Nuan Nuan Saves the World [Comprehensive British and American]

The metal structure Peter found underground was confirmed to be a well-hidden secret room after more precise detection, which also explains why the kidnapper who escaped from the building did not find any traces in the surrounding surveillance. It's just that when Peter and the others broke in, they found that someone had already stepped in first, leaving them with corpses all over the floor.

The experimenters in white coats and the guards with live ammunition shrunk like mummies dried up in a pyramid for thousands of years. There was no resistance wound on their bodies, only a cut in the neck, and their bodies were like rotten and dehydrated dead wood. Even the slightest tremor would break. It was cut into several pieces, and the head rolled down from the neck and stopped at Peter's feet. The muddy and dry eyes stared straight at him, and the cold sweat would ooze out in the blue sky and daylight.

The whole scene was so clean that there was no blood, no trace of blood could be detected in the room, and the monitoring also lost the picture at a certain moment, and when the picture reappeared a few seconds later, there were already dead bodies all over the floor. Even Li Li's position has not changed from before he died, where he stood a few seconds ago, he will die there a few seconds later.

Peter rubbed his arms, but he was surprisingly not that scared, and he even acted as one of the most calm and calm - forced calm is also a kind of calm, he spent a few seconds to organize his thoughts, When Batman was copying the data in the computer, Peter took a deep breath and muttered non-stop. He used to use this method to relieve the tension in his heart. He looked around and found a small stick, and squatted down to pick the corpse away. tops.

He was quite impressed with this kind of corpse and the scene. In the thick book Chris gave him that contained all kinds of "common sense", he had seen similar pictures and similar corpses. There are similar scenes, and I have seen similar illustrations and text descriptions many times. Different paragraphs in different chapters describe certain ancient sacrificial rituals.

Yes, some, different approaches but the core is the same.

Sacrificing life and death, gaining power, life, appearance, love and even everything you want, the more you sacrifice, the more you can get, the more pious you worship, the more powerful you are, it sounds like the evil wizard in the story However, it is actually a very widely spread and commonly used method.

The most well-known product of this method is the Philosopher's Stone, which often appears in various novels and legends. It can allow short-lived humans to obtain a magic stone with a near-eternal lifespan. There are tens of thousands of human lives as the price behind each piece. .

Therefore, each Philosopher's Stone basically appeared during the war years, and the gods who symbolize death have always been the most difficult objects to please.

It's just that in most cases, the sacrificers will not go too far like the corpses in front of Peter. Ninety-nine out of ten times their sacrifices are animal offal. Occasionally, the demand for live sacrifices is to go to the slaughterhouse to buy a pig. The return of cattle and sheep is a society ruled by law. No one wants to get involved in a life lawsuit for such a small matter, like this method of draining all the vitality of the sacrifice at one time, or it is like praying for the gods. It goes beyond the routine, such as praying for the resurrection of the dead, or the priest himself is already at the end of his battle and needs a lot of vitality to replenish his vitality.

Otherwise, it is both.

Peter looked at the black and purple bruises on the chest of the corpse, which were the same as those in the pictures in his memory, and sighed. He raised his hand and greeted the busy adults gathered on the other side.

According to the book Chris gave him, the sacrifice itself is closely related to the ability of the priest. If the weak one is killed, it is the level of killing a chicken or a sheep. If you want to support this level of sacrifice, the other party must An extremely powerful wizard.

How powerful is it?

Peter didn't know much about it, but he was so powerful just thinking about it.

He rubbed his chilly arms, but felt that the sense of crisis that had been haunting him suddenly disappeared.

Peter let out a long sigh of relief, and when he lowered his head to meet the cloudy and yellow eyes of the corpse, he still couldn't help trembling in his heart, and whispered a few spells that Chris taught him.

A spell that sends souls wandering in the human world to the realm of the dead.

Although in terms of the condition of these corpses, the spell he chanted was of no use.

Gotham is a bit too clean right now.

Most of the undead wandering around the streets and alleys due to various obsessions had disappeared. Chris squeezed the soil from the ground, and the wet soil left a faint stain on his hand.

He leaned closer and smelled it, and there was a fishy smell of rust.

There is no wandering of the dead, but even the soil is full of blood.

It seems that the situation is worse than he imagined.

If Mr. Wayne knew about it, nine out of ten he would blow it up.

But in terms of danger, it seems that his own shop assistant is more dangerous.

Chris took off the earrings on his ears, and the fine mantras surrounded his fingertips, which were reorganized and woven along with his whispered chanting. The originally densely gathered mantras stretched and scattered, Ogan The letters are arranged one by one like vines, forming the hilt and turning into the blade. A ray of light hangs down from the tip of the sword, and is pulled from the tip to the hilt. texture.

When the brilliance dissipated, the earrings in Chris's hand had turned into a short sword made of gold. The blade was wrapped in patterns of branches and leaves, and layers of spells flowed on the hilt. Chris dug out the courier bag from the closet. The expert (not) Qingluan handed over the dagger in his hand.

The Fluorescent Spirit - Qing Luan's Letter, the light blue bird landed on Chris's shoulder and gave Chris a very individual mouthful, before grabbing the handle of the short sword with its paws, flapping its wings, and fluttering away.

Although still very dissatisfied.

It doesn't expect Chris, a gringo, to understand the so-called beautiful legends such as blue birds don't pass on clouds and foreign letters, but even if it is true that it can go up to heaven and down to hell and even run around alien planets, it can't be okay. Use it as a free express delivery, what Jade Bird conveys is the love between lovers, not deadly heavy goods and dangerous goods that are prone to explosions!

Qingluan, who was full of resentment, would have wanted to express his dissatisfaction by throwing the things on his paws casually if he hadn't been supported by his own strong racial nature, but the anger that could not be vented was finally vented by him trying to stop him. On the crow, he swiftly fanned the black-feathered birds without eyes into a bald chicken, croaked a few times proudly and flapped his wings, and slowly arranged his feathers in the woods outside Wayne Manor , after dressing himself brightly, jumped into the window with the most graceful posture, and threw the dagger on his paw in front of Peter.

Well, this young man looks really nice.

Qingluan, who has been baptized by Chris's wonderful guests all the year round, never imagined that one day she would finally be able to see the standard expression of shyness and joy on Chris's recipient. Surrounding her in a circle, looking from head to toe from top to bottom, even Qingluan's small brain couldn't help but sigh.

How could such a good boy blindly look at that black-hearted bastard Chris at such a young age? It must be Chris, the shameless young man who seduces others and has no experience in the world.

That must be the case.

Qingluan folded its wings and gracefully landed on Peter's shoulders. The bird with a wingspan of more than one meter wide stepped on Peter's shoulders left and right, making several clear and resonant calls.

Chris is probably going to have a crush on that woman named... well... Anyway, she is a very powerful woman for a while, and of course it is responsible for protecting the cute little shop assistant of Chris's family during this time, Qingluan looked at Peter Mingming The clear eyes nodded in satisfaction, and rubbed his cheek affectionately amidst the young man's flattered cry.

Alas, a flower stuck in cow dung is really a sad thing for the bird.

Mr. Chris Cow Dung Elf sent a text message to Peter to ask him to help take care of the Qing Luan who likes to add drama to himself. The parts of the fluorescent spirit will not be included in the suit parts. A little bit of a child often made him feel like a parrot, but it is still quite reliable in terms of combat effectiveness. With it watching over there, he can free up his hands to concentrate on dealing with Morgana. That lady witch has never been soft-hearted and soft-hearted. The character is full of courage and personality, but to be honest, many times Chris can't quite figure out what's going on in her mind.

But one thing he is sure of - he will be the best target when he is here, he doesn't need to look for traces of Morgana, just find a suitable place to wait, and within a few hours the one who will kill himself Miss Witch whose perception spreads to the entire Gotham City will hear the news.

Engulfed in endless resentment and anger, Chris attacked like a storm as soon as he appeared on the stage, so that Chris didn't even have time to say his opening remarks.

That's not very respectable.

Chris, who had been taught a bunch of inexplicable problems by elves and druids, frowned slightly, and took a few steps back, the dark lines on his clothes lit up one after another. This spell splits space and cuts off the flow of time, temporarily cuts off the connection between Morgana and Gotham, and shifts the battlefield to a direction that is beneficial to him.

After all, he doesn't know how far Morgana has managed in Gotham. No matter how much monitoring is done in Gotham, it is not so difficult for mages to really do something. For example, Chris was in Bruce's eyes. Bottom... ahem.

In short, Chris is not willing to fight the opponent on the premise that the opponent is suspected of carrying a large-capacity rechargeable battery.

What if it accidentally overturns.

Right.

There is nothing wrong with being careful.

It’s a bit like the masking operation commonly used when retouching pictures, temporarily splitting this space to another level. If you look at it from a farther place, you will only see two people who were originally standing in that position and disappear instantly. In place.

Then a car came staggeringly from a distance, and the tattered cargo box of the small truck was locked in circles with chains. Sometimes bumps were smashed on the steel plate, and the driver at the front was smoking a low-quality cigarette as if he hadn’t heard it. He turned the steering wheel and the car made a sharp turn, attracting a wave of people with dirty words in the car. Yelling and cursing.

"Are you okay?" A young man in a worn-out jacket in the carriage grabbed the "passenger" who almost fell beside him, and asked kindly. His voice was very low and his face was full of stubble, and the roots of his black-dyed hair could still be seen A hint of gold.

It's a pity that the passenger who was grabbed by him didn't accept his good intentions, rolled his eyes at him and cursed "Go away, Kiwi", then turned his head and punched the little gangster who was rude to his parents on the other side body.The gangster seemed to have taken some medicine, his face was distorted and he was beaten and he was still giggling weirdly, the corners of his mouth pulled out into weird arcs, his hair was dyed green with low-quality dyes, like a clumsy and clumsy clown.

Kiwi?

The young man stroked the beard that had grown on his face for several days and blinked, and kicked the thugs who gathered together and laughed.

Although this kind of mindless fighting is not very in line with the fighting spirit of Captain America, it seems to be the fastest way to integrate into this chaotic and disorderly small group to establish their own status.

He and the passenger next to him seem to be the only outsiders in this group, like putting a vigorous catfish into a group of sardines that have been resigned to life and lifeless. The land is very similar.

The small van bumped and turned several turns, and stopped in front of a building with a large retro-style iron gate. Today, for some reason, the extraordinarily bright morning light shone on the iron-cast letters, spelling them out word by word. The name of the destination.

Arkham Asylum.

One of Gotham City's most famous tourist attractions (by mistake).

There are only two people standing in the compartment of the truck. Captain America in disguise smiled kindly at the unfriendly passenger, "Hello." He took the initiative to say hello, "My name is... Steve husband."

Thanks to the superstar (?) Captain America who has lasted since World War II, one of the worst street names in the United States is Steve. Parents are happy to give their children a name like an idol, hoping that he can grow into a A man as righteous and brave as Captain America.

So the passenger didn't suspect Steve's identity at all, grabbed his short brown-red hair and snorted impatiently, and held Steve's hand.

"Jason." He also called out a name that was too common, meaning to shake hands with Steve, then turned his head and squinted at the slowly opening cargo door.

Outside the door was a doctor with a strange face and a warm smile on his face, as if the patient in front of him was really transported from another place.

Jason gasped in annoyance, and got out of the van with his hands in his pockets.

I'm so annoying.

He thought, restraining the urge to explode on the spot.

Even if the existence of Arkham disgusted him and even wanted to blow it up to the sky, he still hated any flies flying into it.

It's like someone put a cockroach in his breakfast and ruined his mood for the whole day every minute.

Walking behind, Steve nonchalantly rubbed the locator on the corner of the truck with the sole of his foot, reviewing the information Tony threw to him before departure.

Through the Hydra base that was wiped out last time, they tracked down the Arkham Asylum in Gotham City. They didn't know what Hydra wanted to do, but according to the deciphered documents, they would send it to Ahmad in the name of delivery every once in a while. Cam transports a fair amount of live test subjects, ranging from animals to humans.

With most of the information destroyed, Tony contacted Bruce to exchange information and confirm the situation, and at the same time arranged for Steve to successfully sneak into a truck that "supplied" Arkham based on the existing clues.

They had to figure out what the Hydra lurking into Gotham was doing as soon as possible, so although Bruce was a little unhappy with Tony's arrangement of killing first and playing later, he didn't say much.

Compared with Tony, he wanted to have a good talk with his second son who ran into Arkham without saying a word during the rebellious period, especially about safety issues.

Then I thought of Chris' call that he said was an inquiry but actually a notification, and the figure who deliberately walked past the surveillance to say hello to him.

Today, Mr. Bruce Wayne still feels his stomach throbbing with pain.

The author has something to say:

Master: Pain in the brain [rubbing the forehead]

Male lead: Long time no see hee hee :)