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

Two years have passed since the pope was killed and the demons invaded.

So far, many people have not come out of that disaster.

However, the earth has entered a stage of extremely prosperous development in just two years. The scientific and technological assistance from the Xandar planet has popularized clean nuclear fusion energy with almost zero cost for mankind almost overnight. It is a holographic personal terminal, an intelligent AI system that detects everyone's physical condition at all times to prevent the infection of the power of the undead.

The "Bright" branch went to the moon, and the warriors who gradually awakened in the Hall of Valor landed on the moon base. On this satellite that was built as a battle fortress, they learned how to pilot Xandar's fighter planes.

During the break time, like the people on Earth, they sit on the sofa drinking Coke and watching movies, or play online games with friends, racking their brains to pass the battle game with the Arkham Asylum as the background.

By the way, in this holographic game that has swept the world recently, the record holder for the highest clearance is the second-generation Robin who has just entered puberty.

The Excalibur forged by the dwarves was bought by a rich man and donated to the Metropolitan Museum. The Stone Man held concerts all over the world. Humans found that there was a group of people who looked very similar to the "Light" officer at the other end of the world tree. Elf, and Lex Luthor, the richest man in Metropolis, just announced that he is going to hold a wedding with a female elf who is hotter than Victoria's Secret Supermodel.

But in the midst of this prosperity, the coordinates of New York, the Empire State Building flashed a countdown to record the complete failure of the god barrier.

Every minute, every second, declares that the cloud of war is gradually approaching.

But just like this, after the panic, the human beings on the earth fell into a kind of calm carnival.

Even the villains who kept breaking the law and order on weekdays were unusually quiet.After all, no one knows whether the human world will still exist in the future, and it seems that it is their turn to destroy or rule the world.

Poetry, movies, games... excellent works emerge in endlessly, this is a golden age of literary and entertainment masterpieces blowout.

Even Gotham is getting safer after more and more robots are created and distributed to the police.In the metropolis, the frequency of Superman appearing less and less.

Clark just came back from a business trip. He was sent to Xandar by the editor-in-chief Perry White two days ago to collect writing materials for a column introducing the famous Nova Corps on Xandar.

He had just landed from the spaceship when he received a text message from Cyril.

[Come to the cafe where we had coffee together for the first time, the Death Knight treats you. ]

So, Clark had no choice but to sort out the materials in a hurry, then turned off the computer, and took his brown messenger bag that he had carried for several years, and hurried away.

On the way, Clark went home and paid the landlady's rent for this month-this stubborn old lady is probably the only one who still insists on using cash in this era.

When Clark stepped into the gate of the cafe, he looked around, but found no trace of the death knight. As a last resort, he could only take out the ring representing the identity of the messenger of death from his pocket, and put it on his middle finger. superior.

The world in front of him suddenly went dark.

In the most remote corner of the coffee shop, in the shadow of people coming and going but no one noticed, he saw the three people drinking coffee and chatting together.

They also wear death knight rings on their hands.

But after Clark found the person, he didn't approach him. He just stood in the aisle and stood quietly.

Xi Ruier sat at the innermost part of the sofa, holding a white bone china cup, and turning the small spoon in his hand one after another, obviously a little bored.

And sitting next to the elf was a familiar young man, the demon hunter named Dean Winchester, who instead had a good chat with the death knight.

"Since you hate Michael too, can you just take him away?" Dean mumbled while chewing on the dessert he brought from the table, "To save him from annoying me all day In order to avoid him, I can only wear your ghostly broken ring."

The action of the death knight was exactly the same as that of Dean, stuffing food into his mouth, "Who asked me to choose an heir who is busy with everything? Going to haunted places to solve problems is the job of a witcher like you. Do it for me." Still feel wronged?"

Dean sneered: "That's not the heir you chose yourself."

The death knight rolled his dark eyes, glanced at Dean's face, and said expressionlessly: "I think you are the most pleasing to the eye, but it's a pity that you can't be my heir."

Dean: "Why?"

Death Knight: "Superman always has his bottom line stretched to the sky, and you will do anything for your brother."

Cyril, who looked down at the phone, couldn't help but smile, and smiled.

The death knight glanced at him: "What are you laughing at, if it weren't for me, the boyfriend you found would stick to his principles and watch you die."

Cyril was still smiling, "I just like him sticking to his principles and not being flexible, can't he?"

The death knight swallowed the small cake in his mouth, slowly tore open the KFC wrapping paper bag at hand, took out a Big Mac burger from it, and continued to eat.

Instead, Dean was a little impatient: "You called us here today just to let us watch you eat hamburgers?"

The death knight bit a vegetable leaf, "Do you know that apart from being a brother-in-law, you are not qualified to be my heir? You are too weak."

Dean opened his beautiful big eyes and stared at the death knight angrily.

The death knight swallowed the last piece of the hamburger, then took out a square handkerchief from his coat pocket, wiped his mouth, turned to look at Clark who had been standing aside for a long time, and asked nonchalantly, "Where are you going?" Xandar?"

Clark nodded.

"Did you stop by Asgard on the way back?"

Clark continued to nod: "How do you know?"

After wiping his mouth, the death knight smiled, showing his sinister white teeth, "Because that Odin who protected Asgard for tens of thousands of years is going to die, I feel it."

Clark was silent for a while, then said calmly, "Sol invited me to go."

Death Knight: "He begged you?"

Clark shook his head: "No, he just hopes that when that day comes, I, as the heir of death, can be there in person and give him the honor of the last journey."

The death knight lowered his head again, wiping his oily fingers one by one.

"He's a little calmer than God."

After saying this, the atmosphere fell into silence again.

And Dean, as a mortal, drank coffee with the death knight and listened to the secrets of the gods, and he was actually at ease, even a little disgusted: "What charades are you two playing?"

After wiping his hands, the death knight put down the napkin, stood up, and said abruptly, "You have great friends."

Clark thought of Sol, who had obviously matured a lot, and couldn't help but nodded.

"But it won't be so simple forever in the future," the death knight pointed at Cyril, "this elf is now the new god of the universe, Strange is the new supreme mage of the earth, Thor has the power of thunder, magical The heroine—the illegitimate daughter of Zeus also gradually inherited her father's power. These people, you have to keep your eyes on them. No matter how greedy ordinary human beings are, without the power of the undead, they will only become lingering The ghosts in the world, of course, there are demon hunters like the Winchester brothers who will take care of them for you, and you can let them go to life, old age, sickness and death. But these people are different."

Clark followed the death knight's fingertips and glanced at Cyril.

The elf lifted his face and smiled at him.

Clark also smiled, and then listened carefully to the death knight's speech.

"I chose you, on the one hand because you rejected the proposal to kill [-] million human beings for me, and on the other hand because you have absolute power and can send these people to die when they refuse to die," The death knight took a few steps forward, squinted his eyes and looked at the sunlight outside the window, "Actually, this job is not as scary as what I told you at the beginning, and it doesn't take much away from your part-time job as a superhero, but it's a pity."

"Okay," Cyril suddenly interrupted the death knight, "There's nothing to regret, Superman has done enough."

Death shook his head lightly: "I just remembered my old friends, and I'm not feeling sorry for you young people."

After saying this unclear sentence, the death knight stepped forward, passed through the crowd in the coffee shop, walked outside the door, and walked into the sunlight.

And Clark followed him out, and the people around seemed to be unable to see them, and they were still doing their own things.

"bring it on."

said the death knight.

Clark lowered his eyes, looking at the death in front of him.

In fact, under the sun, he is not so gloomy, he actually looks similar to an ordinary old man, but with a slightly more accented tone.

Clark didn't move, and the two were deadlocked like this.

Until the undead energy detectors that can be seen everywhere on the street issued a sharp chirp, warning the whole world that there was a large-scale gathering of undead power on the street in front of this cafe.

The death knight's face gradually turned gray, and the gray mist overflowed from his eyes little by little.

Young Clark looked sad.

But he still stretched out his hand, and his movements were very gentle, piercing the death knight's chest bit by bit.

The invisible, icy power spread along the death knight's heart to Clark's arm, and then entered their new owner's body, cheering silently, the mutated undead power quietly annihilated, as if it had never appeared before .

Today is the death day of the death knight.

Just like the ancient mage who used the power of the dark dimension to prolong his life, the death knight has lived long enough, so long that he has never been in contact with the undead, but his body has mutated.

When Clark pulled his hand from the death knight's chest, the old man barely raised his head, and looked up at the sky with his stiff neck.

At the beginning, he sent away God who was like a brother and sister like him in this way.

Now, he is actually very pleased to be able to find a suitable heir for himself.

But there is still a pity.

It's a pity that when a powerful god is unwilling to die, he can only choose a stronger person as the last insurance.

It's a pity that people like him and Clark are often close friends, brothers and comrades-in-arms with these gods. They know each other, know each other, appreciate each other and even love each other.

Cyril didn't follow, he held his mobile phone, briefly explained the situation to his subordinates who had just received the undead warning, and dismissed the alarm in time.But even sitting inside, he saw what was happening outside.

So far, about how the power of the undead is generated.

The last piece of the puzzle is finished.

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