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

Clark let go of Cyril's wrist.

He hasn't gotten over the shock of Cyril's "I'm going to die", and he just feels ridiculous and annoying in his heart, and he, who has always been gentle, can't even say a word of comfort.

what to say.

In fact, he should have gotten used to it by now.

From first meeting until now, from admiring friend to confessed lover, this annoying elf has always been like this.

I rushed to the most dangerous place, came back with a lot of pain, and then threw myself into his arms tearfully, as long as I could get a few words of comfort, I would be satisfied, and then I would leave him to take risks alone next time.

It is a lie to say that his comrade-in-arms is the most suitable for his mage status.

A powerful superman can resist the solar storm, defeat Hela, the god of death, and knock down the head of the lost legion with Gungnir, but he never understands how treacherous and multifarious the magic battlefield the elves are in. Change.

In fact, Clark thought, he was angry with himself.

"What else can I do?"

Clark lowered his head, there was only tenderness in his sky blue eyes.He asked softly, covering up the anger in his heart tightly.At this time, he didn't want Cyril to feel the slightest negative emotion on him.

Cyril could feel Clark's gaze, and that warm, loving force field wrapped him airtight, giving him an illusory and beautiful sense of security, as if the afterglow of the past was still there, he It's just an elf wandering in the woods without knowing the heights of the sky and the earth.

But in the end, he just shook his head with a wry smile: "I don't know... I don't know what the most important link I'm missing is. This universe is still very young, and there are imprints left by gods almost everywhere. None of the unclear original powers of the universe have disappeared. It is impossible for me to gather all of them."

Clark groaned softly.

He regretted it, regretted why he had no interest in magic in the past, and didn't even learn a little bit, but subconsciously felt that a mage like Cyril was enough for this.

While they were talking, the witcher brothers and Cassidio came closer.

Many people know that Cyril is collecting the original power of the universe, but the three of them are completely confused.But listening, Casidio frowned, and couldn't help asking: "If you collect these original powers to deal with the undead, will the most important link be the source of the undead's most fear?" strength?"

Cyril watched his arms gradually become transparent, and the brilliant golden sunlight of southern Europe penetrated his body, leaving a faint shadow on the ground.His vision gradually became blurred, and he could no longer see Casidio, so he could only turn his head, face the source of the voice, and said, "I have considered this...but the most powerful force against undead at present is punishment and purification." I already have both the light power of the soul and the power of the phoenix that can transform all energy into non-attribute energy."

Cassidio also lowered his head in disappointment.

But to everyone's surprise, a picture suddenly flashed in Clark's mind.

In the cave in hot Africa, in the humid rainforest where insects and birds were singing, the plague knight in a cheap suit spread his hands and said a word to the enemy in front of him helplessly.

"Without death, you will face more terrifying monsters."

When the devil Lucifer appeared, both Clark and Cyril thought that the most terrifying monster in the mouth of the plague knight was Lucifer.

After all, the information from the heavenly books tells them that only by collecting the rings of the four knights of the apocalypse can Lucifer be sealed back to hell.

With the efforts of Chaoying, famine, war and plague were subdued, and the rings on their hands were all taken away by Cyril.But it is also because of their effective efforts that there has not been a large-scale death event on the earth.

Clark felt as if the truth was only a veil away from him, and he could lift it at any time.

"It's death..." Clark looked at Cyril, with hope shining in his eyes, "The undead are deformed souls, undead monsters, and only real death is what they fear most."

Cyril looked at Clark, but there was only a blurry shadow in front of him, only those eyes that were as pure as the sky and as blue as the deep sea seemed to break through his vision and imprinted firmly on the cerebral cortex.

He still has hope, Cyril thought to himself, how beautiful a pair of hopeful eyes are, how unwilling he is to kill Clark's hope with his own hands.

"But have you ever thought," Cyril's voice was light and light, "how can we have death?"

The scene fell into silence.

After half a minute, only Cassidio suddenly realized. He remembered the record in the Book of Revelation and read it out word by word: "They are given authority to kill a quarter of the earth with the sword, famine, plague, and beasts. people."

Clark's face darkened suddenly, he opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Yes, he should have thought of that earlier.

When they came into contact with the Plague Knight, it was Cyril who first noticed something was wrong, and suggested that Clark add some more words. The elf who was more familiar with religious fables and heavenly books was also the elf who had the most contact with Cassidio, and even Cyril Regarding the understanding of the undead, how could he not guess that what they fear most is real death?

It's just that Cyril understands what price he needs to pay to gain the power of death.

The one-fourth human life on earth recorded in the book of Revelation may be an exaggeration, but it is also the life of hundreds of millions of people.

If he really died, than knowing that there was a way to save him, but Clark couldn't do it, it would be better for Clark to think that there was no way to save his life in this world.

This is the last tenderness he left for Clark.

The tears that Clark had been holding back welled up, and those clear eyes became moist all of a sudden.

He remembered the first and only conflict between the two of them. Cyril said that in order to defeat the Lost Legion, he would not cherish human life.

At that time, Clark was the most powerful superhero on Earth. He said to the elf without shame: "Next time if something like this happens again, I will get ahead of you and use just and legal means to achieve my goal."

But the fact is that when he really got to this point, he found that he was powerless.

He absolutely cannot slaughter innocent lives on the earth with his own hands in exchange for the chance of Cyril to survive, so he can only watch Cyril die.

Also enjoy the elf's thoughtfulness for him at the last moment of his life.

Clark felt his tears slide down his cheeks, and the elf standing opposite him raised his hand and wiped it lightly for him, as lightly as anything.

"Don't be like this," the translucent elf smiled, "Heinciri is absolutely willing to kill everyone in the universe just to get me, but that's not what I want. It's my honor to know you, let me understand How precious is true kindness, integrity, and gentleness. If I die, it will depend on you and others to defeat the Lost Legion."

Clark cried even harder.

At this moment, he even hated himself.

Clark has always been unable to guess the elf's mind.So he was the one who first felt that he was secretly in love, and he was the one who asked Xi Ruier out for coffee, dates, and confession.

After getting the reply that was neither a rejection nor an agreement, it was he who mustered up the courage to kiss his beloved.Sometimes he can't even figure out whether this elf, who is supposed to be alone all his life, really understands what love is.

Only now did he fully understand that Cyril really loved him.

Dean, Sam, and Cassidio watched in silence as the two embraced, their faces heavy.

They had already observed a moment of silence for this comrade-in-arms who had known each other for a short time in advance.

Cyril's body became lighter and lighter, almost melting into the air.The messy colors on his body are also getting lighter, and the golden sunlight halos him. He looks very similar to when we first met.

"Perhaps I can interrupt the parting drama of those two lovebirds?"

Just when everyone had almost acquiesced that the situation was irretrievable, an old and hoarse voice suddenly sounded from a corner where no one was paying attention.

Everyone's eyes widened in surprise, they turned around and looked back.

It was an old man in a black overcoat, leaning on a crutch with a skull in his hand, his black hair was combed back, and the hair oil was so smooth that it could be seen.He was already very old, but the muscles on his face did not sag, but the various lines were very obvious, which made people feel cold and gloomy.

Cassidio's throat rolled, and he could hardly suppress his excitement. He reached out and grabbed Dean's sleeve tightly, and whispered, "That's the death knight! It's death!"

The death knight walked towards them with a paralyzed face.

Wherever they passed, the demonic remnants left by Lucifer all fell down, as if they were drained of life in an instant.

Even Strange, who was still fighting the demon not far away, had to temporarily stop what he was doing, pinching his nose and hiding away.

Death walks lightly, even very gentlemanly, with a personable demeanor.He walked up to Cyril, pinched his face with his hand, turned his eyes like dead wood, and said: "This kid is dying, I will die for him."

Clark subconsciously blocked Cyril behind him and faced the death knight: "I won't let you take him away."

"It's just you?" The death knight laughed without any fluctuation, "Then do you know that I was once God's death-bearer?"

Cassidio stood there in a daze as if struck by lightning.

On the contrary, Cyril, who couldn't see clearly in the blur, was a little surprised when he heard the death knight's words.He poked his head out from behind Clark and asked, "Do you really possess the power of death that even the gods cannot resist?"

The death knight had a pair of eyes that were indifferent to wind and rain, but at this moment he glanced at Cyril with interest: "No one can escape death, child."

"Then why did you appear in the world? Didn't the Plague Knight say that your plan failed?"

I don't know why, but Cyril is not afraid of death knights at all, but just curious.

A sincere smile finally appeared on the corner of the death knight's mouth: "Because Lucifer died. Although God voluntarily accepts the fact that his life has come to an end, he is worried about the human beings he created by himself. He accepts the conditions of death, It was Lucifer who sealed the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, and we handed over the ring so that he could seal Lucifer in hell. From then on, the war between heaven and hell can no longer spread to the world."

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment before continuing: "Thank you for killing Lucifer. In this way, even if there is no need to wake up the power of death on a large scale, I can break the seal and regain my freedom."

The truth is actually more complicated.

For example, the seal is aging day by day, and both demons and angels yearn for freedom and prosperity in the world.So they even teamed up once, matched the most suitable men and women in the world, made them fall in love, and gave birth to Dean and Shaman as the physical containers for Lucifer and Michael to return to the world.

There are also differences within the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. The death knight is a god on an equal footing with God, while the remaining three are much weaker, and they are not under the command of Lucifer...

"So, I am now willing to offer you a little reward, exchanging the power of death with you."

Cyril was stunned for a moment, "I am like this now, what else can I exchange?"

The death knight looked up at the sky, "Because I haven't been nourished by mass death, my power is gradually fading or even going to perish. So, as long as the superman next to you is willing to kill [-] million human beings, I will give my power to you." to you."

Cyril was categorical: "It's impossible, Superman would never do this."

"Then there is only one way left."

The death knight turned to look at Clark.

"You have the most powerful body and an upright and firm soul in the world, enough to bear all the unbearable power and pain. You are willing to be the messenger of the death knight and collect the souls of all people who died naturally until the end of my life. day, the new death?"

"Whether it is your lover or relative, whether it is your best friend or companion, as long as their natural lifespan comes to an end, you must take their soul away with your own hands."

"Are you willing to stick to principles, never show favoritism, abandon the influence of emotions, never let any damned person go, and never let any life in the universe become an immortal monster? Can you guarantee that while holding powerful authority, you will maintain Is it just and when it is time to die, is it easy to drop everything and go to death?"

The author has something to say: A mother like me will definitely not let the protagonist die qwq