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

Looking up, you can see a huge blue planet hanging in the sky, covered by a thick atmosphere, and the white clouds that sometimes curl up and sometimes stretch out are like the hem of a goddess. Countless lives and civilizations are in it, shining brightly.

Cyril stood on the base of the moon, looking at the earth in the distance.

This is the grand pass in the universe and the home of human life.

And he is about to lead the best group of people on this planet to leave their homeland and go on an expedition to other places.

The Justice League left the Young Justice League, the Avengers left Spider-Man and his friends, and the X-Men left the mutant students in the academy.

Those who stayed on the earth discovered that the light of the moon is particularly dazzling today, like a large light bulb, illuminating the dark night that should have been dark.

NASA issued a statement saying that this was caused by the unusual movement of sunspots and the recent overly sunny weather.But anyone with a telescope can see that mercury-like liquid metal flows from the back of the moon, and soon envelops the entire moon.The light-colored metal replaced the rocks and land on the moon, and reflected a large amount of the sun's rays to the earth, creating a night like day.

This is the final form of the "Bright" moon base.

The moon is a battle fortress jointly built by Xandar, humans on Earth, Asgardian warriors and other races in the Nine Realms. If necessary, the entire planet can be used to contain and attack the undead.

The liquid metal that is as thin as a cicada's wing and pervasive wraps the planet, the internal energy lamp lights up, and the air circulation system delivers fresh air in an orderly manner.

With the efforts of the intelligent system and the human captain, the multi-functional combat spaceship produced by Xandar star was turned on at full power, lying in the dock, ready to go.Around each spaceship, there are four flying fleets guarding them, protecting the most important engine of the spaceship.

During the dimensional transition, the smaller fighters will be the first to recover from the disordered state of time and space, rush to land on the beach, and buy precious time for the huge and slightly cumbersome spaceship behind them.

Four or 10 minutes after Cyril issued the command, the officers and men of the human fleet, who had trained countless times, perfectly completed the activation command, and everything was ready to go, while the spontaneous assistance from the earth and other locations in the universe continued to flow 's arrival

"Sir, the Black Panther King led his guards into the Third Fleet."

"The Green Lantern Corps is expected to arrive three and a half hours later, and God King Odin is also here... asking for instructions."

"The female Amazon warriors from Paradise Island are in place, and the liaison officer is guiding them into the escort fleet of the Light."

Time is passing quickly, but Cyril is still waiting nervously.

"What's going on over there?" Tony handed over his tens of thousands of steel legions to his AI butler to command, and he boarded the command ship named Guangming alone, and once again surrounded the conference room doing nothing. After turning around, he couldn't help asking, "Aren't we going yet?"

For security and balance of power considerations, not all superheroes are on command ships.

Diana was released to command the Amazon female warrior, the Black Panther King was outside to lead the fighter pilots from Wakanda, and Charles was placed in the logistics supply fleet. If the communication system was disturbed or destroyed during the battle, he would use his own Mind-reading and brain-control abilities take on the task of maintaining smooth communication.

Surrounded by Cyril are Superman, Batman and Captain America.

After the battle begins, Batman will fully take over the military command, and together with Iron Man and Captain America, he will form the brain of the General Command of the Moon Base Fortress.As the only two "gods" here, Cyril and Clark, before being thrown into the battlefield, the most important task is to protect the "brain" of the headquarters.

Batman is smart enough, unlike some superheroes who are prone to passion, no matter how tortured his heart will be afterward, on the battlefield, he will always be able to make the most calm and careful choice-to sacrifice the most suitable person, to achieve maximum results.

Steve has experienced World War II and has rich experience in war. When most superheroes and human army officers and soldiers from the earth grew up listening to his heroic deeds, he has super appeal and cohesion.

Tony is more special. In this space army armed with technology, he can communicate with technicians without barriers, accurately judge the situation of each spacecraft, and give advice from a professional perspective.

But at this moment, the war has not yet begun, and the highest decision-making power is still in the hands of Chief Cyril.

The magic contact stone on Cyril's chest was on the white robe, still emitting a hot red light, he lowered his head and turned the red spar on his chest, his face was calm, and there were colorful and gorgeous halos in his eyes Pass.

"Wait a little longer, the best time to enter the battlefield has not yet come."

"Waiting for her news?" Tony pressed.

Cyril held the red gemstone in her heart, "I trust her judgment, she is the most professional."

Tony then fell silent again.

But anyone could see the anxiety in his heart, at least Cyril knew that Tony was worried about Natasha's safety.

He walked over and squeezed the other person's shoulder with moderate strength, "We are all worried about her, but if we make a hasty attack because of this, it will waste more than a year of her work."

Tony nodded awkwardly, blinked his big caramel-colored eyes, and complained in a low voice: "I hate your attitude that has nothing to do with you."

A smile finally appeared on Cyril's face, and he raised his eyebrows at Tony: "I remember when the captain kept meddling with you, didn't you like my attitude of respecting your own choice? "

Tony glanced at his mouth.

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Heinshiri suffered the greatest crisis of his life.

He knows in his heart that as the person who controls the most power of the undead in the universe, he can easily use the power of the undead to attract each other, and without killing, he can easily drain the power of the undead in other people's bodies, thus reaching the number of opponents. The powerful control of the huge undead.

But no matter how majestic a river's water potential is, as long as the outflow is greater than the inflow, the river will dry up sooner or later.

Holding the long sword made by the dwarf master craftsman, he stood alone on the high platform, raised his arms, lowered them, and swung them vigorously again and again. The smell of decay and ashes.

Ninety-nine percent of the undead close to Heinciri were sucked dry immediately, turning into immobile zombies. Their power merged into Heincili's body and was used to fill the wound in the chest of the Legion Commander. The lost power of the undead.

However, there were also a very small number of undead who survived Heincili's biomagnetic field resonance, dragged their broken and stiff bodies, and touched the legion commander's side.

They ignored their own limbs cut off by the sword, selflessly sucking the power of the undead lost by Heinciri.

With just one bite, a small bite, their rotten wounds can be healed in an instant. If they are lucky enough to take another small bite, their bodies will grow stronger while growing new limbs.

The legion commander, who has always been good at commanding his subordinates to win with more than few, experienced for the first time the feeling of being surrounded and attacked by tens of thousands of people.

The light in the sky was obscured by bodies of different shapes, green orcs, blue trolls, wheat-colored humans, white elves...

This is man-made darkness.

No matter where he looked, there were distorted, violent, impatient and greedy faces, more eerie and terrifying than the blue-faced and fangsed evil spirits in hell.One head on top of the other, all stretched their necks, and flicked their barbed tongues in the air. They licked and searched for the flesh and blood of their own kind, chewing with relish.

Those rotting bodies were still bleeding, but sour and smelly saliva was dripping from the corners of their mouths, impatiently.

Heinciri is like an elephant devoured by ants. The rich flesh and blood are eaten, only the white bones are exposed, and the left and right are stretched.

Amidst the chaos, the blue flames, whose individual strength was not considered powerful, were quickly squeezed out of Heinciri's surroundings, and they were getting farther and farther away from the center of the commotion.

Until he hit the pillar on the execution platform, rolled twice, fell from the high platform, and hit the cold bricks and tiles on the ground.The chief executive of the Lost Legion just had time to rub his head, and looked at the center of the crowd with his newly regained consciousness.

For other races, the crowd is turbulent and chaotic, but for the elemental demon, he can accurately find the person he is looking for through the difference in the amount and taste of magic elements in each person.

The mysterious and powerful night elf is not here.

She clearly said...

Said that she herself would also participate in this hunt against Heinciri!

She also said that she would be the new leader of the Lost Legion.She promised Cyan Flame that once she succeeds, she will immediately organize forces to attack the earth, regardless of losses, and she will not care about the elf that Heinhili regards as a treasure.

Having served several different legion commanders, Cyan Flame thinks she has a good eye for people.

He might not be able to explain clearly, but he did smell a familiar smell from the female night elf, powerful, smart, calm, greedy...

If Heinciri can't shoulder his responsibilities, then it's okay to replace him with this newcomer.Cyan Flame admitted that when he arranged this plan, the factor of being optimistic about this ambitious newcomer had a great influence.

Until now, he was still looking for her figure full of hope.

But soon, the body of the cyan flame suddenly froze, and the bright and flickering light on his body dimmed little by little. After more than ten seconds, it suddenly rose again, burning the bricks and tiles under his feet to ashes, and even those who passed by him Several unlucky undead screamed and burned.

The cyan flame became completely angry.

He was deceived!

"Sound the alarm!" The cyan flame roared and shouted, "Watch out for enemy attacks!!!"

Unfortunately, it's too late.

A huge black vortex suddenly appeared in the sky, like the one eye on the forehead of a demon god, rotating slowly and powerfully.

Among the undead below, several mages proficient in space magic woke up suddenly, looked up at the sky covered by layers of gray fog, and their breathing became rapid.

Time seemed to be frozen at this moment, and every turn of the black vortex was extremely slow, bit by bit imprinted in the eyes of those who looked up at the sky, like an absurd nightmare.

But for the enemies who attacked from thousands of miles away, time passed quickly.

In just one minute, before all the undead had time to react, a huge lightsaber protruded from the black vortex, stabbing straight out.

It was an ancient long sword with a slender and graceful body. According to legend, it was the sword of the Goddess of Light. It was hung on the waist of the God, and it was whiter and softer than the skirt of the God.

But this lightsaber is different from the one in the legend. Its light is bright and majestic. It comes across the universe, dimensions and thousands of obstacles. In the bright universe, the bright golden light illuminates every corner, and the light clarifies the order and the balance of everything, just like the finger of the creator playing with the universe.

An elemental demon mage, his kinsman of the cyan flame, was stunned in place, muttering to himself, "That's a god...a miracle..."

The lightsaber continued to move forward, piercing the barrier of undead power that wrapped Dyswell, like a stainless steel kitchen knife chopping the hard shell of a walnut, and the fragments splashed everywhere.

Just as more and more undead stopped what they were doing and looked into the distance in panic, the lightsaber suddenly disappeared.

Dense fighter planes drilled out of the black hole, followed the gap made by the lightsaber, and passed through the solid barrier made by the power of the undead.Following the command of the commander, they formed small triangles in groups of three and five, and flew towards the main city of the undead at a supersonic speed. The hum of the engine was deafening.

What was faster than the fighter plane was the nuclear missile spit out from the belly of the spaceship. Driven by the curvature engine, it aimed at the city wall of the undead and where Heinhili was, and fell down without any scruples.

After the huge explosion, there was an almost silent silence.

Several mushroom clouds curled up.

Physical attack is not the most effective way to deal with the power of the undead, but for the city walls, houses and camps they built crudely, explosions can often turn these buildings into ruins and ashes, thus completely losing the magic runes attached to them utility.

Standing in the command ship, Cyril slowly opened his eyes, and retracted his hand attached to the porthole, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

To be honest, everything was easier than he imagined.

"The first phase of the air strike begins."

Batman wearing a black battle armor stood beside the main console, his lips pursed into a tight straight line.

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