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

Cyril closed her eyes.

The scenes that have been planned in the brain for countless days and nights come true at this time.

After nearly 200 years, stepping on the corpses of countless close friends and relatives, this bloody nightmare is finally about to wake up.

The black hole in the sky continued to expand. Amidst the huge collision of weapons and the brilliant colors of various energies exploding, it still remained pure black, like silent eyes.

Soon, the black holes that had been bitten by bugs were connected from point to surface, and the sky was swallowed by black.And that greedy big mouth is still not satisfied, it is still spreading wildly, as if it wants to tear a hole out of the whole world.

The gray mist that had almost condensed into a solid body rolled up again, like a flood that broke a bank, rushing down crazily, roaring, roaring with reckless determination!

They are converging towards Heincili.

Cyril invoked the power of half the universe, forcing Heinciri to follow his preset path.

The time to complete the battle has finally arrived.

Cyril looked at the direction where the new god was born, and cold sweat dripped from his palms.

He didn't want to admit that at this moment, he was indeed hesitating.

"What are you thinking about?"

Bruce has already withdrawn with the Earth Alliance, and only some superheroes who are physically strong are left on the battlefield.

At some point, they had already gathered beside Cyril, with the same serious expressions on their faces.

Cyril turned his head and saw Clark floating behind him. There was still a smear of gray in his eyes, obviously the influence of the power of the undead had not been completely dispelled.

"Thinking that the dream has finally come true," the corner of the elf's lips raised a slightly bitter smile, "No matter what the result is, the messy things like undead and Heinciri are finally coming to an end for me."

Clark stretched out his hand to hold Cyril's shoulder, and bent down slightly regardless of the many people around him.

The foreheads of the two touched each other, and their breaths intertwined.

The handsome Superman looked a little sad, "Don't think so much, we have done everything we can."

Cyril: "Really?"

Clark blinked and looked very sincere: "Yeah."

"You're going to lie now," Cyril laughed out loud, glanced at Saul, Diana, and Strange behind him, and said in a helpless tone, "You people, have you ever felt that you have done your best?" Can you feel at ease with all your strength?"

This may be the common problem of superheroes, who are never satisfied, always feel that they can do better and take on more.

Cyril thought of himself in a trance when he just came to the earth, with an attitude of staying out of it, and what he thought in his heart was to leave as soon as possible after completing the task.

Since when did the expectant eyes of his teammates make him so restless?

Cyril admitted that he used to be very selfish, pretending to be friendly and perfect, to win the trust of people on Earth, hoping that they could help him fight against the undead, but what he thought in his heart was "don't rely on me, don't put I thought so well."

But when they really handed everything over to him without reservation.

Cyril knew that she couldn't escape.

No matter what he has been through, the proud elf is still in his nature.

"I am leaving."

Cyril took a step back, tied her messy hair high behind her head, and waved to the people present with a smile.

"I'll go with you." Clark grabbed his hand.

"Wait, let's digest the power of the undead in the body before we talk," Cyril had already floated into mid-air in the middle of speaking, "otherwise I will be distracted to protect you."

Clark made a move.

"Okay," the dark-haired young man's eyes were moist and clear, and the temperature of his fingers was slightly warm, "I will always watch you."

Cyril turned to leave.

No one noticed what was happening in this small corner, the newly arrived cosmic coalition forces were like a rainbow, and it was easy to deal with the hundreds of millions of miscellaneous soldiers in Delvis who had been drained of the power of the undead.

But they didn't realize that as large swaths of undead died, the concentration of undead power in the air rose higher and higher, enveloping the entire area and turning it into a prison.

If the undead are not completely wiped out, then these majestic cosmic legions will be corroded into undead within a few days and turn their heads to attack the earth.

The wind was raging and the fog was billowing.

Those noisy and noisy voices gradually faded away in Cyril's ears.

A mage dressed in white disappeared in the gray-black sea of ​​clouds, crossing the entire battlefield to attend an appointment with an old friend.

With most of the Earth Allied Forces withdrawing from the battlefield, the newcomers had only a half-knowledge of the battle situation, and no one noticed Heinciri anymore.

It was already difficult to see the original appearance of the mighty legion leader. He was still nailed to the spot by Odin's spear/spear, his body was dilapidated, the whites of his eyes were dry, and his body was covered with gray dark lines.

Seeing Cyril lightly falling in front of him, Heinciri finally rolled his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up with difficulty.

"You're here at last," he said.

Xi Ruier looked at him quietly, with long-distance eyes, as if he had passed through the bereaved dog in front of him, and saw someone else.

"Actually, I have thought about this day... No, almost every day, I have been thinking about how I will die." Heinshiri's face is still beautiful, with deep eyebrows and straight nose, as if broken and handsome His voice was very soft, "I think, one day when the power of the undead takes over all known universes, this world will just become a huge cemetery, and I will wait for death in peace. Or Killed by a challenger, but what difference does it make?"

While he was babbling, the power of the undead flowed faster, but Heinciri's face was visibly grayed out by the naked eye.

Cyril inevitably thought of the shy and handsome young man when they first met.

The elf felt that he should feel happy.

But he just felt tired and wanted to end it all quickly.

"Just think about it." Cyril's eyes met Heinciri's.

Heinciri's eyes became brighter, and the gray mist poured into his heart from other parts of his body, revealing his original pupil color instead.

A pair of pure black eyes shone like black gems.

Cyril's fingertips trembled slightly.

"When I was young, I was very eager to have power. Especially when my father was chasing me with a long sword, I watched myself being chopped into pieces, and then resurrected again at the resurrection point, I felt very angry, so angry that I wanted everyone in the world to suffer the same pain with me."

The elf raised his eyebrows expressionlessly: "Oh, really? That really deserves to be you."

Heinciri seemed to have turned back into the honest and sincere young prince no matter how he was bullied, and smiled with a good temper.

"But after I met you, I didn't think so for a while. I don't think you should suffer, what a lovely and unique elf you are. If you feel pain too, there is no way to dispel my pain Pain doesn't make me happy."

"Are you going to keep talking nonsense until you die?"

"I'm so sorry, Cyril."

Heinciri clutched his pierced chest, feeling that his time was running out.

"I don't understand until now, obviously... I am much smarter than my father. But why did I embark on a path exactly like his? Why can you tolerate my dullness, stupidity, mediocre strength, and being out of gregariousness... ...But you can't tolerate me killing those people? As I said clearly, in your heart, I am more important than them."

"In your mind, killing an innocent person and being socially incompetent are equally tolerable shortcomings, and that's the problem."

Cyril rubbed between her brows, tired of explaining.

He knew that Heincily wouldn't understand.If he could understand, things wouldn't be where they are today.

In his logic, there is always only "I".

It's "I" who suffers, "I" feels that you make "I" happy, and "I" is more important than all of them.

Since childhood, Heincili's cognition has been distorted.

His father is like a kind of torture that naturally exists in the world. He will not think that his father is also a thinking creature. He does not know why his mother committed suicide. He has no ability to figure out other people's thoughts, and naturally he cannot learn to worry other people's feelings.

Regarding Heinciri's misfortune, the original Cyril had heard about it countless times, and felt sorry for him more than once, feeling sorry and angry for him.

Now hearing it again, there is no fluctuation in my heart.

When the elf raised his eyes again, he found that Odin's Gungnir was trembling slightly, making a unique metal buzzing sound, and Heinciri's eyes were closed tightly, his teeth were clenched, and his eyes were rolling around, as if in great pain.

Accompanied by a long mournful cry, the spiritual spear shook violently, and the tip of the spear nailed to the ground had a tendency to break away.

Cyril grew wary.

Little by little, Heincily slowly stood up from the ground.

He still had his eyes closed, his lower lip was already bleeding from the bite, and the gray dark lines flowing around his body gradually faded until they disappeared.

Under the impact of the purest undead power in the universe, Gungnir left by Odin was shattered into pieces.

Heinciri suddenly opened his eyes, supported his heavy legs, and took a step forward, one step after another.

He is approaching Cyril.

The elf's long golden hair is clear in the air, and the fragrance of plants can be faintly smelled from the tips of the hair.

The distance between the two gradually narrowed.

The legion leader who had regained his freedom stretched out his hand in the direction of Cyril.

He was still unable to move, but his fingertips pointed at the fair neck of the elf.

At that moment, the scenes of Heinciri's cunning and sinister calculation of the elves and the earth flashed in Cyril's mind.

Without half a second of hesitation, he raised his arms, flashed a lightsaber in his hand, and plunged straight into Heinciri's temple.

And the other party's fingers finally touched the elf's skin, went up a little bit along the neck, and gently brushed the eyebrows.

Those dark green eyes are like a gentle lake and a dense forest, as if they live in it, they will no longer feel pain and anger.

Heinciri's bright red blood dripped down his face, and under Cyril's astonished gaze, he fell to the ground with a bang, his body shattered into tiny pieces of flesh.

At the last second when the thoughts faded, Heinciri thought to himself: "Another pile of rotten meat, as it should be."

Cyril felt her heart beating wildly.

His emotions were indescribably complicated, some were surprised, some were relieved that his hatred had been avenged, and most of all he was helpless.

But time did not give him a chance to continue thinking.

In Heinhili's corpse, there was a sound heart that was still beating, and it was absorbing the remaining power of the undead in the sky and the earth, like a whale sucking in hundreds of rivers, with great momentum.

Above the bright red heart, a faint figure emerged.

Cyril knew that a new god who commanded the power of all the undead in the world was born.

Like an auditory hallucination, several familiar ding dings sounded in my ears.

It turned out to be the long-lost system notification sound.

[The mission of the final battle has been activated, please pay attention to check it. 】

Task Description: Kill the gods representing the power of the undead, and purify all the power of the undead in the universe.

Mission Difficulty: Unknown

Mission Reward: Unknown

The system voice is low: "Welcome to the final mission, please don't disappoint the Goddess of Light."

The thick gray mist was slowly withdrawn until there was no trace of undead power between the heaven and the earth.

Cyril was finally able to see clearly the god who contained the most corrupt energy in the universe.

Even though he had already guessed, his breathing still couldn't help but stop.