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

It took a long time to finish after the war.

When the threat of the undead disappeared completely, the cosmic coalition forces that were united together also fell apart in an instant. The army of the Kree Empire almost fought with the starships of Xandar, and the Chitauri and the people on Earth also had conflicts.

It was already three days later when Cyril took everyone back to his cosmic dimension.

They were bruised and bruised and lost many comrades in arms.

But once the mountain that was pressing on his head was removed, apart from the joy of the rest of his life, there was also a deep-rooted loss.

Especially the people on earth, not only defeated powerful enemies, but also saw more powerful civilizations from the universe. No one knows what the future will hold.

When the undead alarm was lifted and the news of the earth's coalition victory was spread all over the world through the satellite network and radio waves, human beings fell into a carnival with a sense of loss.

Amidst the frantic celebrations around the world, the superheroes who experienced the war did not even hold a party, and some even disappeared without a trace after handing over the command power in their hands.

But Cyril couldn't do it.

"Didn't you say that if there are no undead, you are going to give up?" Clark stretched out his head and put his head on the elf's shoulder. The curly hair on his head was wet, and the eyelashes were still wet. It was obvious that he had just taken a shower. , "Why are you busy again?"

Cyril straightened his tie and brushed Clark's hair casually, "Then we have to do the last bit of work well. If we let go of everything now, it will be a mess."

Clark then looked at him with a smile.

The elf covered his face and rubbed it, and said fiercely, "What are you laughing at?"

"To be honest, are you really going to let go of everything in the future?" Clark rubbed his cheek against Cyril's cold palm with his shaggy hair.

Cyril tied her tie in front of the mirror, and tied her hair behind her head. The pure black suit fabric wrapped her body properly, looking very formal.

He gradually calmed down with a somewhat relaxed and joyful expression, glanced at Clark lightly, and asked, "In the post-war era, would people on Earth still want to see that I still hold such a powerful authority?"

Clark was silent, and after half a minute, he straightened up and moved away from the elf, "We can try hard."

But the elf suddenly laughed, "I don't want to work hard anymore. If I become an idler, cooking at home every day, raising flowers and perhaps raising a dragon... will you have any opinion on me?"

Clark also couldn't help laughing along with Cyril, like a silly boy, "No. I may feel a little regretful as a part of Superman, but I am very happy that you are living the life you like."

Cyril grabbed Clark's collar, like a small animal, gently rubbed against the other's lips, and whispered: "Don't think about it so much, leave the future for us to solve in the future."

Clark nodded and let go.

Cyril opened the portal and stepped in.

On the other side of the door are countless United Nations officials and representatives from various countries sitting in vain, waiting for Cyril's post-war report.

They handed over the country's most elite fighters to a foreigner, and let the elves lead them across countless universes and dimensions, and faced powerful enemies, but at the same time suffered a lot of losses.

Cyril should give them an explanation.

Clark sat at home, watching simultaneously through his extraordinary hearing and eyesight.

He watched the elves with solemn expressions and clear language, facing the entire earth society and the controllers of power, advancing and retreating freely, talking eloquently, and narrating the entire process of the war.There are countless cameras around this visitor from another world, silently recording his every word and deed.

Before long, this scene may become a clip in movies and documentaries, used to make a perfect ending to the magnificent epic of human beings bravely resisting the invasion of the undead.

Clark suddenly remembered the scene when he and Cyril met for the first time.

The elf rode a dragon and flew from New York to the metropolis.

And Superman followed from a distance with doubts and precautions.

Clark's memory is very good. He still remembers that the elf jumped from the flying dragon with its fangs and claws. Its light body was like a fallen leaf.Downwards, across the night wind, the pale golden halo blessed by the Goddess of Light enveloped him, like a god's meteor falling into a mortal city.

At that time, Clark could not have imagined that the Goddess of Light, whom the elves kept talking about, turned out to be the initiator of the undead.What's more unexpected is that one day, he will pick up this meteor and take it home to treasure, take him to see the wheat in the Kent family's farm, and let him sleep on the bed he grew up in.

Clark was in a daze.

After such an arduous battle, he felt that he deserved to sit here in a daze, and no one could disturb him at this time to secretly watch his beloved one make a victory report to the world.

I don't know when, Cyril's side has ended.A tidal wave of applause and cheers swept towards the elves.

And Cyril seemed to be able to sense Clark's gaze, and smiled slightly in the direction of Metropolis, her green eyes were like water, and her face was as bright as snow.

The elf, who never liked to make noise, did not open a portal as usual and leave directly after the end.Uncharacteristically, he stayed where he was, shaking hands with every human who came to congratulate or chat.

It was not until dark that he walked out of the gate of the UN venue.

"In two months, you will be resigning from the position of 'Guangming' chief," a deep and hoarse voice sounded from behind, "Why?"

Cyril didn't need to turn his head to know that Batman must be behind him.

"You're asking the question knowingly." The elf pulled off his tie and breathed in the fresh air outside. "I thought you would agree with my decision."

Bruce wore a brand-new bat armor, only showing a chiseled chin, and answered the question: "You are a smart man."

Cyril stood facing him.

He has always admired Batman, just like he likes Tony's unreasonable defense of his friends, and Saul's hearty, strong and reckless.

But Batman was always a little different from them.

There's always been a rapport between Batman and Cyril that communicates with each other without having to make it too clear.

So Cyril knew what Bruce was thinking.

"You probably came here to ask me what plans I have for the 'bright' future." Cyril threw the tie back into the backpack space, "Forgive me, I can't give you an answer to this kind of thing right now. Rather You, wouldn't you have already made a plan against me, just like the plan of 'If all the Justice League become villains, how should I subdue them' that existed in your computer back then."

The corners of Bruce's mouth were slightly raised, and the big bat, which has always been unsmiling, put its hands behind its back, and his tone was rare and relaxed: "Please forgive me too, there is no doubt that I will definitely make this kind of plan, and there is more than one set, but that is not today. .”

"Then you're here today just to chat with an old friend?" Cyril raised her eyebrows.

Bruce was noncommittal.

"Looks like it is, is there anyone else in Zhenglian who wants to call Clark?" Cyril asked.

Bruce: "No." He paused, "I remember you always wanted to visit the Batcave."

Cyril became a little interested: "Oh, so you're finally willing?"

Since the elf is a mage, especially after becoming a god, as long as he has been to a place once, he can locate and open the portal. The old bat has never agreed to Cyril's request to visit the Batcave.

The two hit it off.

After returning to the Batcave, Batman changed his armor and officially appeared in front of Cyril as Bruce Wayne for the first time.

Probably knowing his identity is no secret to the elves.

"Are you leaving?"

Bruce, who almost never drank, had a terrible self-control, holding a wine glass, and clinked glasses with Cyril lightly.

"Not necessarily, the technology of the earth and the magic of my hometown... are terrible things for each other," Facing Bruce's endless words, Cyril understood, "Even if it is me, I am also not sure that after the two worlds are opened up, they will still be able to maintain peace."

Speaking of this, Cyril suddenly understood a little bit - why he and Bruce can maintain a rare tacit understanding.

They are very realistic and are not afraid to plan for the worst.

Compared with Superman's sunny and optimistic attitude, the gentle-looking elves and the dark-looking Batman are both pessimistic and gloomy.

After a few glasses of wine, the elf became eloquent and relaxed a little.

"Actually, I'm a bit reluctant to 'bright'." He lowered his eyes and smiled, mocking himself, "gathered the best agents in the world, got rid of the shackles of nationality and political affiliation, worked together and supported each other. There is no bureaucracy, no mess It’s a pity to disband like this.”

Bruce nodded: "Indeed."

"But you also know in your heart that 'Brightness' won't last long. Even if I stay in this position for one more day, how many important people will not be able to sleep at night."

Bruce looked indifferently: "If you really want to, why bother with those politicians."

Cyril was a little surprised, "I thought you would feel relieved when I resigned from the position of Chief 'Bright'."

Bruce: "I can't influence your decision."

Cyril swallowed a sip of the amber wine, and said with a smile: "There is no such need, I just rambled a few words, I should leave it to you superheroes to protect human beings and maintain world peace. I don't care too much about human beings." big feelings."

Bruce was really curious, "What about you?"

No one would believe that Cyril, who has a high reputation on Earth, plans to be an "idle elf" for the future.

"Although I have no feelings for humans," Cyril said lazily, leaning on the back of the chair, "but you know, I have always admired you superheroes."

Bruce didn't go any further.

The two raised their glasses and drank quietly.

By the time Xi Ruier returned home, he was already a little drunk.

Clark quickly warmed up a glass of milk for the elf.

The elf drank it down, leaving a white rim of milk around his mouth.He threw himself into Clark's arms, indulged his drunkenness, and a faint blush rose from the corners of his eyes and cheeks.

"Clark."

"Ok?"

"What do you think of being a superhero intermediary service center?"

"what is this?"

"I haven't figured it out yet. It's probably teaching magic, providing some magic potions and resurrection stones to Chaoying who has no money, and connecting new heroes who want to join various organizations? And helping them deal with the government. If someone makes a mistake matter, please ask suitable people like you and Batman to investigate...they should all need it."

"I feel good."

"That's all I'm saying, if you feel troublesome and don't want to do it, don't blame me."

"How could I blame you for this?"

"Clark, I'm a little sleepy."

"Then go to bed."