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

As the body became weaker and weaker, it was inevitable that the memories of the past would pass before Heinciri's eyes one by one.

The first to appear was his mother.

It was a beautiful and demure human woman, born of aristocrats, who was brought up as a princess since she was a child, and her professional talent was wasted.

In the fifth year after being married to the king and giving birth to an heir as the family wished, she went mad.

This decent and elegant woman burned her palace to the ground, leaving behind a dry, scorched corpse and a mess.

After his mother died, Johnny Jr. became a child who couldn't laugh, much to the annoyance of his father.

Then there is the father who is notorious throughout the continent, the famous tyrant and mad king.

Until now, the scene of his father reeking of alcohol, disheveled hair, staggering and chasing him with a long sword still wakes up the sleeping legion commander.

Heinciri's empty eyes looked up to the sky.

In fact, in his childhood, it was not without a little warmth.

The knight leader under the old king not only dedicated his impeccable loyalty to the king, but also pledged his allegiance to the future legal heir of the kingdom, protecting the helpless children in the deep palace time and time again.

Too bad he's crazy too.

The knight's integrity and ignorance angered the king. He ordered the execution of the knight's wife and daughter, and peeled off their most delicate skin to make a floor-to-ceiling mirror and gave it to his favorite witch.

Knight committed suicide in his own home.

In fact, they could not have died.

Because their world has resurrection points.

After the king killed the wives and daughters of the knights, he did not prevent them from being resurrected.Perhaps for this lunatic, this is just a means of warning and humiliation.

But after the mother and the knight committed suicide, they voluntarily chose to give up the resurrection, and the spirit body gradually dissipated.

Perhaps in their eyes, dead is better than alive.

But after the knight's death, old Heincily became even crazier.He believed that his wife and his most loyal men had betrayed him, and he took all the grievances on his son.

It's a pity that Heinshiri is different from them. No matter how humiliated he is, no matter whether his father throws him into the snow to freeze to death, or lifts his legs and throws him into the wine jar to drown, he has tenaciously come back to life again and again. , and then grow up slowly.

To live is to have hope.

After becoming an adult, he was thrown out of the capital by his father, embarked on a journey of travel, and met the elf.

Heinshiri felt that his hopes were beginning to come true little by little.

He has a partner.

This elf is not the same as the arrogant and indifferent powerful race in the legend. He likes to be close to others, is generous and generous, and can always make many friends. Even Heinciri, who is inseparable from him, seems to have become popular. .

In his dreams, he wants to take the new friends he made to overthrow the rule of the old king and take back his kingdom and people.

He wants to be the great king and warrior of legend.

In this way, the painful and dirty first half of his life could no longer bother him.

So he did.

Heinciri raised his hand to cover his bleeding chest, and once again looked into the distance persistently.

There is bloodshed, there are battles, there are heroes who will be remembered by mankind in the annals of history, and there is the superman who makes him resentful and jealous but helpless.

But there is only one figure that he misses the most.

Heinciri suddenly realized.

It turned out that he still hadn't left his childhood after all.

Even though he could overturn the entire universe, corrupt or kill one god after another, he was on the wrong path in the first place.

Heinciri thought that Cyril had no father or mother, and was a blank piece of paper that he could write on.But he overlooked one thing - the elves may not have a high standard of morality, but the arrogance engraved in the bones of the race naturally leads to their desire to protect the weak with a mixture of disdain and sympathy.

He could kill his father, and he could execute the leader of the army who opposed him. Perhaps the elves would just curl their lips and mock "human's dirty politics".

But when Heinciri slaughtered those innocent children, some pedantic scholars who could only move their pens and mouths, and civilians who rose up because they couldn't survive, it was no longer possible for the elves to stand on his side.

But at that time, Heinciri didn't think about that. He only thought that Cyril had betrayed him, so he felt resentful.This resentment reached its peak when the alien orc army colluded with domestic forces to kill him, and his body was hung on the city wall and spurned by others.

Heinciri was then inspired by the undead.

After the plans of the undead to attack the earth were thwarted again and again, he began to resent the undead again.

This incompetent, corrupt race, doomed to have no future and future since its birth, used his wisdom to rapidly expand throughout the universe, but could not satisfy his inner desire.

Once Heinciri began to think about his past, he realized that he and his father were so similar, they almost walked on the same path.

Or, genetically speaking, he is a lunatic.

That being the case, then finally...

Crazy once.

On the battlefield, sudden changes occurred.

The sky darkened all of a sudden, and the torn atmosphere was wrapped in the strong power of the undead, wriggling and shrinking a little bit, as if it suddenly had life.

The air is gradually disappearing.

In the sky above the giant city of Dysville, black holes appeared one after another. From a distance, they looked like a piece of bread that had been eaten by insects and ants, giving off a rotten stench.

The first to panic was the undead army. They opened their mouths wide and screamed in horror, and then fell down in pieces, like rice fields blown down by the wind.

"Retreat!" In the empty command room, Cyril turned around and grabbed Batman's cape, "Everyone retreat!"

Batman didn't have Cyril's sensitivity to the power of the undead, but the various data that flowed quickly on the screen clearly told him that Hein Ciri finally followed their plan.

"Retract the formation and start the return journey!" Batman's order was conveyed to all human fleets along the command ship, and then passed on to every soldier by the middle-level commander.

But at this time, the number of human legions on the battlefield is tens of millions, and surrounded by a large number of low-level undead groups, it is almost impossible to retreat quickly.

At this moment, the superman who received the order stopped in the air, without a moment's hesitation, he turned around and mobilized all the power of death in his body.The heat rays fell, and the undead who had fallen into a state of complete chaos below were tortured, and the possibility of regeneration was blocked by the power of death.

A clear path was cleared.

After Batman's coordination and communication, the well-trained battlefield commanders changed their formation, changing from the forward to the rear wing, and escorting the comrades who were already at the rear of the battlefield to retreat first.At the same time, the original left and right wings also began to shrink, closing together, airtightly protecting the main force in the center.

After a short period of chaos, the human legion once again restored order. Given that most of them participated in such a large-scale war for the first time, such a performance can almost be called a miracle.

But the sudden change in the sky did not spare humans.

The light gray air is still shrinking, gradually condensing into a viscous semi-gel state, and the people who are still in Daysville move slowly.

In the vast universe, they are like a few small bugs unfortunately solidified in pine resin.

The hole in the air is gradually getting bigger, and the power of gray undead is continuously gushing out from it.

"What is this?" Wonder Woman Diana, who had been charging forward and was protecting her teammates at the end, raised her head worriedly, "Are we going to go back like this?"

Tony, who just met the Amazon female soldiers on the front line, shrugged his shoulders: "On the contrary, this is the beginning of the decisive battle."

Diana frowned: "This doesn't seem to be in our battle plan."

"The battle plan we discussed during the meeting was incomplete," Tony floated a few meters above the ground, blasting away the sticky gas around him with a repulsion cannon, and said without looking back, "You won't really Do you think that we can completely eliminate the undead?"

Diana twirled the lasso of mantra in her hand, "Of course it's impossible... I always thought that this battle was just the beginning of Earth's counterattack against the undead. As long as we can kill Legion Commander Heinciri this time, we can gain more respite." Time to gather the power of the entire universe to deal with the undead..."

Tony: "This is not a tug-of-war. The elves have big ambitions. Just wait and see."

Diana felt a little strange.

Although she doesn't know Tony as well as the Avengers, the dozens of plenary meetings held in the past two years are enough to make her get acquainted with Tony-although Tony looks arrogant, he has never been the most effective in war. The one with confidence.

"We are just a bait, ma'am," Tony seemed to know what was going on in her mind, "Although my self-esteem makes me hate to admit this fact, for the cancer cells in the universe like the power of the undead, we must learn to let more Professional doctors came to destroy it. We found the best hospital for this patient, spent money on the best medical equipment, and the rest...is not up to us. Like Cyril said Yes, even the gods can't save this world single-handedly, we just need to do our part well."

When he said these words, Tony's tone was very brisk, but no one could see his tired and anxious eyes hidden under the armor.

What he said to Diana, which was completely out of character with him, was more like convincing himself.

Diana shook her head and introduced the brief conversation.

Not only because she is not a member of the core command team and does not know all the information, but also because the human legion began to be infected on a large scale with the power of the undead rolling in from the sky.

The air is also getting scarcer.

The human legion, needing to breathe to keep life going, was the first to fall.

As more and more Earth Legions retreated through the road cleared by Superman, the death rate of the undead became faster, and there was no need for others to maintain this passage.

And Superman disappeared.

Through the special connection between the death knight rings, he gathered hundreds of people who were completely under his command.

The logistics transport fleet sent by Batman also arrived in time, and they opened the one-way passage door to the earth on the spot.

Next to each door, there is a death knight's messenger guarding - using the power of death to neutralize the power of the undead and prevent them from flowing into the earth from here.

The Earth Alliance has accelerated its retreat.

You must leave here before the air completely freezes.

"not enough."

In the silent command ship, only the sound of Batman hitting the button on the command platform could be heard, but Cyril suddenly spoke.

"Heinciri began to mobilize all the power of the undead in the universe to gather here," at the last moment, the elf was terribly calm, "but he didn't absorb the power of the undead into his body, and was still delusional. The final counterattack."

For the Lost Legion, Daysville is the main city and an outpost for invading the earth, and the undead occupies many universes, and many places are in a state of autonomy.

This is the biggest problem facing the Earth Alliance.

Even if the last stand wins this battle, the power of the undead will quickly recover and make a comeback.

And the only one who can bring together the power of the undead scattered in the multiverse is the head of the Lost Legion. In the field of the power of the undead, he has the status of a god.

Natasha's group spent nearly two years lurking, causing great chaos within the undead, and God King Odin used his own life to lock Heincily's chance to retreat.No matter how the undead and humans win or lose today, Heincily will never be able to escape.

Bruce understood: "Heincili is still hesitating, he will not let the Earth fleet retreat."

Cyril shook his head: "If our speculation is correct, Heinciri will gather all the power of the undead to create a new god with self-awareness, and this process is irreversible."

Just like Cyril who took the risk at the beginning, once the evolution starts, it cannot be stopped by one's own consciousness alone.

The choice Heinshiri faced was actually quite simple.

Absorb the power of the undead into your body to evolve into a new god, regardless of success or failure, you still have the power to fight.

Win, Earth loses.

If you lose, the undead will completely perish in the universe.

Or he does nothing.

Even if the undead in Daysville and all surrounding satellite cities are wiped out by humans, the undead can always survive in other universes and dimensions.

All Cyril could do was to force Heinrich into the path of the final battle.

The elf was never afraid of Heinciri guessing his true intentions, because he knew that the other party would definitely understand.

This is a conspiracy.

He knew Heinshiri too well.

That is a lunatic who only cares about his own feelings, he will never be willing to sacrifice for the continuation of the undead race.

And Cyril's bargaining chip is also very simple.

——Let’s evolve into a god.

Only in this way, as the new god of the universe, he will come to the battlefield of the final battle.

as well as……

Do you still want to see me before you die?

"Remind me not to confront Quantico's BAU team in the future." In the tense atmosphere, Batman made a rare joke.

Cyril stood beside Batman, closed his eyes, and resisted the urge to go out to help. When he heard Batman's words, he slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, "I thought they accurately predicted the behavior of the war knights last time." You'll know it by then—they're good at analyzing the psychology of lunatics, and Heincily is just a more powerful lunatic."

Bruce: "At this time, you choose to believe in science?"

"I've always respected science," Cyril replied.

As soon as his words fell, Superman suddenly appeared above the command ship. His eyes were gray, his expression was numb, and his body was wrapped in a strong undead power, obviously infected.

After circling the command ship, he suddenly raised his arm and punched it down hard!

Cyril and Bruce looked at each other.

The author has something to say: I'm really sorry, I know that this kind of update frequency will make the article uncomfortable when I write it to the end, but the internship is really too busy, so I can only squeeze out time to write

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