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

There is no sound in a vacuum universe.

Hal could hear the beating of his own heart, noisy and disturbing.

"Superman!"

He heard himself blurt out unconsciously, but he didn't know what he wanted to say.

Advise Superman not to go and give up half the life of the earth?Green Lantern couldn't say that.

But even Superman is still insignificant to the universe. Let him block the solar storm in the most brutal and simple way, wouldn't he just watch him die?

Hal couldn't bear it and wanted to close his eyes, but his body seemed to have a mind of its own, staring closely at every movement of Superman.

In the silent universe, everything is like the oldest silent film of mankind.

There is no human who does not worship heroes.

In the Bible, Moses led his people to escape from Egypt, but was blocked by the Red Sea in front of him. The gray-haired Moses bent down on the ground, crying for God's help, but found nothing.Moses realized that he and his people had nowhere to go, so he wiped away his tears and led the crowd to the vast ocean.

In desperation, the sea parted for him and gave him passage.

In the oriental mythology, even if Jingwei cries blood, he will fill the sea, and Yu Gong will move mountains even if he knows that he can't do it.

Sometimes being a hero isn't about knowing I can do it, it's about knowing that in the moment, no one else can do it either.

It's nothing more than trying it for others first.

The solar storms that are drawn to the earth along the magnetic track do not seem dangerous, but are very quiet. They light up the universe with their own light and hot spots. Signs of a half-earth wrapped up.

Now that Clark had made up his mind, he rushed into the tangle of lines recklessly.

The surroundings are hot and bright, and the feeling is not uncomfortable at first. Clark seems to understand the feeling of these lifeless energies. They just left the house because of the temptation of the bad guys, and wandered aimlessly along the road in front of the house. child.

Clark opened his arms wide, allowing the energy of the solar storm to pass through his body, making them jump in blood vessels, internal organs and cells, explode and extinguish peacefully.

At the same time, Cyril, who had turned into an energy body, opened his arms in a magical dimension invisible to the naked eye, plunged into the space barrier left by the gods, split himself into countless small pieces, and then compressed into an infinite space. The extended silk threads are stitching up the fine cracks in the barrier.

In this wonderful dimension, Cyril can see Clark in the universe, his infinite smallness and infinite stalwart.

"What a fool," he thought, "a fool who doesn't know what to say."

Cyril saw Clark's skin melt, revealing the texture and bones, and tenaciously growing out again.I also saw the expression on that fool's face, not flustered or desperate, just very focused and serious, just like the little reporter who sat in front of the computer writing in the middle of the night, it seemed that what he did was not a great thing.

In the dimension of magic, time loses its meaning.

Cyril actually started to be dazed.

He thought, why did he come here in the first place?

Coming to the earth is a last resort, and the purpose of coming to the metropolis is to find a reliable teammate in order to complete the task.

Destiny is probably the silk thread blindly woven by the goddess of fate with her eyes closed.

She has no eyes, but she can see everything.

Cyril's soul body without any shape hovered around Clark, and then bowed deeply behind the other party with the highest etiquette of elves.

In his culture, this represents the greatest respect and appreciation an elf can offer.

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The world destruction that the Justice League feared did not come as promised.

Even though NASA issued an emergency warning, the world fell into a panic for a while, but after more than ten minutes of panic, everyone calmed down, but found that nothing happened.

Hal stood silently behind the protective cover, using the lamp ring to continuously output energy to protect those human space stations and satellites affected by the sporadic solar energy.

Until Superman returns.

It was the first time Hal saw such a distressed Superman, the uniform was tattered, and there was still a burnt smell on it.

"Are you okay?" Hal rubbed his eyes, he couldn't believe it, "You... have absorbed all the energy that can kill half of the people on Earth?"

Clark looked down at his ragged clothes, and covered them unnaturally, "I guess so, there is no other way, can you stay here by yourself? I'll go back and change."

Hal nodded feebly.

Things have come to this point, it is basically over.

The Justice League has been in contact with the military, and they couldn't wait to send people over to send the villains subdued by the Justice League to prison, and then began to understand the situation with Batman.

Clark, who returned to the Fortress of Solitude, changed his clothes first, but his face did not seem to have finally resolved the matter. He took a tube of his own blood from his arm, put it in a medical device exclusive to Kryptonians, and stuffed the blood sample into it. Press the button to start testing.

The machine worked silently, and Clark circled around his fortress.

After finishing everything, he dug out a spare earphone, replaced the damaged one, and contacted his other team members.

That's the first sentence.

"Cyril...is he alright?"

Batman in the Doomsday Hall was talking to Ms. Waller, who was sent by the official fighter plane. He heard Superman's voice in the headset, and he said without squinting: "There is no news yet."

Clark became worried again, although he had heard what Cyril said before and knew what he was going to do.But magic is too unfamiliar to Superman, and he can't even guess what is going on with Cyril now.

"Do you think something will happen to him?" Clark asked Batman.

"What do you think?" Batman asked back.

Clark: "I don't know..."

Ms. Waller, who was a little overweight, waved her hand in front of Batman with some displeasure: "Batman? I thought it was the most basic courtesy not to be distracted when talking to others."

Batman: "Superman, if you have nothing to do now, come and help me deal with Waller. I'm going back to Gotham to see what Hydra and the Avengers are doing."

Clark sighed. Based on his familiarity with Batman, he only looked at the other party as if nothing had happened, so in the heart of the big bat, he probably thought that nothing would happen to Cyril.

But he just couldn't help worrying.

After re-changing his uniform, Superman flew out of the Fortress of Solitude, gave a few instructions to the Kryptonian robot who stayed inside to watch the house, and then locked the gate of the fortress with the huge, high-profile golden key, facing the Louisiana swamp. Fly to the Hall of Doom.

And the big black bat, seeing that Superman had arrived, didn't even have time to say hello, just like a cat whose tail was burned, jumped on the batwing plane, and flew back to Gotham to take an oath of sovereignty up.

Ms. Waller clearly prefers the kind-hearted Superman to the icy Batman.

"I have understood the general situation. I hope you can provide a written report and send at least two people to testify in court when Vandal and his accomplices are tried...Superman?" Waller rolled his eyes and stood staring. Superman with blank eyes, "Are you listening to me?"

The absent-minded Clark was stunned for a moment: "Of course I heard the written report and sent at least two people to testify in court. You can continue to talk."

Although the kind-hearted Clark was unwilling to admit it, among all the members of the Zhenglian, no one really liked this Ms. Waller, who had a military background and was sent to contact them.

On the Avengers side, at least Black Widow still likes Nick Fury.

But even if he doesn't like it, Clark has never been more obvious than he is today.

Waller held back his anger, and finally finished everything, so Clark quickly agreed to all the reasonable requests in it, and then turned around and disappeared instantly.

It's been a long day.

Not just Superman, but Clark, who is also a reporter for the Daily Planet, actually has to go to work.

How heartless, a hero who saves the world can't even get a cup of cozy afternoon tea.

Because of the solar storm that nearly destroyed the world, the other social animals got a day off.But the reporters were busy like never before, being whipped up and spinning by their bosses like unlucky spinning tops.

Seeing his good friend Jim and the reporter Louise who has always admired him looking for Superman everywhere, and wanted to do an exclusive interview on this matter, Clark had to find an excuse to go out for an interview and put on Superman's uniform again. Pretending to be met by them, let these two journalists who were also not easy get the news.

And the case between the Lex Group and the construction workers' union had finally improved, and it was impossible for Clark to give up.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the Daily Planet building was still brightly lit. Clark raised his head from the computer, feeling extremely tired. He pinched his stiff neck and wanted to get up to get a glass of water.

Just standing up, Clark's brain was a little dizzy. He slipped on the soles of his feet and almost fell. He staggered and held the table with his right hand to keep his balance. After a few seconds, he returned to normal.

After receiving the water, Clara took a few sips from the water glass in a daze, then buried herself in her work.

It seemed that he could hide the worries in his heart.

The report of the blood test in the Fortress of Solitude had already come out, but Clark didn't go to see it.

I don't know if Cyril has returned to the earth. Obviously, he can use the super sight to turn over the earth, but Clark still doesn't look.

He admits that he has his moments of weakness.