[Comprehensive British and American] After the mage traveled through the super British world

After the short and brilliant light, there is endless darkness.

In this empty and uninhabited land, without the light of divine power burning, everything returned to nothingness again.

Can't see it, can't touch it.

Cyril was silent.

Regarding the relationship between the power of the undead and the gods, he has been thinking hard after the conversation with Master Ancient One.And as more and more fragments of the original power of the universe were collected, he became more suspicious of the skill "return of all things" that the system gave him through missions.

He has seen the power of the Time Gem, and it can repeat it endlessly for a period of time, creating an independent world with the ending connected.I have also experienced how much power the dark dimension has given Dormammu, and the power of the Phoenix is ​​so hot, domineering, and tyrannical.

But through these, he also clearly realized that possessing the power of gods does not mean that they will always be holy, correct, and upright.

The wars, crimes and greed between the various races from ancient times to the present are in the same line as their Creator.

Perhaps this is what the system really wants to give him.

It is also the true intention of the Goddess of Light to send him to the skirmish against the Lost Legion.

In this world that is neither occupied by the undead, but also survives various original powers of the universe, create a new god with sufficient authority.

As for the birthplace of the power of the undead, his hometown.

Under the mysterious disappearance of those gods with long lives, the fact may be very simple-the gods who are unwilling to use the power of the deformed undead to prolong their lives are dead, and the gods who choose to obtain eternal life have successfully extended themselves. Some of them successfully escaped, and some were in turn swallowed by the power of the undead to nourish and strengthen themselves.

But why did you choose him?

Cyril doesn't know.

Under the last desperate blow, his spiritual power has been slackened, and the originally solid spirit body is gradually becoming transparent.

But he can't fall down at this time, he still doesn't know whether Lucifer has been successfully killed.

The giant dragon that had completely surrendered to him swam over with its scarred body supported. The huge membranous wings on its back had been completely torn apart, and the back half of its body and tail had broken bones. Poor little dog with a limp.

Although this undead dragon had brought a lot of trouble to Cyril, it was the only one accompanying him at this time, and the soul of Kandos, the Valkyrie of the Lost Legion, had long since dissipated in fear, leaving only Get this stupid big guy stuck here without thinking.

Thinking of this, Cyril raised her hand with difficulty, and stroked its forehead lovingly.The elf's fingers exuded a faint light, and the lines of the outline were a little loose.

Watching his fluttering hand brush over the bony bump on his forehead, the giant dragon's huge white eyes trembled, and a few low-pitched whimpers escaped from his throat.Then, it suddenly twisted its body, tilted its head and nodded to Cyril, motioning him to lie on its back.

During the battle, Cyril poured a huge amount of mental power into its body, and at this moment it was easy to understand what it meant.

So, with a sigh of relief, the half-dead elf climbed onto the back of the lame dragon, hugged the opponent's neck, and watched it struggle forward.

Although it looked slow, the dragon's body was already big, and it quickly reached where it wanted Cyril to go.

The elf rubbed his sore eyes and looked down.

A birdman with black wings floated in the air.

It was Lucifer.

Cyril couldn't help but blinked.

It was really thanks to the dragon's keen sense of smell, otherwise, Cyril, who had almost lost his ability to sense the outside world, might not have been able to find Lucifer.

He floated down from the dragon's back and flew to Lucifer's side slowly.

The ruler of hell has not died yet, his clothes have long since become like beggars, and his body is full of blood holes pierced by the sword of light elements, so densely packed that it makes people dizzy.

Seeing Cyril approaching, Lucifer didn't react at all, just opened a pair of green eyes, looking forward dully, there were strands of black air floating out from his eye sockets and nostrils, and soon Dissipated in the boundless darkness.

Cyril was already extremely tired, and wanted to say something sarcasm, but she didn't bother to open her mouth at this time.He stretched out his hand, and used his remaining mental power to conjure an arm-length wand. The top of the wand was inlaid with dark green gemstones, and the bottom was sharpened, which looked like the off-hand weapon he used to use.

Holding a wand in his hand, he bent down and peeled off the tattered coat, revealing his slightly heaving chest under the torn white T-shirt.

It was the same clothes that Sam had been wearing when he disappeared.

The sharp base of the wand was aimed at the location of Lucifer's heart.

Lucifer, who was still in shock just now, took a sharp breath and suddenly woke up. Like a corpse, he raised his hand and tightly grasped Cyril's wand, his eyes were cold and angry.

Cyril held the wand in both hands and pressed down hard.

"If you kill me, you won't survive..." Lucifer said inarticulately with blood in his throat and mouth, "You won't be able to become a new god, and the earth will eventually be occupied by evil and demons..."

The elf's eyes, which were originally full of various lights, were gradually dimming, but he ignored Lucifer's words, neither answering nor stopping his movements.

The wand had pierced Lucifer's skin, and beads of blood rolled out.

"Make a deal with me...I will help you absorb those energies, and then help you deal with the lost army!" Lucifer gritted his teeth, still unwilling.

The corners of Cyril's mouth suddenly curled up, and a chuckle burst out.

The wand pierced sharply through the flesh and blood, passed through the barrier of the ribs, and smoothly inserted into the fist-sized heart without any hindrance.The wand is like a finger, and Cyril can even feel the warmth of the heart that should belong to a human being, beating a little, and then failing.

He bent down, and brought his flawless white face close to Lucifer's ear. Seeing that Lucifer was still struggling, he said softly, "For a majestic regional monarch, facing death, it's better not to be so disgraceful."

A few meaningless growls rolled in Lucifer's throat.

That heart finally stopped beating.

Finally, when the dust settled, Cyril's hand holding the wand quickly let go, and it fell powerlessly to his side.

The enemy died, he won, protected the earth, and defended his dignity.

But in this vast darkness where no one knew anyone at all, he couldn't feel the slightest joy. Instead, his heart seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton, and his intense emotions were blocked. Fortunately, fear, longing and worry were intertwined. In the end, it turned into a vain confusion.

He raised his hand and wiped the corner of his eye.

Very dry and no tears.

Inexplicably, Cyril felt that he wanted to see Clark.

If you tell Clark "I might die", the big stupid man will cry instead.

The dragon carefully bent its huge head, and lightly rubbed against Cyril's arm, but still knocked Cyril staggering.

Cyril looked at the little dragon lying low in front of him, and laughed dumbly. It must have forgotten who locked him in this darkness.

"You used to be the king of the northern ice field, the Frost Dragon King who defeated so many dragon slaying warriors." Cyril sighed and looked down at him, "How did you become what you are today?"

Unhappy, the dragon just yelled at Cyril anxiously and pitifully.

Its pride has long been exhausted in a hundred years of being enslaved by the undead.

"Excuse me..." Just as Cyril and the dragon were leaning together, a faint voice suddenly came from behind them, "What's going on?"

Cyril was taken aback for a moment, then turned around and took a look.

It turned out to be Sam in the soul state.

The body died completely, but his soul was released.

Sam stood there innocently, bewildered, and the big, gentle man seemed to be back.

On the contrary, Cyril was a little vigilant, checked it first, and confirmed that this was not a trap for Lucifer, then floated over, grabbed Sam's wrist, and looked him up and down.

Sam's sudden appearance made the emotional depression that Cyril just fell into inexplicably disappear.

There is someone else who needs him.

Sam was very puzzled, "Where is this?"

Cyril was already very weak, and before he had time to explain to him, he directly opened the door leading to the earth, grabbed Sam's wrist, and dived in.

As for the giant dragon that had briefly accompanied him, Cyril could only regretfully leave it in the dark dimension, because he simply didn't have the conditions to take it out and place it properly.

When they left through the portal, there were a few grievances from the dragon behind them.

Returning to the earth again, time does not seem to have passed.

Cyril took the time to reshape Sam's body, then found the dropped mobile phone where his body disappeared, and called Casidio.

Cassidio has been obediently staying in the cabin, staring at Dean according to Cyril's words, and even followed him to the toilet.After receiving the call from Cyril, he immediately picked up Dean, who was still resisting, and brought him to the Vatican.

Dean, who was still blowing his hair just now, fell silent when he saw Sam standing there intact.

Sam rubbed the back of his head, a little bewildered.

Dean rushed over and grabbed Sam in his arms.Sam, who was hugged by his brother in the fog, froze for a moment, then laughed, showing his shining white teeth.

Xi Ruier stood beside, looking at the picture of the two brothers embracing each other affectionately.

Instead, Cassidio leaned over, stared nervously at Cyril, and asked impatiently, "Successful?"

Cyril wiped his face and covered his eyes with his hands, the sunlight was too glaring for him now, "Successful, Lucifer...is dead."

The dumbfounded Cassidio actually followed Dean's example, opened his arms, and gave Cyril a hug.

Cyril smiled, silently accepting the other party's joy.

Comparing the look of being calmed down by the elf, it seems that Casidio overreacted. The angel let go of his arm in a little embarrassment, and just wanted to ask Cyril what to do with the demons that are still on the earth.

But once he let go of his excitement, Casidio found that something was wrong with Cyril in front of him, and he tilted his head slightly: "What's wrong with you? I feel that you... are very weak."

Cyril was still covering the sun with his hands, the solid spiritual body was slowly fading, and even the shadows on the ground were blurred. He laughed, but no one could see his crooked smiling eyes.

"I'm dying, Cassidio."

Cassidio's joyful mood fell to the bottom in an instant, and he stood there bewildered.

"what are you saying?"

Cyril heard a familiar voice, so familiar that he couldn't help but tear his eyes.

But before he could react, the person behind grabbed his shoulders and turned his body around.

Clark gently but firmly grasped Cyril's wrist, and slowly took it off, revealing Cyril's covered eyes.

A pair of dull and disordered, lifeless eyes.

That was his once shining lover.

Cyril was watched, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, he lowered his eyes, not daring to look at Clark's expression again.

Who can be absolutely decent in the face of death?

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