deadpool's mouth has lofty ambitions and selfless massacres for the sustainable development of the universe, and the idiot, the goddess of death that Chris knows, is completely two personalities.

"It seems that you know a little more than I imagined." Loki smiled without being surprised at all, "Then you should also know that Thanos has never been kind and forgiving, and I cherish my life very, very much."

"The premise of seeking skin from a tiger is to calculate your chips clearly, so as not to lose everything." Chris sighed, "It is obvious that making a deal with Thanos is a bottomless pit of loss. Only a lunatic would choose to follow in his footsteps."

"You have to allow the occasional hothead and impulsiveness." Loki chuckled slyly, "otherwise I wouldn't be sitting here, trying to make my impulsiveness seem less... irresistible."

He drank a whole glass of wine without knowing it. The prince of Asgard has the same capacity for alcohol as his father and brother. Jumping flames.

"Can I understand this as... a declaration of reform?" Chris tapped his knuckles lightly on the armrest of the sofa, and only took a few symbolic sips of the wine in the glass—compared to wine It is true that he prefers black tea, but Loki obviously prefers the taste of spirits to the mellow but bland tea.

Although it is true, it is not very obvious from the surface.

"Rehabilitate?" Loki repeated, laughing as if hearing some joke, "No, of course not." He suppressed his smile and replied arrogantly and as a matter of course, and then slyly added the second half "I prefer to call it a temporary compromise within reason."

"Otherwise I wouldn't be here now, but stay in Asgard honestly..." His tone was cold, and the last words slipped out of his mouth like telling a nasty joke, full of ridicule and sarcasm means, "repentance."

He has never repented, and never will. He will only go forward desperately, with his back straight and his chin raised, and he will never look back, and he will never repent of any mistakes he has made.

He made up for it, but he was only thinking about the longer future and greater interests from the current standpoint, rather than stupidly feeling guilty and longing for some kind of understanding and forgiveness.

It was a paranoid gesture that was almost cruel, but it made Chris show a smile between sincerity and joy.

"Okay, but you know I'm a businessman," Chris said. "You've got to have some leverage to tie me to your chariot."

"And you have to be clear that I'm only looking for profit." Chris's smile is not hypocritical, but it is a bit cold, a bit like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, which makes people feel that the back is rubbed against the cold and slippery touch , "The best at reneging on one's word and turning one's back on the battlefield."

Loki put down the wine glass in his hand, and the suppressed evil in his eyes spread to the corners of his lips, making his smile vicious and cruel, but sincere enough, "Of course I am willing to promise you enough benefits, In the name of Loki, son of Odin, prince of Asgard, rightful king of Jotunheim, god of trickery, I promise you eternal and faithful..."

"Benefit."

People's hearts are fickle and things are impermanent, only interests, only interests are eternal and loyal, and will never betray.

"I'm glad we've reached an agreement on this," Chris said, "my dear friend."

The power of a mage comes from the will, and the power of the will is woven into words. The breath in the throat flows through the lips and teeth, and the energy builds a loose but firm structure in each word, sticking to the world of spirit and soul. The entanglement creates a crumbling but rock-solid connection, like the trust and involvement between him and Loki that is almost equivalent to nothing but does exist.

Subtle yet solid.

When the night was approaching dawn, Loki's figure disappeared into the store, leaving only an empty wine bottle as if he had never been there, and Chris sipped the half glass of wine left in his glass one after another, A trace of Loki's remaining power fluctuations in the air gathered in his hands, and a pinch of flames ignited from the wine glass at his fingertips, and the wine in the flames rolled and steamed mist-like water vapor.

Of course, it’s not just the wine that’s burning, but a smell that’s hotter than the flames and more intoxicating than the wine spreads in the mist, transpiring misty hallucinations rolling mirage-like houses and buildings, speeding past countless scenes from far away, and finally Freezing in a short building with almost no geographical features at all, it shattered like glass in a few seconds, and fell to the ground together with the wine glass in Chris's hand and turned into a large wet spot on the carpet.

But it is enough for the system to capture the key pictures for one-to-one comparison, and accurately locate the location on the earth of the low building that appears in the picture.

Loki wants to get back his scepter on the earth, and Chris wants Hela in hell to be more peaceful and less likely to kill a few of his guests. It just so happens that Chris is very good at tracking and positioning, and Loki is also very good at tracking. I am interested in meeting the eldest sister in hell who I have never known.

It hits it off.

[Should be a secret base of Hydra. ] The system methodically compares the captured screen with all the surveillance cameras that it can hack, and this process takes quite a long time.

It is true that Chris has many faster ways to find Loki's scepter. However, Loki's going to Hell is [-]% to avoid Asgard's pursuit. After persuading Hela, Chris didn't feel that he needed to help him find his scepter so seriously.

But when it comes to Hydra, the system also mentions Hydra's former secret weapon, [that Winter Soldier...]

"Don't worry about him." Chris indifferently skipped over the killer who once shot his past self's head into paste, "It's not interesting to trouble him."

Besides, the spiritual spell he threw last time was enough to confuse his memory for more than half a month. This kind of killer who has been brainwashed and has no self-will at all is like a dead thing like a knife, and has no troublesome value. .

It's better to have fun with Hydra, and it's even more fun.

Thinking so, Chris readily agreed to the system's request to share some Hydra data with Jarvis, and climbed clumsily from his lap to his palm with the MK7 system, although the Luminescent Spirit part was not Chris's. At first I thought of giving him a set of wearable armor, but this scaled-down model is quite restored, and the system can control this small entity to fly, but unfortunately he can't control the balance and always hits order something.

The system rubbed against Chris's palm, wobbled and flew up ten centimeters, fired the cannonball on his shoulder and set off a small firework for Chris.

——His cannonball, which is about the size of a ballpoint pen tip, has only this kind of entertainment effect.

Chris smiled and flicked the head of the system, watching the small gold and red color model flip around a few times in the air, and fell into the teacup on the table.

Tony, who was modifying his latest armor, suddenly felt a chill on his back, couldn't help but sneezed, rubbed his nose and pretended not to see the clock Jarvis projected in front of him.

Although he is indeed a little bit sleepy now, but after looking through the schedule, he has to get up after lying down and sleeping for a few hours. It is better to just work until the end, and by the way, he can take the portable computer that Peter has been looking forward to for a long time. Get the arm armor out - it really doesn't have much technical content, it is equivalent to a casual game on Tony's side.

"Sir, Batman's communication." Jarvis changed Bruce's name to Batman at night. Obviously, Mr. Wayne in Gotham also has a wonderful nightlife that is not lost to Tony. The villains are sent to Arkham to deal with some gangsters who are getting too rowdy, or to call Tony who is also up after the night watch.

"Come in." Tony yawned and temporarily gave up his half-made arm armor. After thinking for a while, he went to the kitchen to get a plate of donuts, and lay on the sofa while eating while talking to Bruce on the other side of the video. call.

"Good evening." Tony opened his mouth and couldn't help yawning again. Recently, his condition has been much better than before. Even if he stayed up late, it was basically because he had some new ideas and was addicted to it. He couldn't bear to let go. This gives him sufficient capital to taunt Bruce on the other side of the video, "You look really bad."

Bruce, who had a gloomy face and a band-aid on his cheek, ignored Tony's sarcasm. To be honest, he was so exhausted that he just wanted to fall into the bed and have a good sleep instead of fighting with Tony.

"Do you have a backup of the surveillance footage from when the Kiritas invaded?" Bruce asked, even though he was very tired now, his eyes were still sharp and calm, without any fatigue.

"I repaired part of it, what's wrong?" Tony asked while asking Jarvis to call out the surveillance backup he had previously repaired—to be exact, he restored almost all the surveillance video he could find after the Battle of New York.

At that time, he wanted to try to find out the real identity of the girl who died in the wormhole, but it was a pity that the mask on the girl's face had considerable anti-tracking technology, and it took him many days to confirm that the girl was with the rescuer. The other heroine of the entire Fifth Avenue crowd is the same person, given their identical masks and clues revealed by certain surveillance videos.

"There are some things I want to confirm." Bruce said as he received the document packaged by Tony, he couldn't help being speechless, "Did you back up the monitoring of the entire New York?"

"More than half of it." Tony covered his mouth and yawned again, "I'm going to bed, I'll talk about tomorrow if I have anything else to say."

Although I have to get up within a few hours of falling asleep now, I should really sleep for a while.

Tony didn't even bother to go back to his room. He lay on the sofa and groped for a blanket from under the coffee table. He closed his eyes and wrapped it around his body before falling into a deep sleep.

Bruce, who was also tired, rubbed his forehead and waited for the file transfer from Tony to finish. The throbbing forehead made him lean back in the chair, and he lost consciousness in a daze.

I've been so tired lately, I'm so tired that I can fall asleep even sitting like this.

Half asleep and half awake, Bruce recalled the scene he had seen before. Jason, who had not revealed his identity, almost fell from the stairs during the fight with him, and a strange girl riding a rabbit motorcycle rescued him.

It also turned Batman into a rabbit by the way.

Bruce only saw the girl once in Gotham, and the second time was in the news reports of the Battle of New York.

That time frame coincides roughly with the time Chris moved from Gotham to New York.

Chris happened to be a good mage. Although Bruce hadn't seen him turn people into rabbits with his own eyes, he had seen some other incredible tricks of his.

A few days ago, he had just witnessed Chris transforming from a man into a woman with ease. Same for women.

Scattered clues were gradually strung together in Bruce's head, but he still needed more evidence to verify his conjecture.

To prove that Anjieka and Chris are the same person.