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

The figure that grew out of Heinciri's heart has drooping eyes, fair skin, bare feet, and is only wearing a simple white robe. His thick golden hair hangs softly on the back, giving off a faint brilliance. Pass.

Even though she couldn't see her face, she was astonishingly beautiful, and she was extremely out of place in the chaotic and bloody battlefield.

From a distance, it looks somewhat similar to Cyril.

Clark, who had been paying attention to the elves, frowned in confusion, obviously wondering why a god who gathered the power of the undead from the entire universe would have such an elegant and pure appearance.

On the contrary, Strange, who was standing behind Clark, was a little excited, his eyes fixed on the blurry figure, and after a few seconds, he suddenly realized and whispered: "So that's it..."

Clark turned sideways and looked at Strange.

The elves in the distance and the newly emerged gods still maintained a motionless confrontation, Clark couldn't help turning around, looking at Strange, wanting to hear what he had discovered.

"Siril told me before that in his hometown, the races transformed into undead will not lose their original occupations, archers can still shoot arrows, orc warriors and shamans can still use animal totems to achieve a level beyond themselves. power..." Strange spoke clearly, with a dignified expression, "Since the birth of the new god who gathered the power of the undead, in the magic dimension invisible to the naked eye, I saw a beam of golden light mixed with gray mist Appeared, do you know what this means?"

Clark was worried about the situation of this final battle, with some helplessness in his sky blue eyes, he whispered: "Stop playing charades, Dr. Strange."

"I often see that kind of golden magical energy in Cyril." Strange felt a little dry, "I feel that he, or she, is the one that Cyril always talks about." ...the Goddess of Light."

Hearing this, Clark, who was floating in mid-air, was stunned for a moment, and the coolness climbed up his back to the back of his head.

"How could this be?"

At the same time, Xi Ruier let out a long sigh, and said softly: "I guessed it would be you."

The woman laughed out loud, and looked back at Cyril with a look of doting and affirmation, with a gentle voice, "You are so smart, you can definitely guess it."

"The barrier of gods on the outside of the earth has not existed since ancient times." Cyril's expression was also faint, as if he was not facing the goddess he had believed in for hundreds of years, "It was only after you sent me here that it was arranged. of?"

The Goddess of Light straightened her forehead hair that was blown by the wind, revealing her eyes, green eyes like water, and blond hair shining brightly. The two stood opposite each other, like two sides of a mirror.

At this time, Cyril realized unprecedentedly that the elves were really a race created with the goddess of light as a template. Every inch of skin, every strand of hair, and every cell were like inferior replicas.

"Child," the goddess looked at him, her eyes gradually changed, becoming a little sad, as if she was reading all the misfortunes that happened to the elves, "I'm sorry for everything."

Cyril forced herself to meet the goddess' eyes.

In his continent, looking directly at the face of the gods was once a felony crime of blasphemy that could be punished by death.

But now, Cyril couldn't contain the anger and curiosity in his heart at all. He hoped that his gaze could be like a precise laser, cutting the goddess in front of him piece by piece into something he could understand.

"Why is that you……?"

But in the end, he just spit out a pale question.

The goddess looked even more sad than him, and there was a faint glimmer of water in her eyes, "Haven't you already figured it out? Just like what I once said to the assistant I sent to you, gods are also afraid of death, and they will also be afraid of death." Greed for life..."

Cyril took a deep breath and continued to ask: "Then why is it you, my creator?"

The Goddess of Light covered her face and shook her head overwhelmed, "God was just a child once, and I created a new life according to my own appearance. It was so beautiful at that time. I played with you and walked on the blue sea waves together. Swimming and looking at a little new flower together... watching you grow up and develop societies and nations and tribes and all kinds of wonderful loves and hates... I just crave this feeling too much. But whether it is You are still me, and you will die one day, I just hope that you can stay with me forever. With a single thought, I took a wrong path."

Her voice is so beautiful, more beautiful than spring birds and autumn springs.

In her narration, Cyril could already imagine the scene where the newborn god happily played with elves, humans and dragons.

"When the first generation of creatures I created were approaching the end of their lifespan, they begged me and their Creator to save them," said the Goddess of Light with struggles written all over her face. "Until then, I didn't understand that the original creatures is mortal."

Because life is short, these poor races mature and age earlier than their Creator.

The gods of the new generation were reluctant to part with their own creations, and used the power of arrogance to prolong their lives.But they died in the end, and became the first generation of undead after death, wandering alone and silently in the world, full of desire and jealousy for life and fresh flesh and blood.

In the prime of life of the gods, the undead were but a forgotten shadow.

When the first god came to the end of his life, these seemingly harmless poor people finally opened their mouths for the first time and bared their black fangs.

—Join us and become eternal life.

With just one sentence, countless powerful and perfect gods who have never suffered any setbacks in their lives were bewitched.

Until the undead swept one universe after another and became a devastating crisis.

And the gods are still mourning and weeping.

The gods were once children, and it was only at this moment that Cyril truly understood this sentence.

But he didn't want to listen any more, the smiling mask that he had habitually kept cracked a little bit, revealing an expressionless face.

"enough."

"do not talk."

The elf who evolved into a god thanks to the grace of the Goddess of Light lowered his eyes and glanced at the cosmic coalition forces who were still fighting hard below, his face became extremely cold.

"You put so much thought into getting me to where I am today, do you just want to talk to someone?"

The goddess, who is used to being so powerfully offended, did not get angry. Instead, she suppressed the tears in her eyes and said softly: "Although the power of the undead comes from my hand, it is not my original power. My soul was shattered and turned into countless fragments after being corrupted by the power of the undead. I need someone who is strong, smart and special enough to force the current legion leader to condense all the power of the undead in the universe. You did a good job , better than I imagined."

Even though he had made up his mind not to talk nonsense to her anymore, the question that lingered in Cyril's heart still blurted out——

"why me?"

The Goddess of Light's gaze became a little pitiful, "Because of Heinciri."

Cyril clenched her fists: "What else?"

"At the moment he was born, the Goddess of Fate, who had the same idea as me, predicted to me that he would become the next head of the Lost Legion. We can observe and use him. But he fell in love with an elf .”

"Love is the most deceptive emotion. Because of love and intolerance, gods created undead. Similarly, in the face of love, no matter how powerful a creature is, it will make mistakes again and again."

Cyril's fists were gradually clenched, her breathing became heavy, her long blond hair turned black almost instantly, and complex colors such as gold, green, black, and red appeared in her eyeballs and slowly turned, like an eternal galaxy.

He was beyond angry.

"You watched Heinciri go to the point of no return, you watched my friends being deprived of everything and brutally murdered, you watched the high priest of the elves sacrifice themselves to protect the race, and before he died, he still begged for your curtain , this is your love for creation?!"

The Goddess of Light seemed to have dealt with her helplessness and grievances in the confession just now, but at this moment, she seemed to be at peace, "This is the end of the matter, and I can't think of a better way."

The always calm elf stared at the goddess in front of him, the sound of his heart beating angrily was like a drum beating in his ears, and even his breath was filled with fiery sparks.

"Then let me end this."

The Goddess of Light smiled slightly: "I can't ask for it."

As soon as her words fell, the power deeply buried in Cyril's body could no longer be restrained, gushing out like a torrent.

The battlefield below seemed to have been pressed the stop button in an instant, the sounds of fighting, explosions and screams evaporated in an instant, and even the air flow stopped, and the silence was a little scary.

The final battle between the gods and the gods does not have any grand scenes and fights, and it even seems a bit boring because the Goddess of Light is too cooperative.

Only those who are deeply involved understand how dangerous this process is.

That is the power of the undead accumulated in the universe for hundreds of millions of years, and Cyril is just a new god artificially catalyzed.

He wants to use his own strength to completely purify them, which is an impossible thing to accomplish.

After becoming a god, for the first time, Cyril felt that he was so weak. He was hit by waves of energy, like a small pebble caught in a tsunami, and was beaten into darkness.The soul is being pulled, the strength is melting, and the edges and corners are being smoothed little by little.

Cyril was beaten on the shore, he was so small, like an ant living under the feet of an elephant, even if the other party didn't have any hostility, he would still be trampled to death if he was not careful.

But he became more and more angry.

This kind of anger burned his eyes red and gradually lost him.

So he rushed into the sea again and again, and was beaten back again and again. Slowly, he couldn't even remember his own name, but instinctively went to meet the sea that could crush him to pieces.

"Wake up!"

Suddenly, this angry pebble was picked up.

The person who picked it up was very gentle, held it in the palm of his hand, and brushed away the dust and stains as if it were a treasure.

His palm was warm, as always.

The angry Xiao Shizi suddenly froze for a moment, wondering, who is he?

The man had black curly hair, eyes like the clear sky, and cornflowers dripping with morning dew.

Xiao Shizi watched the other party stretch out his hand, and held him tightly in his arms. His broad palm pressed against his back forcefully, exuding an annoying temperature, which was very hot.

"Clark?" Cyril rubbed his eyes as if waking up from a dream, suppressing the emotion in his heart, and asked in a hoarse voice, "When did you come?"

At this time, Clark could still laugh, his eyes were bent, his beautiful eyeballs were wrapped in thick eyelashes, "Listen to you, digest all the power of the undead in your body, and come here."

Cyril struggled away from his embrace, while trying to adjust her obviously wrong state, while nodding, pretending to be calm, "Well, you did a good job."

"I heard it," Clark pointed out. Looking at the elf's slightly frowning brows, he quietly took the other's cold hand. "It can't be helped, Kryptonians have more sensitive hearing."

Cyril: "...we have to find a way."

"Any good ideas?"

The elf's fingertips ticked lightly, showing a thoughtful expression, "You have inherited the original power of the death knight, I need you to be a filter to dissolve the desire for life in the power of the undead and turn them into a pool of stagnant water .”

The death knight is the same age as God, and the accumulated energy is beyond Cyril's comparison.What's more, the power of death is the natural enemy of the undead, and the transformation efficiency is very high.

"Then, I will use my original power to restore them."

Cyril's eyes were full of splendor, and the power in his body was operating in an orderly manner under the urging of the master who had regained his sanity.

His original power was formed after absorbing various powers of different natures in the universe, it was very heterogeneous, and even he himself couldn't clearly say what this new power was.

But if a definition is required, Cyril prefers to call it balance and reset.

Within the field of his scattered power, any single power will be dispelled, turned into chaos, and return to the original state of the universe, full of vitality and complexity.

Clark is undoubtedly a powerful helper.

He seldom said some eloquent tirade in the battle, Superman has always been used to prove himself with actions.

The hand that the two held together never let go.

Under the temperature from the other party, the remaining anger in Cyril also quietly dissipated.

Nothing beats the bleakness of the past as easily as the goodness we have now.

But the crisis has not been overcome so easily.

The energy possessed by the two of them is still too weak for the power of the undead gathered in one place by all the universes.

But soon, in the frozen battlefield below, a figure moved.

Wearing a wide cloak, the Supreme Mage broke free from the confines of the realm of the gods, and rushed into the battlefield without hesitation.

"then!"

Cyril stretched out her free hand subconsciously.

Five colorful gemstones were strung together and landed in his palm.

Five Infinity Stones.

Strange looked at the Time Stone with some reluctance, and finally said: "There is still one soul gem, but that thing can only be obtained by sacrificing the soul of the person you love the most. You can use the remaining five , I can provide energy for you, don’t worry, I won’t settle accounts with you if it’s used up.”

The arrival of these five infinite gems can be described as a timely help.

Xi Ruier didn't know what to say, and finally said solemnly: "Thank you."

Strange had already closed his eyes, and a looming magical eye appeared in the center of his forehead—he was the supreme mage of the earth, and he was very familiar with the power of death. The power is still handy.

Apart from Strange, beyond Cyril's expectations, two other people also flew over.

It's Sol and Diana.

"I think I can help too," Thor grinned, "I'm the son of Odin."

Diana didn't say anything, but nodded towards Cyril.

Thor and Diana are not proficient in magic, they just chose the stupidest method - Thor held Thor's hammer and smashed it on Diana's shield over and over again, producing a huge explosion of energy, consuming as much energy as possible. The power of the undead rushing towards them.

Cyril's eye sockets felt a little hot.

In his original plan, only himself and Clark were included in the final decisive battle.

Unexpectedly, it turned into a team battle in the end.

They just went about their work step by step.

Dry, tedious and exhausting.

No one remembers how long this process took.

Just after time gradually lost its meaning, at some point, a ray of star light penetrated the atmosphere and the smoke of the battlefield, and landed between Cyril's eyebrows.

He turned away blankly.

The figure of the Goddess of Light has faded away, leaving only a faint outline.

She lightly waved her hand towards Cyril, her skirt was soft and her hair was lightly fluttering, just like when a girl saw the creation born from her hands for the first time, she was pure and happy.

The gods of the first generation finally fell.

It may be a good thing that the successor gods are not born, they have suffered, and are destined to be harsher, more self-restraining, and more restrained than their infantile, ignorant predecessors.

Xi Ruier and his comrades supported each other to barely stand still. They held hands and looked at the world side by side.

The sky is clear and the earth is clear and bright.

(Finish)

The author has something to say: After such a long time, it is finally over.

Thank you so much for your company, bow.

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