Nuan Nuan Saves the World [Comprehensive British and American]

Chris has a psychological shadow on the faction battle to a certain extent.

It was like the Waterloo of his life, every time no matter what, something would happen.

For example, because he was unconscious and unable to make a choice, the system automatically judged him to be in the superhero camp.

It’s not about how much Chris wants to join the Hydra camp or how big the gap between the two camps is. After all, what you wear is not what you wear, and anyone with long eyes can tell which side has a better chance of winning. Standing as a superhero is completely lie win.

It's just that something happens every time, which is very uncomfortable in terms of his desire to control.

In addition, Chris is not very repulsed to stand in the same camp with superheroes, although his comrades are currently unaware of this matter, and they are not so active in destroying Hydra.

They all have their own things that they need to be busy with. There are thousands of villains in the world, and the threat of Hydra is really not the biggest threat.

The Flash and Green Arrow have their own cities to maintain order and cannot leave for a long time. After helping to capture the fugitives in Arkham, they rushed back. Batman also has a clown who has not been arrested so far. In order to recover the part of the clown's blood that was spread by Hydra, besides that, the temporary guests in Wayne Manor cannot be thrown aside, not to mention that the government's meeting on the Super British Act will not be postponed because of his busy schedule .

Tony was obliged to help Bruce, but he himself did not get any better. Since Captain America met the Winter Soldier, he has completely turned into a big golden retriever that revolves around fleshy bones. Tony has to find a way to get the S.H.I.E.L.D. Ah, I was fooling around there, every time he confidently said that it is normal for Captain America to save the world so hard and take a two-day vacation, he was always thinking about whether to send those two old popsicles to Siberia to eat the cold wind.

After the Winter Soldier recovers, all the Hydra dens in Siberia will be handed over to Captain America and his comrades-in-arms.

Tony, who had to hang himself on coffee every day (mistake), left a wave of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who came to inquire about the news in anger. He yawned and pulled out his blanket from under the laboratory table, preparing to take a nap.

Thanks to Superman for being willing to help eradicate the newly discovered Hydra den when the captain of the United States is on strike, and to Professor X for letting his students participate in this extracurricular practice that is a bit too exciting. Write it down in your memo, and you must remember to give a bonus in your own name to the hardworking Mr. Clark Kent, and donate a building to the Xavier Youth Talent Academy.

On the other hand, Chris, who was in a coma due to exhaustion of physical strength and sat down to the fact that he is now delicate and weak, is trying to convince Peter that he really just looks bad and is not terminally ill, so there is no need to worry so much that he can't wait Feed him food and replace his legs with a wheelchair, even if he doesn't care about face, it's a bit of a shame for him.

Peter watched with concern as Chris walked slowly in the garden. He had the illusion that Chris would fall at any time. When he saw Captain America following behind the Winter Soldier, his eyes met for a moment. A sense of sympathy and sympathy.

These days, thanks to Professor X’s uninterrupted efforts, the situation of the Winter Soldier has stabilized a lot. Every day, he squats in the garden and eats plums/apples/pears and other fruits seriously in front of the bushes. He looked peaceful and peaceful in this world, even his steel arm was removed by Tony for debugging and repairing, the place where the steel and the body were connected was wrapped in layers of gauze, and the color of the dark topical medicine could still be seen .

The adaptability of steel to the body is not that good. Although Hydra will regularly repair and repair the Winter Soldier, there is still no way to prevent his physical condition from getting worse. What he needs is a long time. The recuperation and rest, these are obviously not given to him by Hydra.

Sensing Chris approaching, the Winter Soldier raised his head vigilantly and arched his back. He looked at Chris for a few seconds before slowly relaxing. He had an instinctive sense of fear towards Chris, perhaps because of Chris' spells. The pain given to him was so deep in his memory that he subconsciously stayed away from Chris, and sometimes handed the plum in his hand to Chris with a face full of reluctance—when he was more awake.

Professor X was powerless to deal with the complex energy in his head, and although Chris offered to help check it out, seeing his face that would die in a second, even the most anxious Captain America declined his offer.

And gently advised him not to hold on, and sitting in a wheelchair for a while will not have any bad effects.

For some reason, Bruce helped him refit a wheelchair and bought a new set of first-aid equipment.

It seems that Chris will enter the ICU in the next second.

It was Miss Zatanna Zaatara who had just returned from London to rescue Chris from such an atmosphere that was almost suffocating. In this situation, she also brought along her boyfriend Mr. Constantine who is currently in love. Mr. Constantine laughed at Chris sincerely as soon as they met, and let Chris fully demonstrate what is the correct fighting method of a mage .

And he really only looks weak, with a pale face and a frail face, he can still push the strong Mr. Constantine into the wall in minutes.

Zatanna happily laughed at her boyfriend and hugged Chris, whom she hadn't seen in a long time.

"Nice to see you Chris," she said with a smile.

"Me too." Chris let Constantine out of the wall for Zatanna's sake, "Is London fun?"

"It's still interesting." Zatana shrugged, "I didn't expect you to be in Gotham now, so I sent the gift to your store."

They are all existences on the mysterious side, and the relationship between mages is inextricably linked. It is old acquaintances, especially for businessmen like Chris, who will never lack friends wherever they go.

Chris laughed, "If you can explain to everyone here that I am fine, that would be the best gift."

"But you are indeed in a weak state now, aren't you?" Zatanna blinked, but she still explained to the superheroes who knew nothing about magic. It's just a sequela of some spells.

If Chris hadn't helped her a lot, she really wanted to see Chris in a wheelchair.

Taking photos as souvenirs can definitely command sky-high prices in the black market.

But with her proof, Chris was finally able to prove openly that his magic effect had completely disappeared as early as half a month ago...

hmmmmmm…

Seeing the Ogham alphabet gradually appearing on Winter Soldier's body under Zatanna's magic, Chris was silent for a few seconds, walked over and pinched Winter Soldier's chin, looked at him, and forcibly invaded his spiritual world.

He can be sure that the effects of his spells will never last until now, and he is not a beginner who has just started learning spells, but the energy structure of the Winter Soldier is indeed the one he often uses.

And it's the kind that only he can use.

Zatanna and Constantine saw the incantation mixed with Ogham letters and Elven language that floated out, and knew that it must be Chris' handwriting. There are only a handful of people who can skillfully use druid magic and elf magic. There is no one but Chris who can mix the two like this.

The Winter Soldier growled and struggled, but he couldn't break free from the hand that Chris was pinching him. He was in so much pain, but he couldn't look away. There was a vague picture of something flashing through his blank and painful mind, which seemed familiar to him. Broken pictures, scattered frames drifting through memory.

Zatana reached out to stop the Captain America who was about to step forward, while Constantine patted Peter who was staring at Chris without daring to breathe, and raised his hands together to form an enchantment, giving Chris a quiet enough time. environment.

"Relax." Zatana comforted softly, "Chris is the best at this."

"To be honest, if we knew he was here, there would be no need for us to come." Constantine added, "Elves and druids are very good at healing and soothing spells."

And in this world where druids and elves have disappeared for thousands of years, only Chris can still use the healing spells of druids and elves.

Although Chris's character really didn't look like someone who was good at healing spells, Bruce stood aside with a stiff face, thinking that this could be included in the most ridiculous jokes he had heard this year.

But Chris is really good at healing spells, especially spiritual healing spells.

The icy blue light shone faintly, layers of ice were spread under his feet, and there seemed to be water dripping under the ice.

Chris's eyes had lost focus, his mind invading the Winter Soldier's mind.

The superficial spirit is a chaotic void, while the deeper memory hides terrifying murderous intentions, repelling all outsiders who try to pry into it.

This is where Professor X stops, and beyond that is a world that no strangers can approach, even the Winter Soldier himself cannot approach.

Chris clicked on the panel and slid his fingertips across the closet.

[Set - Misty Snow, Equipped]

Some system packages act on the spiritual body instead of the physical body, changing the characteristics of the soul.

The chaotic and shattered darkness in front of him suddenly surged, like the howling winter wind, Chris closed his eyes, and felt the cold sting of snowflakes on his face.

His feet stepped on the repeatedly shattered and frozen ice, thick blood and darkness smeared under his feet.

It is only right that the mental body cannot feel the cold, but the darkness and blood color actually convey the deep chill, layer after layer of turbulent layer after layer of ice, with a dirty and desperate atmosphere.

Here is the concretization of memory, not those memories that are often recalled as fresh as yesterday, but those that are thought to have been forgotten and completely disappeared in life.

The deepest part of the spiritual body, the starting point of all souls.

It doesn't have a specific appearance, but because Chris is standing here now, it has changed into the appearance of a frozen lake according to Chris' will.

Only a small part of most people's spiritual world is such an ice lake, but the ice lake of the Winter Soldier has almost spread his entire world.

Bitter cold wind and endless snow added thickness to the frozen lake. When Chris lowered his head, he could see the reflection under the ice. The tail of the fish shone brightly like broken ice.

That is Misty Snow's real appearance, the mermaid swimming in the heart lake.

Chris leaned down and slowly closed his eyes, feeling his body gradually melting into the wind and snow, and his consciousness passed through the thick ice along with the wind and snow.

The girl under the ice suddenly opened her eyes.

Those eyes are bluer than sea water.

Chris swung his fishtail to adapt to this brand-new way of moving. The surrounding dark colors formed a series of undercurrents with great resistance. Countless memories belonging to the Winter Soldier and Sergeant Barnes flowed and churned in the lake. Chris reached out and pushed away those Memory, trudging against the direction of the dark tide, the tail flicked and dived deeper and deeper, getting closer to the center of the lake, he could gradually see the source of those dark colors - a drop of black-red liquid, like a drop of water in water Ink, dyed a pool of clear water into a dark color.

And Chris is quite familiar with this drop of liquid. The high-spec energy body that he kryptonized at the beginning exudes exactly the same fluctuations as this one, probably because the barrier of time was broken and contaminated on the Winter Soldier at that time, although it was only very It's a small part, but it's not a problem to interfere with the already chaotic and fragile mental body of the Winter Soldier.

Chris moved his fingertips to gather the drop of liquid into his hands and let the system dispose of it. The icy lake became turbulent due to the instantaneous energy imbalance. Chris emptied his suit and pulled out of the icy lake. The vortex rolled and rushed through the ice, and even in the spirit Chris could hear the Winter Soldier's scream of pain.

Chris took a breath and adjusted his breathing. Sensing the passing wind and snow with his fingertips, he sang the aria of the elves loudly.

The sky was full of wind and snow, and the singing voice spreading from the deepest part of the soul came from all directions like a tide.

In the age of mythology, the elves will sing on the last night of winter. Their singing will reach every corner of the world with the breeze and flowing water, washing away the sins of the souls of the penitents, and comforting the exhaustion and suffering of those who have gone through ups and downs. Drive away the cold and depression of the whole winter, and welcome the joy and budding spring.

Holy and aria, that's what Chris calls the piece.

Happiness and warmth, hope and beauty, Chris has been surrounded by these things countless times. He sits on the branch of the elf forest and clumsily chases the undulating tune and rhythm. Floating in his memory.

So he will never be swallowed by darkness, even if he is in the endless night.

The turbulence of the frozen lake gradually calmed down, and the wind and snow that weakened a lot formed thin ice floes on the surface of the lake. The lake water was still deep and dark, but it seemed much clearer and quieter.

Chris's consciousness disappeared in the wind and snow, and he slowly returned to his body. After humming the final high-pitched and misty ending of the aria, he caught the Winter Soldier who fell down with his eyes closed.

"Come on, cough cough, help me." Chris opened his mouth only to find that his voice was hoarse, and coughed twice before making a sound, "He is too heavy."

The Captain America, who was in a trance, just woke up like a dream, and hurried over to take the Winter Soldier from Chris.Part of his consciousness is still immersed in the world constructed by the singing, and he feels like he is floating without touching the ground.

The more painful the soul's reaction to the holy and aria, the more obvious Bruce's eyes were, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Constantine buried his face on Zatana's shoulder, trying to hide the damp heat in his eyes.

Chris rubbed his forehead, leaned back obediently, and sat on the wheelchair that Peter pushed over in time.

"It's a bit complicated," he said.

Although he has already helped the Winter Soldier deal with the effects of spells, the invasion of the energy body, but the damage that has been done and the sequelae of frequent brainwashing are not so easy to cure.

It's a headache just thinking about it.