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

Under the power of Superman's blow, the command ship was overwhelmed, and the red light inside was bright.

The last alarm came to an abrupt end, and like a boat hit by a huge wave, the command ship exploded in all directions, and the alloy fragments were reduced to dust under the heat rays.

The already gray sky was covered with floating dust, and it became darker and darker.

And Clark, whose eyes were completely red, was not enough, trying to find the missing Batman and Cyril in the shattered hull.

Everything happened so suddenly.

The human coalition's brain was severely stabbed.

Batman's precise and concise orders are no longer passed down, Superman's red cloak like a banner flutters above his head, and the elf, who is regarded as the spiritual leader against the undead, is also missing.

Even though the most elite fighters participated in this war, the morale of the human coalition forces has dropped as far as the naked eye can see.

They are like ants carrying mountains on their shoulders, unable to hold their heads up because of the vast road ahead, and they are constantly losing comrades who fought side by side.

In the cruel mutation where Heinciri directed the power of the undead from all multiverses to gather here, this feeling of exhaustion and powerlessness is deadly.

"Is this also Cyril's plan?" Diana flicked the lasso of mantra in her hand, her curly hair was blown up by the soaring heat waves, she was a little embarrassed, she turned to look at Tony, only to find that he was almost solidified The power of the undead was trapped in place.

"Who knows what that elf thinks?!"

The reactor on Tony's chest lit up suddenly, outputting energy with all his strength, a burst of dazzling blue light flashed, accompanied by an explosion and sharp friction, he finally escaped, but the battle armor on his body was already damaged.

Diana raised her shield and protected Tony from the beams of undead power that kept falling from the sky, "Go back to the ship! The concentration of undead power here is too high, you won't last long!"

Fortunately, the purification system of the battle armor can still support it, at least Tony is still breathing fresh air, but he knows that he can't last long.

"Cyril and Batman...haven't shown up yet?" Tony asked.

Diana looked at Tony worriedly with her bloodshot eyes, her face was covered with dried blood, and the Amazon female warriors who followed her were also scarred.

In the orange flame, the demigod girl with firm eyes clenched the sword in her hand and shook her head: "No, no one saw them."

But Tony breathed a sigh of relief, and turned his head to comfort Diana: "Don't worry, Heincily can't hold on anymore."

He was right.

Heinshiri didn't feel well either.

Corrupting Superman required a massive mobilization of energy.Cyril is out, Odin is dead, Thor, Diana, and Strange haven't fully entered the golden age of maturity, and Superman is the only god on the battlefield.

Heinciri's heart was pierced by Odin's spear/spear, and every beat was accompanied by pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow. The thick gray blood was evaporated, and a mist like mercury vapor emerged, and the figure was blurred in it, as if in hell struggling devil.

Even though he was imprisoned in place, he was still the undead with the highest rank on the battlefield and the most experienced war command. Heinciri knew that under his final struggle, Superman unexpectedly destroyed the command ship of the human coalition forces.

If the human coalition forces collapsed thousands of miles away and fled back to the earth, then he might still have a chance to survive. As long as he didn't absorb all the power of the undead in the universe into his body, the new god representing the power of the undead would not be born.

This is also the only trump card that Heinciri can use in the end.

"Cyril..." He whispered the name that has been etched in his heart, and turned it over and over again, but finally he could only raise his eyes to look at the doomsday scene in the sky, and murmured, "...how dare you Do you trust Earth humans so much?"

And in an inconspicuous corner of the battlefield, Cyril slowly let go of the person in his arms.

Batman supported his arm to stand firm. Although Cyril used magic to protect him and the armor on his body removed most of the damage, he still suffered a lot under the huge shock wave of the command ship explosion. The injury, the cloak surrounding the body has also become a thread of tatters.

But at this moment, Bruce didn't care about his physical condition at all, and asked hoarsely, "How is it?"

Cyril shook her head: "Heinciri still hasn't made up his mind."

As a human being, it is very strenuous to move in the semi-frozen air. Bruce took the recovery potion handed to him by Cyril with difficulty, and drank it with an open mouth. "Where are we still missing?"

Cyril's face was full of gunpowder, and there was a habitual smile on the corner of his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes, "He is still struggling. On the one hand, he hopes that Superman's corruption by the power of the undead will force me to stand up. On the other hand, It also hopes that the human coalition will collapse when faced with pressure."

Bruce was undoubtedly one of the smartest of all present, and he also participated in planning this psychological warfare against Heincily from beginning to end.

He could predict that Heinciri would find a way to attack the command ship, because Cyril's behavior of hiding his whereabouts put a lot of pressure on Heinciri, and he would definitely do something to relieve the anxiety in his heart and destroy the ship. The brain of the Human Alliance is undoubtedly a good choice.

Therefore, on the command ship, he had an vague conversation with Cyril, which actually hinted that Cyril could abandon the command ship.

In this way, Heincily, who found that the action did not achieve the expected effect, would become more anxious and thus lose ground.

It's just that Bruce didn't expect that Superman would become Heincily's weapon.

Cyril, who has always been very happy to work with Bruce, looked at Bruce's tight jaw line and knew what he was thinking almost without guessing.

"Don't worry, Clark is fine. His actions were instructed by me through the team's private chat channel. How could Death be corrupted by the power of the undead so easily."

Bruce lowered his eyes, looking at the elf who was a few centimeters shorter than him.

He was embarrassed, and the other party's appearance was not glamorous.

They have been preparing for this decisive battle for two and a half years, and everyone is ready to die.

Bruce is not afraid of death, he is just a little afraid that many sacrifices will not bring the desired result.

He was still a little worried, worried that Jason and Alfred, who were left on Earth by him, would not only hold a funeral for him, but also face the undead's crazy revenge on Earth.

The elf rubbed the corners of his reddened eyes, unable to comfort his teammates, he could only force himself to think about the problem from the standpoint of Heinciri.

The BAU's professional criminal psychology team was away, and he was the person who knew Heincily best at the moment.

"Heinciri knows very well in his heart that I love Superman. He chose to corrupt Superman because he thought it would force me to come out. From this, it can be seen that he wants to see me and have a better understanding with me," Cyril's eyes reflected. In the flames, the black hole-like crack kept expanding behind him, and it slowly rotated, "But at the same time, he also attacked the command ship, and he kind of hoped that the human coalition forces would be defeated."

"So, as long as I choose to continue to hide myself, and the human coalition can reverse the disadvantage in one fell swoop, we will completely cut off Heinciri's two paths. He is not the kind of person who would sacrifice himself for the continuation of the undead race, He will only go completely insane because of hatred and unwillingness."

Hearing this, Bruce already understood what he meant.

"It's a bit risky to do that," he said.

Cyril nodded lightly: "I know." He looked up at Bruce's eyes hidden under the mask, a drop of sweat hung on the tip of his white nose, and his breathing was a little short, "Then would you like to bet once, commander?"

Bruce's Adam's apple rolled.

After five long seconds passed, Bruce raised his head and looked up at the sky. The blue stubble on his chin was intertwined with tiny red bloodstains, but his expression was calm.

Batman's deep voice sounded in the communication channel constructed by Cyril using magic——

"Hal, it's the turn of the Green Lantern Corps."

In the rolling black and thick gray sky, one after another inconspicuous space passages were quietly opened.

At first, no one realized it.

But in the thick gray-black, the little green glow is too obvious, like fireflies being released in the dark night where you can't see your fingers, or like green grass that breaks through the soil and stones in early spring.

is so beautiful.

The human coalition forces, which were still struggling to retreat, raised their heads and looked at the sky in the same posture as Batman, like a primitive human being seeing flames for the first time, and his heart was full of strange pulsations and hopes.

3600 sectors, 7200 cosmic reinforcements holding green lights, are here.

Those who followed them across space were the fighter planes all over Xandar, the two spaceships of the Guardians of the Galaxy, the golden Supreme Race, the silver glider on skateboards, and the Kerry Empire. And out of Ronan.

There are even players from the Collector's Arena and the Chitauri who once invaded Earth.

Even Cyril doesn't know that there are so many people willing to fight to protect this universe from being corrupted by the undead.

It wasn't Cyril who contacted and persuaded these people. Even as the new god of the universe, he didn't have such a big face.

It was Hal who persuaded the members of the Green Lantern Corps to run for it on OA, and the female speaker of Xandar was indispensable.

The battle on the front line has lasted for nearly ten hours, and this huge reinforcement was only in place under the leadership of the Green Lantern Corps.

This is Cyril's last hole card.

It was originally planned to use this force to hold the space defense line after the plan failed.

The Green Lantern named Mogo was the last to arrive. His body was very large, almost as big as the entire Dysville Planet City.

His body is a planet with self-awareness.

Now that the matter has come to this point, it is impossible for these forces that were originally divided and even hostile to each other to obey Cyril's command.

The belligerent Ronan attacked first, but the extremely fast Yin Hua was the first to arrive on the battlefield...

Until Mogo gathered his strength and shot a beam of light with a diameter of hundreds of kilometers towards the entire Daisville.

The walls of Dyceville were completely annihilated.

Prior to this, Batman had been busy withdrawing the ordinary soldiers on the battlefield back to the earth. Facing the impact of this level of power, it was difficult for them to survive. Even Tony was half-dragged and half-dragged back by Wonder Woman Inside the ship.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Heinciri froze all over.

He knew that under the action of the extremely corrosive power of the undead, this huge force would belong to the Lost Legion sooner or later, but before that, it was enough for him to die [-] times.

"It's really merciless." Heinshiri thought to himself, "But even so, I still want to see you before the temporary."

There is no doubt that his life has come to an end.

The elf he hated, admired, and twisted longed for was never to be seen again.

The dejected legion leader closed his eyes, mobilized all the power of the undead in the universe, and gathered it towards his body.

Like a river going to the sea, a tired bird returning home.

A new but decaying god is gradually taking shape.

Sensing the familiar flow of power, Cyril's heart sank.

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