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

The light of the stars shines in the sky, penetrating the ubiquitous gray mist covering the planet, and the light golden light is like silk threads, illuminating the eyes one by one.

The headquarters of the undead, Daysville.

According to tradition, today is the execution day of the dead.

The orc warriors with huge axes behind them stood neatly in a row on the high platform, their gray-green skin was rough and shiny, and there were patches of thick gray stains under their feet, which were the result of the previous prisoners being executed. left.After a long time, it can no longer be washed off.

The rebellion in the satellite city of Dysville lasted for a full month and was completely extinguished three days ago. All participants will be executed today.

For the undead who are lucky enough to watch in the audience, this is also a feast. They will be allowed to suck the power of the undead that flowed out when their kindred died to fill their greedy appetite.

As the military dictator of the undead, Heinciri will also watch the execution at the scene today.

Like pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered, batch after batch of undead were pulled onto the execution platform by Heincili's guards, and following the uniform slogans of the tall and strong orc warriors, one after another fell down.

The executioner's ax is coated with a special magic material, which can inhibit the power of the undead from repairing the body.

Elves, humans, orcs, trolls...

The bodies that lost their heads were struggling painfully on the high platform built of rough bricks and tiles, while their heads rolled down the platform and let out a terrible wail. At the severed necks, the power of the undead surged out one after another. come out.

The audience in the audience gradually became excited. They opened their mouths, waved their arms, and cheered like mountains and seas.

Natasha stood far away on the hill outside the city, looking down at the hell-like scene in the city ahead.Feeling that the power of the undead in the air became more and more intense, she couldn't help wrinkling her nose.

Behind her, the man with moist green eyes slowly bent his knees, half-kneeling on the ground, rubbing the bowstring in his hand with the calluses of his fingertips.

He originally had a precise metal mechanical arm, but it malfunctioned due to the biological magnetic field generated by the gathering of undead.Until Natasha discovered him and got a magic product from Cyril that could shield the power of the undead for a long time, he had been living a disabled life with only one hand that could be used.

After testing the length of the bowstring, the man silently began to wipe the long arrow engraved with thin magic runes. His expression was focused and his eyes were as calm as a weapon without self-awareness.

There is no wind in Daysville today, which is very suitable for long-distance sniping.

The power of the undead without a master is to the undead what the pure heroin is to the addict. Even if the undead allowed to be present today are all high-level undead with wisdom and self-awareness, they cannot resist it.The scene became more and more turbulent, like sparks falling on the dry grassland in autumn.

The conflicts and fights among the audience will completely detonate the situation that can be settled at one point.

The undead officers, who had been suppressed for a long time by the failure of continuous battles against the earth, let go of their rationality, and started chasing and competing for the power of the undead with their companions.

They were divided into camps of different sizes according to their own native races and according to the different regiments they usually belonged to, and they fought with each other.Shouts, screams, and curses in different languages ​​turned the scene into chaos.

Only those executioners who seemed to have no soul and consciousness on the execution platform were still pulling up batch after batch of prisoners according to the prescribed procedures, killing heads rolling.

Heinciri sat upright on the viewing platform above the high platform, surrounded by several current highest-ranking regiment commanders, and the blue flame stood beside him, frowning tightly.

"If this goes on, it will lead to a larger riot," the blue flame reminded, "why don't you stop it?"

Heinciri glanced at the blue flame boredly, "Stop it? The undead are such creatures. They live by eating the corpses of their own kind. This is their nature."

Since he was suspected by Heincili face to face last time, Cyan Flame has become more and more cautious. Hearing the negative words of the legion leader, he just lowered his head slightly, not daring to refute.

But Heinciri laughed nervously. He lifted the blue flame's calf with his raised toes, and said with gloomy eyes, "Why, do you have a different opinion and want to talk about it?"

"Subordinates dare not overstep," Qing Huoyan smiled reluctantly, "You are the only one who follows the lead."

Heinciri snorted softly, turned his head away, and his eyes seemed to drift away again.

The cyan flame clenched its fists.

He knew that what Heinciri said was right, the undead were such a creature, with a rotten smell coming out of their bones, without any creativity, and unable to give birth to and breed new life with each other.

This is a race with no future. Once they occupy the entire universe, it will be the death of all life and civilization in the universe.

But what does this have to do with him?

Isn't he a member of the undead?

Cyan Flame may be more intelligent, rational, and restrained than his fellows, but he also loves fresh flesh and blood, is equally greedy, and has a strong desire to occupy the entire universe.

Just when Heinshiri was really bored watching and was about to get up and leave.

Hidden arrows came suddenly.

The grown man's arm-length magic arrow shot from a distant place, flying high in the sky like a projectile, hidden in the mist and pale golden sunlight, hiding from everyone's eyes.

It didn't drop down until it was close enough to the target, carrying the strong arm strength of the shooter, and the arrow tip was covered with powerful magic elemental light, it shot through Heinhiri's armor, and sank straight into his chest middle.

Heinshili, who had just stood up, staggered and fell back on his seat.

The magic coating on the arrow is the same as the coating specially used by the executioner on the stage to behead, which can inhibit the regeneration function of the power of the undead and cause the power of the undead to leak from the wound continuously.

The power of the undead in Heinciri's body is the purest and richest.

And the most alluring.

If the power of the undead flowed out by those prisoners was sparks, then what flowed out of Heinciri's wound was a powerful nuclear explosion.

His pale gray blood flowed with unmatched power and supreme authority, sweeter and more tempting than honey, more expensive and rare than gold.

Everyone went crazy, including the sane regiment commanders sitting next to Heinciri.

They were like a pack of hungry wolves. Bewitched by their huge interests, they gave up their fear and respect for the wolf leader, bared their sharp fangs, and tried to bite off a piece of meat from Heinhiri's body.

For this reason, they no longer think about how they will be punished in case of failure.

Only the blue flame, he raised his head and looked at the hill not far away.

That was the killer he invited.

It is also his plan to save the undead.

Today, almost all high-level undead and officers from various stations have come here.They should have been intimidated by this execution, and at the same time appeased by the power of the undead that Heinciri brought out to entertain them, so that they could keep themselves safe for a while.

If nothing unexpected happens.

But who let the blue flame invite the best killer and assassin in the world.

The scene becomes ugly.

But it was just a labor pain.

Perhaps Heinciri killed the killer, maintained his rule, and once again proved his ability, he could secure his position as the leader.

Perhaps among these high-level undead, after fighting, a new leader will be born to continue to lead them on.

In short, no matter what the result is, the civil strife of the undead can no longer continue. They should gather their strength and launch a general attack on the earth.

The cyan flame's sanity only lasted for a short while, and soon, he was also driven crazy by the power of the undead flowing out of Heinciri's wound.

Out of his sight, Natasha left with her silent and reliable subordinate.

All that was left was a bow and arrow that was full of cracks after being used once.

Meanwhile, Earth, New York.

The Philosopher's Stone, which can receive signals from Natasha across dimensions, suddenly lights up.

Cyril, who was resting in Clark's arms with his eyes closed, felt the magic stone on his chest become hot. He opened his eyes suddenly and sat up from the bed.

The arms of Clark, who was still sleeping, became empty, and he reached out to touch it in a daze.

"Wake up, Clark," Cyril took a deep breath, leaned over, kissed the corner of Clark's mouth, and patted his cheek lightly, "It's time to go to work."

Clark bounced off the bed by reflex and jumped to the floor.

After a few seconds, his eyes became extremely clear, and the contact stone belonging to Superman was placed next to the bedside lamp, emitting a fiery red light faintly.

Cyril gathered the blond hair at the back of her head and tied it behind her head, and put on the iconic white robe again.

The night wind came in through the cracks of the windows, bringing the coolness unique to the night.There are stars outside, and a spaceship carrying Xandar passengers skims through the clouds, making a slight and low roar.

In an instant, Clark also changed into Superman's uniform, and the two looked at each other, seeing their own reflection in each other's clear eyes.They moved closer and kissed each other lightly and quickly on the lips.

Then, the portal leading to the moon base appeared in the bedroom.

Cyril put a wad of dollars in an envelope to leave for the landlady's rent.

The two stepped into the portal one after the other.

In the brightly lit moon base, the officer on duty saw the two officers who suddenly appeared, and raised his hands neatly to salute.

"Sound the alarm, wake everyone up, and return to work quickly," Cyril stood in the conference room, stopping the human officer who wanted to go out to patrol, "At the same time, open the apron, for all those who have access to the base Authorized aircraft will be released quickly."

In less than half a minute, the watchtower in operation sent a message, saying that they would reach the lunar orbit in 10 minutes, and hoped that the base would release the docking authority.

On the video screen, Cyril saw Diana on duty in full armor with a solemn face.

Ten minutes later, the watchtower successfully docked with the base, and all members of the Justice League who were sent to the watchtower through the transmitter were present.

Fifteen minutes later, all members of the Avengers, who were flying a modified Quin-jet fighter, arrived, followed by a boundless steel army.

10 minutes later, the X-Men arrived at the moon base.

The author has something to say: Sorry, the three-dimensional is a bit busy these days.