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

Accepting Cyril's gift, the Kryptonian and the elf walked home.

And Cyril's excuse seemed to be more than just an excuse—in just a few 10 minutes, he had already finished two cartons of milk.

It was another day when the landlady downstairs went to bed early, the two walked out of the old elevator one after the other, stopped in the corridor, looked into each other's eyes, and seemed to have something to say.

"I'm already looking for those people you asked me to find," Clark finally spoke first, "If there is any news, I will notify you as soon as possible."

Cyril was slightly taken aback. Too many things happened in the past few days. He was about to forget this half-sincere, half-superman-excuse request, but he didn't expect the other party to still remember it.

"Okay," he turned his back to the door of his own room, watched Clark turn half sideways, use the key to unlock the lock on the wooden door, and lowered his gaze again, "The future will probably not be like the present, I The enemy of the world is bound to win, and conflicts will increase and become more unpredictable. You, be careful."

Clark stopped what he was doing, turned his head and smiled, there was no haze between his brows and eyes: "Don't worry, we Metropolitans survived the invasion of Darkseid, not to mention we still have Superman, the Justice League, and the government and the army. Instead, you have to be careful not to be defeated by them."

Clark's smile was very different from Cyril's.

Although the first glance makes people like it, the smile in Cyril's eyes is more like a kind of gentle onlooker, coupled with his different appearance from human beings, it makes the person being watched have a faint sense of righteousness. The feeling of being observed by the angels in the church frescoes.

It was a very beautiful experience, but after a long time, it inevitably makes people feel that such a smile and gaze are a bit ungraspable, incomprehensible, and even condescending, because an angel is not a human being after all, and his gentle smile is somehow For you, or for everyone who passes by this mural.

But Clark is different, he is so simple, clear and refreshing, he doesn't talk around the bush, and doesn't have meaningful eyes.Stray cats on the side of the road can be treated kindly by him, and strangers can also get a friendly hug from him.

If you think about it again, this person is every superman. He uses his ability to rule the entire world to help everyone with all his heart. After he almost lost his life and saved the entire human world, he never thought that he could have done otherwise, Sheri The smile on Er's face couldn't hold back anymore.

"I don't know." In the middle of the night, the lights in the corridor were all alone, dim and yellow, and Cyril held the doorknob with a low and soft voice, "I don't know if I will win, I lost once, Lost badly."

Clark's heart tightened. He felt something was wrong in a trance, but he didn't think that this elf, who had always seemed invulnerable, would secretly confide his deepest thoughts to a special person at a special time.

The little reporter quickly turned around, stretched out his hand, then retracted it, and finally put his palm on the opponent's shoulder, "Protecting the world is not your job alone. If they want to hurt you, it's not your job to hurt the world. Everyone else, we will stand by your side to help you fight the enemy."

"Thank you. With your words, I feel much better." After feeling Clark's warm body temperature penetrate the not-thick robe and fall on his shoulders, Cyril raised his head and politely put it back on. Put on a smile, "It's late, goodbye."

Clark withdrew his hand and put it on his side, his blue eyes seemed to be shining when he smiled, "Good night, I wish you a good dream."

Cyril and Clark turned around in twos, pushed open the door, and the intertwined shadows gradually separated.

The elf, who can't dream except under special circumstances, smiled silently at the closed door. Not only can he not dream, but he still has a lot of things to do tonight.

There are no priests in this world, and this matter has puzzled Cyril for a long time.

It's not that he hasn't tried to teach other people the skills of a priest, but whether it's Clint or Natasha, the prompts given to him by the system are a big cross. They don't have the talent of a priest at all, and they can't learn the skills of a priest. Skill.

It also makes the elves, who have long been framed by a fixed career framework, feel strange that although Clint has the best hunter talent and Natasha looks like a standard assassin, in the system panel, you can Fighter skills that enhance one's own defense and resilience, knight skills that use sanctions to stun the enemy, etc., can be learned by these two people.

And what surprised Cyril most secretly in his heart was the big black bat.

In him, Cyril saw the talent potential of assassin, warrior, knight, summoner and even mage at the same time.

Compared with the fixed routines in his original world, Cyril likes such a complicated situation more, because it means that when allocating skill resources, he can be more flexible and targeted to use what the team lacks and shortcomings Quick top up.

So, tonight, Cyril is going to Gotham to talk to Batman.

Originally, according to the original plan, he was supposed to stay in Metropolis for a while, and he would not leave until his reputation was enough to open the portal, but because Superman was accidentally hit by a kryptonite bullet, he rescued Superman in full view. Superman.

Just this one move, after being posted on social media by the onlookers, Cyril's prestige in the metropolis suddenly reached a friendliness.

It can be regarded as borrowing Superman's good reputation in the metropolis, saving a lot of trouble.

Therefore, Cyril can already leave the metropolis and open maps of other cities.

This time, Cyril, who has some experience in human society, did not ride his flying dragon to Gotham City next door, because the Batman on the opposite side didn't look as friendly as Superman, and he did witness Batman's attack on Gotham City. The city has a perverted desire to protect.

The elf, who doesn't want to take anything, travels lightly, buys a ticket by himself, takes the cross-city light rail, and soon arrives in Gotham City, which is only across the river from the metropolis.

Gotham City tonight is obviously much more lively than usual. Cyril doesn't need to contact the Avengers. Just looking up at the planes with the black eagle pattern coming and going, he knows that S.H.I.E.L.D. has sent a lot of people tonight come over.

And the people in Gotham City are worthy of long-term experience. Even in the middle of the night, there are still people who are not afraid of death watching the excitement from a distance. Cyril didn't even ask much, just flew into the air and looked around from a distance. Know where is the base of the hapless Hydra Gotham City branch.

Cyril's levitation technique is not very fast to use, but fortunately, it is in the air, and there is no need to follow the complicated roads of the city planning. The straight line between the two points is the closest, and within half an hour of flying, he will come Arrived at the scene of the incident.

After falling to the ground, he easily blended into the crowd of onlookers.

Although his clothes and appearance are very eye-catching, but he can sleep well in the middle of the night, and the melon-eating crowd who came to watch are obviously not normal people. Xi Ruier saw several people with their faces painted A lady in green, a man with a burlap bag on his head and two holes cut out, and even two or three men wearing tight black jackets made of plastic and covering their faces with black cloth... probably Little Batman fan.

Compared with these grotesques, Cyril is really the most normal one.

These villains such as COS Poison Ivy, Scarecrow and even the Joker and the little fans in the clumsy Batman suits gathered together. Although they were separated by the police and SHIELD’s cordon, they still had a good chat. happy.

"How's the situation inside?" Cyril interjected very familiarly.

"It was almost a fight!" The person who was questioned by Cyril put down his binoculars, and shook his head regretfully, "It was just a little bit close to seeing the Avengers fighting Batman, what a pity the S.H.I.E.L.D. Too soon, it was a government department again... I also saw an old man in a general uniform coming, so there was no fight in the end."

Cyril: "..."

After asking a few more people, after understanding the general situation and knowing that the matter was over, Xi Ruier stood at the same place with peace of mind, waiting for the matter to be dealt with.

The captured Hydra agents and researchers were handcuffed and sent to the plane, and some of the mutants they used for human experiments were recognized as wanted criminals, and they were sent to the airport along with the Hydra people. Temporarily held in prison.More were captured by innocent people, and some smuggled foreign mutants were involved in international human trafficking. The Interpol who heard the news also came to count and busy.

Cyril is patient because he has a hunch that Batman will see him.

And seeing him, Batman will definitely come to him.

By two o'clock at night, the bustle had dissipated, and Hydra's base was basically evacuated, leaving behind a dozen S.H.I.E.L.D. agents to seal the gate with a special anti-gravity lock, sealing the place permanently.

The crowd has also left. When the moonlight is at its brightest, the birds in the suburbs are quiet. The sight is the dilapidated industrial area left over from the last century in Gotham City. The unpleasant wind blows through the bare branches of the trees. , bringing out the rustling sound.

"Why are you here?"

Someone turned his back to the round and bright moon, and suddenly appeared behind Cyril.

Because the surroundings were very dark, and also because of the backlight, Cyril turned around, only to see a vague black figure and a cold white light in the eyes. If one doesn't pay attention, it's the same as blending into the dark night.

Cyril: "If I don't come to you, you will come to me."

Batman stood still two steps away from Cyril, the black cloak was like a shadow that followed everywhere, draped behind him, swinging gently in the wind.

After two seconds, he nodded slightly: "That's right."

"Actually, S.H.I.E.L.D. is also looking for me," Cyril said, "Everyone on Earth should know about the Lost Legion and the power of the undead."

"you can say."

Cyril looked up at the sky, "I originally wanted to explain the matter to all members of the Justice League face to face, but the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. probably won't be able to sleep tonight, so I just have something to give them...so Please think carefully about what I’m going to say before telling everyone.”

The big bat seemed a little puzzled: "After I made a plan for all members of the alliance, do you think I can still represent the alliance?"

Although it was an interrogative sentence, when it came out of his mouth, it sounded plain like a declarative sentence.

Cyril rolled her eyes and said with a smile: "They may be a little angry, but they still trust you. Since they all trust you, why can't I tell you directly?"