Nuan Nuan Saves the World [Comprehensive British and American]

The gemstone on the Rocky Scepter is a stable and extremely active energy body, which means that it is actually not so easy to be polluted by external energy. Even if it is an energy body of the same level, the more likely situation is mutual Collide rather than merge.

However, that black flocculent impurity did silence the active energy of the gemstone. The mist seemed to be covered with a layer of shackles, and it was almost impossible to sense the energy that the gemstone should have.

The source of the impurity cannot be ascertained, but it is indeed extremely dangerous.

So Chris is also very cautious in his actions this time. While covering the magic workshop with layers of tortoise shells, he also put layers of defensive spells on himself. It is magnificent and bright, very Disney style dreamy and fairy tale.

It's a pity that the person wearing a robe that looks like moonlight is not a beautiful and elegant princess, but a black-hearted businessman who cheats people to death. When Chris put the box containing the scepter on the experimental table, Tony was still muttering, saying It feels more reassuring to keep the scepter in the laboratory of the mansion.

After all, such a magic workshop created by using spells in the open air always makes people feel unreliable.

Compared with Tony, Peter is more concerned about Chris' safety. However, among the three mages present, only Chris has accepted the complete mage inheritance. Pragmaticists can only tell him that the experiment will inevitably have certain dangers, and the preparations made by Chris are not very dangerous.

So Peter could only touch the bracelet nervously, ready to put on his battle suit and rush into the magic workshop to save people.

Chris is arranging the last few nodes of defensive spells. He seems to be a little too cautious in this matter. Who makes him always have an inexplicable sense of tension in this matter, as if the box in front of him is In Pandora's box, there is an extremely terrifying shadow disaster hidden in it.

He chooses to believe in his own premonition—an unstable soul is not all bad, when his connection with the physical body decreases, his connection with the world also increases, so he is more sensitive than others, His intuition is also more accurate.

Chris even seriously considered the possibility of directly removing the gemstones on the scepter, but considering the unreliability of the system itself, he finally did not adopt this too variable solution.

After installing the last few nodes, when Chris raised the staff, all the spells attached to the magic workshop lit up brightly or darkly, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes and wanted to cry. Peter quickly pressed the Twice the bracelet and put on the battle suit, adjusted to the angle of view that shields the light, and stared at Chris's direction with all his might.

He happened to capture the scene of black mist gushing out from the box in front of Chris, and the mist gathered together to form a slim figure of a woman. That familiar figure made Peter feel alarmed, and he rushed forward without thinking. .

He saw Chris froze and remained motionless in the black mist, and the woman's figure swayed slightly. It was obviously just a shadow with an invisible face, but it was enough to make people imagine countless romantic and charming faces.

The figure swayed and stretched out its arms to wrap around Chris's neck, seeming to be smiling softly and charmingly. At that moment, Peter felt that his soul would float away, if it wasn't for the dagger he stuffed in his clothes was hot As thorns grew and pierced his skin, the pain made him concentrate, and he probably really lost consciousness.

But at that moment, Chris really lost consciousness. His soul was so stiff that he couldn't move. He could even clearly realize what state he was in. The system hummed crazily and flashed out large blocks of garbled codes. He stared fixedly at the black figure in front of him, that figure was slim and graceful, mysterious and alluring, when approaching, it seemed as if the hem of death's skirt brushed past his eyes.

His soul was irresistibly attracted by the breath of death, the figure stretched out its arms around his neck, raised its head and kissed his lips.

The cold breath entangled from the tip of the tongue and poured into the throat, flowing into the limbs and bones, every drop of blood was as cold as freezing and lost its vitality. The figure held his hand, and Chris was uncontrollably caught by the figure. Pull away.

Everything around him disappeared, only endless darkness surged around him, he let his consciousness wander, even though the deepest part of his consciousness was struggling to get out of control, but more parts of his soul were addicted to it. In the midst of death, drowning took away all his breathing, causing him to keep falling downwards.

fell into death.

He died once, and his soul belonged to death, so his half of humanity drowned in death without resistance.

He finally saw the appearance of that figure, and glimpsed the essence of that figure before seeing the face. The appearance of the fake Morgana was rotten and withered, and the figure that opened his arms to embrace him was the symbol of all death in this world. Concretization.

Or in other words, the Goddess of Death who haunts Thanos with half the life in the universe to please her.

One of the oldest and highest beings in the entire universe.

Cold, mysterious, cruel yet equal and inclusive, the characteristics of death gather in her, forming an irresistible terrifying charm.

She is darkness itself, the whole world.

So I can't break free, I can't escape.

Like a flying insect sealed in resin, its wings cannot move, and it looks at the dark world sluggishly, unable to respond.

"You can't go back." The woman's voice was hoarse and sexy, and the wet and cold breath slid over Chris's skin, "You can't go back."

This is the level of death, where time and space interweave in parallel. Even if Chris escapes from here, the probability of Chris falling back to the original interweaving node of time line and space line is basically equal to zero.

"Why don't you stay?" She caressed Chris's cheek lingeringly. The existence of only half of the human soul is perfectly suitable for the darkness, as if he was born to belong to the darkness and belong to death, just like this death that has been silent for countless years There was also a glow, "You should belong to me."

Oh, she does have a preference for certain lives, such as the Thanos who is willing to sacrifice half of the life in the universe for her, or the glib Deadpool who always makes her feel happy. She has a preference for them, yes, but for In terms of her long life, it was more like a meaningless condiment.

Only at this moment, she wanted to keep the soul in front of her in her own world, this soul that should have belonged to her long ago, but escaped from her fingertips.

As a dazzling decoration, as a beautiful and long-lasting collection, it embellishes this boring world that has been dead for too long like a morning star.

She can feel the endless possibilities hidden in this soul, like a seedling that is still weak, but will eventually grow to the position of her shoulders, a rare species that has never appeared in this world, and is most suitable for planting in her In the garden.

Shovel away his soil, snuff out his sunshine, cover up the rain and dew, and turn the towering tree into a flower that blooms only for her. The soft vines can only cling to the darkness to survive, and the delicate petals can't even withstand the slightest wind. blowing rain.

After all, in this world, there is no need for another powerful existence who can match her strength.

Chris didn't know what the Goddess of Death was thinking. He just heard a call and was pulled hard by something, and saw traces of bright colors in the darkness.

Being dragged from the drowning, there was a slight uplift that made him gasp and clear. .

"Chris—!" The voice came from a long distance, and Chris followed his instinct and struggled towards the light, as if catching a thread of spider crawling out of hell, before the resin condensed into amber, desperately Spread your wings.

Although it broke in a flash, he managed to free his soul from the control of the Goddess of Death. He turned back and pushed away the shadow wrapped around him, panting heavily, and what his fingertips touched was the smooth and fair skin.

His soul collapsed and drowned in death, he could see that his fingertips were gradually stained with the dark color of death, the figure pushed away by him was covered with a woman's delicate and charming skin, the strange face was unparalleled in this world, and his gestures Enough to evoke the most natural desires of human beings.

The Goddess of Death smiled leisurely, and stretched out her hand to him, as if she was sure that Chris could not resist her temptation. She didn't need any more actions, and she was a symbol of temptation.

Death itself goes with desire.

Belong to me, obey me, bow down to me, be captivated by me.

After a moment of silence, Chris sighed softly, with a resigned and helpless smile on his face, he stretched out his hand and stroked the snow-white arm of the Goddess of Death, and his fingertips fell on her lips. Obligatory yet arrogant.In this world, she is the master of everything.

Her neck was as white and slender as a swan, and Chris bent down and kissed her neck in silence.

With a stinging kiss, he could almost smell blood.

If it weren't for death itself, there would be no blood.

"No." Chris raised his eyes, and the light-colored pupils burst into deep dark colors.

"I reject."

He does not belong to death, he belongs only to himself.

The spell that has been quietly woven between fingers for a long time tore open a small gap in this world. After death, there is a chaotic and distorted world line. No one knows where the end of those colorful colors is. Chris rushed into it without hesitation. In the small gap, the consciousness was immediately washed away by the tide of time and space.

[Faction War...Faction War——Alarm——]

[Acquire Set - Flame Radiance]

[ALERT ALERT--Data Stream Collapse--]

The information brushed out by the system was washed to pieces, darkness and light came one after another, and fell heavily.

The last piece of news is almost impossible to piece together into a sentence.

[Using skills...]

[Skill……]

[Skill True Love Kiss...]

If a pure hearted man loves her, he can wake her up - "Sleeping Beauty"

The magic workshop is supported by strings of moonlight-like silk threads, and thorns are wrapped around each thread, forming small flower buds.

Pale red, still with dew.

The man with his eyes closed among the thorns seemed to be in a dark and sweet dream, his lips lost the color of blood and his face was pale, black mist flowed over him, like a beautifully crafted doll.

Standing beside Chris, Peter was stiff all over, but his face was red, his ears were red and his eyes were red, and he didn't dare to put it on Chris.

His fingers were soaked in cold mist, entangled with the black mist flowing from Chris' body.

"Are you sure this will work?" Tony couldn't help raising his eyebrows suspiciously, crossing his arms. "I thought Sleeping Beauty was just a fairy tale."

"Art comes from life." Zatanna said, the staff picked out beautiful light spots, and the stars fell on the black mist. "The sleeping spell must be awakened by kissing. This is the oldest spell of witches."

"Well, although I feel more and more like I'm in a Disney story." Tony shrugged and reluctantly accepted the professional's explanation, frowning and watching Peter's wide-eyed and red face, "Do you have to go? "

"He has the breath of Chris." Zatanna gestured to the dagger in Peter's hand, the branches wrapped around the hilt were stained with blood, and the runes of the Ogham alphabet exuded golden brilliance, "K Reese's soul does not reject him."

There are countless protective spells on Chris's soul, and of course the person with the highest compatibility is chosen to do this.

"It's just a very simple ceremony. It won't be dangerous to enter Chris's consciousness to wake him up." Constantine added.

The Maleficent Curse is not a high-end magic, and there is no danger except that the method of breaking the curse is a bit embarrassing. Besides, he and Zatanna are watching from the side, and Peter's consciousness can be pulled back immediately in any situation.

Peter squeezed his fingers nervously, took a deep breath, put his hands next to Chris's face and struggled for a while, then closed his eyes and bent down, carefully touching Chris's lips.

Cold, soft, with hints of mint and rosemary.

Peter seemed to see something in a trance, closed his eyes and fell on Chris.

The buds on the thorns suddenly bloomed into bright red flowers like blood.