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

Cyril stood in the corner of the meeting room hall, looking at the boundless universe through the special space glass.

"How do you feel?" Superman floated over with a glass of water in his hand, smiling.

Xi Ruier thanked her, took the water glass over, and then looked outside again, her eyes far away, "It's amazing, it turns out that those stars, the sun and the moon hanging far away in the sky, look so amazing from outside the earth. It's like this."

"Your medical report has come out," Superman spread out his palm, and above his palm was a light blue three-dimensional virtual drawing. A little Cyril stood obediently on it, and the lines around him marked him one by one. body data, "You said you belong to the light elves. Since there is no other control group, it is not possible to determine what is wrong with you, but overall you are still very healthy. But I am still a little curious, your physique and Humans on earth are slightly different, but not much. But when I first met you, you flew so high, didn't you feel cold, and how did you turn Wonder Woman into a lamb of?"

Cyril tapped the glass in front of him lightly with his finger, "Just as I am amazed by the technology created by human beings, magic is also mysterious and wonderful to laymen."

"Did you save me with magic today?"

Cyril raised her hand, tapped Superman's forehead lightly with her fingertips, brushed him with an intelligence BUFF, "Yes, I will thank you for the magic."

A few rooms away, Clark heard the movement of the green light entering the watchtower from outside, and the sound of the poor Martian Manhunter coming out of the treatment room. He touched his forehead curiously: "I will feel it well." Fantastic, magical, but now I'm off to a meeting."

"Do you mind if I still stand here and look at the stars?" Cyril looked up at him.

I don't know why, but Clark likes this kind of feeling. No matter who the elf looks at, his eyes are gentle and focused. The curve becomes soft and the lips part slightly.

Clark blinked and looked away: "I don't mind, just take your time."

Cyril leaned against the inner wall of the watchtower, and took out some snacks from his backpack that he had made with his half-baked cooking skills, and rested while eating.

The system didn't give him a reminder that the task was completed, so the attack on the Justice League would most likely have a follow-up, which was the main reason why Cyril stayed here with a shy face.

Different from Cyril's leisurely complacency, the alliance members who had each had a bad day sat in two rows around the conference table, and the atmosphere was a bit tense.

Superman can figure out that their attack has something to do with Batman. Others may not be able to figure it out, but they can almost feel it.

But even Hal, the Green Lantern who usually talks the most, didn't jump out to say the first sentence, as if everyone was waiting for Batman's explanation.

The Martian Manhunter leaned back in his chair, still looking a little weak—the magnesium oxide Superman injected him with neutralized the magnesium in his body, but now he still has some sequelae of metal poisoning and the psychological shadow of being burned.

Watching the scene fall into silence, Superman stood up first, wanting to alleviate one or two: "Robots, advanced drugs, psychological research... and specifically target everyone's physical or psychological weaknesses, whether it is a mirror demon or a leopard girl, they do it alone. Less than that, we need to find out who is behind it."

Batman got up and pressed a few buttons on the console, and a magnified map appeared in front of everyone. He said concisely: "In Louisiana, the swamp."

The goddess, who has always been straightforward, also stood up: "I don't think I'm the only one waiting for someone to explain."

Batman turned around, faced his teammates, and admitted frankly: "It's me, these plans are from me. I have carefully studied the background and ability of every Justice League member in the past and present, and formulated a backup plan to subdue you, though it will most likely never be used."

The Flash wondered: "Are you kidding me?"

Green Lantern frowned: "Why are you doing this?"

Diana slammed her fist on the table: "This is a trample on the relationship of trust between members of the alliance."

"Members of the Justice League are the most dangerous people on this planet. I need a plan to protect the safety of the earth in case you betray or are controlled," the eye mask on Batman's helmet flashed a white cold light, which looked very Ruthless, "If you want to accuse me, there will be opportunities in the future, but my plan was stolen, modified and used to attack us. Even if it failed, it delayed us for a while. Obviously, this is for a bigger lays the groundwork for a plan that we must stop."

"Batman is right," Superman nodded, seeing Green Light glaring at him, and said helplessly, "I'm not saying he's right to have a plan for each of us, I'm saying we have to figure it out Who is going to hit us in the back and then stop their plans."

Cyril, who was watching everything not far away, couldn't help raising the corners of her mouth.

To be honest, the scene reminded him of the Avengers.

But how to say, the atmosphere of the Justice League seems to be slightly more harmonious than the Avengers.

In other words, as the two most powerful voices in the team, Superman and Batman have little chance of quarreling, while Captain America and Iron Man can't wait to quarrel.

Everyone was silent for a while.

The Flash was a little aggrieved: "But none of us would make such a plan for you."

Batman still looked indifferent: "That's because you're idiots."

Green Lantern rolled his eyes: "I have no problem with your backup plan, but you are an idiot for letting others steal it."

Batman didn't answer, just leaned down and played a video.

"This was recorded after we subdued the robbery gang that day. The Mirror Demon hid himself in the rearview mirror of the Batmobile and followed me back to the Batcave. He was in a holographic form, so the motion detector did not detect it. He, too, did not raise the alarm."

The video shows Mirror Demon standing in front of a computer in the Batcave, plugging a finger-long instrument into the console.

He wore a communication headset and nodded from time to time, as if he was being directed by someone.Soon, the Mirror Demon got what he wanted, and retracted into the mirror again.

"He just copied the file, but mine was encrypted. If the password I set was compromised, it would transmit its location back to the Batcave."

"This place is the Louisiana swamp."

After hearing all the ins and outs, Superman stood up and said to all the alliance members: "Ready to go."

"Include me," Cyril raised her hand in the distance, "I want to go and see."

Everyone stopped and looked at the stranger who was brought to the watchtower by Superman.

Cyril took out a dark golden staff from his backpack, and smiled softly: "Why, wouldn't it be good to have one more person to help?"

"Let's go together then," said Superman, "You can ride in the same plane as Cyborg."

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The landform of the swamp is very complicated, the puddles are connected with the swamp, and there are very few places where humans can settle down. The sky is covered with dim and thick clouds, and even the tall and green trees grow feebly and distorted.

As an elf who loves the forest, Cyril instinctively hates this place.

He floated out of the opened fighter plane, followed directly behind the alliance members, and entered the building in front of him that looked like a ball.

No one spoke, Cyborg and Batman teamed up to block the siren outside the spherical building, allowing others to enter the central hall silently.

"Can this thing really kill half the population of the planet?" a voice asked.

Standing on the high platform, the man who used his financial and technological strength to organize everyone shook his head. He was wearing a slightly old men's uniform, with a strong and tall figure.

"Not exactly, the damage caused by the solar storm will be more chaotic. You can think of it as a kindling seed. When our launcher is turned on for more than an hour, this product will fly into the sun, trigger a strong resonance, and then trigger a solar storm Launched at the speed of light along the magnetic trajectory we left behind."

Cyril, who couldn't understand what the man was saying inside, turned her head and found that Superman had a serious expression and listened very carefully.

The voice inside continued triumphantly: "In eight and a half minutes, it will destroy the sun-illuminated surface of the earth, half of the population on the earth will die instantly, and the accompanying electromagnetic pulse will destroy all the technology on the earth."

"No more technology, no more superheroes, no more governments, the world will fall under our control."

The Mirror Demon sitting below listening to the lecture seemed to suddenly remember something: "Although we have delayed the Justice League, what if this plan is discovered by the Avengers? I heard that Tony Stark is also a technological genius."

Standing at the highest point, the man known as the Beast Vandal straightened his neckline: "This should also be thanks to Batman, I have passed the information on the Hydra Gotham branch that he eavesdropped on to A.I.E.L.D. Bureau and Avengers, probably they are fighting in Gotham City right now."

This sentence has a lot of emphasis.

Avengers, S.H.I.E.L.D., Hydra, fighting in Gotham City?

Cyril couldn't help but turn to look at Batman.

Although most of his face was covered by the mask, Cyril still noticed that Batman's face turned black all of a sudden.

This... is probably self-inflicted to some extent.

"This is really a great plan." After the doubts were answered, the Mirror Demon praised.