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

Cyril has thought about it more than once, what exactly is a god?

What separates the common man from the gods?

Is it strong and weak?

It doesn't seem to be.

Because even if Clark was not a god before gaining the power of death, he was more powerful than some gods. Sol and Diana may not necessarily be able to beat Clark or Hulk on the premise of gradually inheriting the divine power of their parents.

Even facing the phoenix that had just chosen a new host after its rebirth from Nirvana, Charles was able to forcibly suppress it for nearly ten years by virtue of his omega-level mutant ability.

Mortals can still kill gods.

In Cyril's eyes, the only thing that can distinguish gods from mortals at present is whether they have some kind of original power of the universe.

When Lucifer fell and became the king of hell, no creature could surpass him in the power displayed in this realm, and the evil of the world naturally came to him.

Famine, war, and pestilence such as the same source of power can only crawl under his feet against his will, and even death, which was once equal to God, was once suppressed by Lucifer.

Just like the light elves, countless magic geniuses emerged in a long time. They spent their lives creating a sophisticated magic system and writing vast magic knowledge.As far as erudition and intensive research on the magic of light are concerned, they are even better than the goddess of light.

But they can't become gods, because the source of the light force has chosen the master.

As long as the old gods don't die, no new gods can be born in the same universe.

But the passing time will not let any creature go, and the gods will grow old and decay.

Aging, decay and not dying, breeds the power of the undead like cancer cells.

But the old gods are immortal, they will forever occupy a certain original power of the universe, and the creatures created by them or the races that have evolved naturally can only be in a weak position on the whole.Facing the power of the undead mutated from the degenerated body of the gods, he could only retreat step by step, being swallowed by whales, until the entire universe was completely undead, and no new life was born.

But some universes are young, and so are their gods.

Inside these universes, the power of the undead has not yet spread on a large scale.

In the face of the erosion of the power of the external undead, as long as the powerful gods join forces, they can repel the invaders from other universes.

The universe where the earth is located is very young and very lucky.

God frankly chose to die and die naturally.

Phoenix follows the principle of rebirth from Nirvana, choosing and abandoning hosts again and again.

The Asa protoss sensed internal problems, exiled the souls of the dead to Helheim, and specially established a kingdom of the dead to trap them.

After the ancient master found that his body was gradually becoming undead, he let go of everything and returned to nothingness.

Compared with Cyril's hometown, the people on Earth are lucky.

It's just that there is one more thing that Cyril can't figure out.

There is a big difference between his hometown and the shape of the earth, and no remains of the goddess of light have ever been found in this universe.

But why is there a barrier of gods separating Earth from the rest of the fallen universe?

The elf's thoughts after seeing the undead of the death knight were gradually running away, but after thinking about it, the new god who had just been born in the universe could only sigh helplessly.

He stood up, walked out of the cafe, and put his hand lightly on Clark's shoulder.

"You did a great job."

Clark smiled, but there was still some gloom between his brows and eyes.He was grieving the death of his worthy predecessor and seeing his future in the distance.

Cyril had already sorted out her emotions, turned her head to look at Clark beside her, and said, "Don't be sad, when I'm going to die, I'll hide in a small corner secretly, so that you won't see it, and I won't give you a chance to be sad .”

Clark grabbed Cyril's wrist with his backhand, took his hand off his shoulder, and held it seriously, with his fingers crossed and his palms facing each other.

The cold power of death has successfully entered Clark's body, and his palms are still warm and dry, making the elf feel dependent and at ease.

"You can't hide," Clark said, "You have a part of the power of death, no matter where you go, I know it."

Cyril pretended to be sad and let out a long sigh: "That's really scary, it seems that I can only hang on a tree like you in the future."

Clark couldn't help laughing.

They just stood quietly for a while on the busy street. The rings of the death knight made it impossible for ordinary people to catch their figures, but it gave these two celebrities who were always asked to sign autographs and take pictures together on the road There came some peace.

The past two years have passed quickly.

Cyril and Clark are also very busy. Fortunately, their own strength has increased, and they have also improved the mechanism of "Brightness" to deal with emergencies based on the lessons from the previous time, so there has been no major crisis in the past two years .

Among them, what played a big role at the same time was actually the treatment plan developed by Hannibal when he was working in "Brightness", which can restore the consciousness of non-infectious low-level undead with a high probability through behavioral science training.After Cyril's purification and resurrection, as long as these poor people can survive the painful purification, they can start their lives as normal humans again.

Low-level undead massacre human beings, and high-level undead infect souls that have lost their bodies. Once this efficient chain of transmission is interrupted, the number of mass infection outbreaks will be reduced by more than half.

Ironically, when the Nobel/Peace/Prize was awarded to Hannibal in federal prison, most of the public actually supported it.

It's just that Hannibal himself was not honored by this.

Cyril and Clark are fairly satisfied with the status quo.

They still live in the landlord's wife's rented house, and they are still neighbors across the door, but there are many items belonging to each other in each other's rooms. When they get up in the morning, they will have breakfast together if they are free.

Everything seems to have changed, but there is not much difference from the original.

Although the outside world has countless speculations about the relationship between Superman and Chief "Bright", in the most exaggerated statement, the two of them almost didn't hold a grand wedding.

But on the contrary, Clark and Cyril have made no promises to each other.

If they successfully resist the invasion of the undead, they still have a long future, which they can spend slowly.

"I'm going to go home," Clark said suddenly while enjoying the rare silence, "Bring Connor, would you like to join us?"

Cyril was startled instead.

"Is there a result?"

Clark nodded: "I just came back from Xandar. Bruce's structure is very successful. If the natural alloy ore of the Alpha-7 galaxy is used, the manufactured spaceship can fully withstand the pressure of the dimension transition. Slow down the corrosion of the power of the undead to a large extent. Before I left, the first production line had already started."

After becoming a new god, seeing through the secret identities of various superheroes was as easy as flipping through a book in Cyril's eyes. When communicating in private, Clark stopped batting and batting, and simply called Bruce by his name.

Hearing this kind of good news, Xi Ruier couldn't help showing joy.

"Tony has been urging for a long time," Cyril raised his eyebrows, thinking of the stinky Iron Man, "It only took him and Dr. Banner to calculate the spatial location of the Lost Legion's headquarters for a year. Figure it out and spread the word that he beat Batman."

Since Cyril became the new god, the system that has been accompanying him has disappeared, and no new missions have been issued.

Fortunately, Cyril received the reward in time after completing the [Mutation's Assistance] quest chain for the second time.

One of them is to obtain an effective piece of information from the Lost Legion.

At that time, Cyril got the headquarters of the Lost Legion.

Although since coming to the earth, Cyril has always held a relatively conservative attitude towards the upcoming war between humans and the undead, and all measures are to defend against invasion.

But he has gradually become the new god of the universe under the promotion of the system, and has the ability to counterattack strategically.

So, two years ago, while dealing with the aftermath of the demonic invasion, Cyril and Clark also summoned all the comrades who fought side by side several times in a row, told them everything, and made a plan for the expedition to the Lost Legion together.

The coordinates given to him by the system surpassed the cognitive level of human beings. With the help of Cyril and Strange, who often travels between various dimensions, he barely found an area that could be detected by human instruments.And Tony is responsible for using this as the coordinate axis to determine the specific location of the Lost Legion, and transforming the existing transmission equipment to form a transportation system capable of transporting troops on a large scale.

Clark bowed his head, feeling a little helpless: "Anchoring the coordinates of other dimensions only requires a genius and a clear idea, but finding the right materials for making a spaceship requires constant trial and error. Theoretical physics and material chemistry are two different things, and we can't take them together." For comparison."

Cyril bent her index finger and tapped her head, "Thanks for Superman's popular science."

"Then you haven't said whether you want to go home with me." Clark asked.

Cyril thought for a moment: "I am willing."

Clark laughed again, his slightly lowered eyes were full of tenderness and anticipation, as if he was simply happy to be able to bring his beloved to meet his parents.

But Cyril's face gradually became serious. He raised his hand and patted Clark's head, and said suddenly: "Don't worry, we will win."

The elf knew exactly what Clark was thinking.

If he really never came back, Clark wanted his adoptive parents to know that before he died, he already had a lover who could die with him, and a child who could entrust his parents and his affairs.

His life, very happy, no regrets.

Whether they succeed or fail, and whether the Earth will hold in the end, Jonathan and Martha have a right to know.

The author has something to say: the pits dug earlier are basically filled in now, and the final battle is only left.