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

The starry sky and the vast universe passed by, and the planet with all kinds of wonderful plants became smaller and smaller in Cyril's sight.

The vacuum universe full of all kinds of radiation made the elf feel a little suffocated. He raised his head, followed his nature, and took a few deep breaths, but only inhaled a nose of floating dust.

The energy of magic prevents him from suffocating or being frozen into ice cubes by the very cold universe, but he is used to living in the atmosphere, and this feeling of no air and no gravity still causes a lot of discomfort.

Seeing his movements, Clark lowered his head, looked at the arching head in his arms, couldn't help but smiled slightly, and helped him scrape off a little bit of dust on the tip of his nose.

Because his communication earphone was plugged in the external ear canal, it had been burned out by the uncontrollable solar energy.

But in this extremely quiet place where the sound cannot be transmitted, Clark suddenly wanted to talk to Cyril very much.

Say what?

Ask him if he has anything to say.

Ask if the undead you met today is the enemy that Cyril said.

Ask him again, what is it like to die?

Finally, I would like to thank this elf for being willing to die with him.

The down-to-earth Clark always feels grateful. This kind of gratitude has nothing to do with whether the other party can be resurrected or whether he is used to life and death. The country boy in Kansas is always keenly aware of all the goodwill in the world. Then take it to heart.

The unremarkable satellite was getting closer and closer.

Cyril was held in Clark's arms, feeling the heat around her.He saw the opponent's skin and uniform gradually melting, and the body emitted scorching fire from the inside out. The sparks escaped from the big man's body and fell into the universe, but they did not go out because of the lack of oxygen, but followed Clark flew forward, and behind him scattered a brilliant light like the tail of a comet.

Although the skin was cracked inch by inch, Clark's appearance was not scary, and the flames all over his body shone brightly, clearly resembling a legendary god.

His eyes are slightly lowered, and the beautiful eyes are filled with the vastness of starlight, flickering in light and shade, as if they are so vast that they can contain all the beauty and filth in the world.Cyril raised his head, and was inadvertently caught by the eyes of the gods. The exhaustion from the battle was wiped away, and in a trance, only the other party's current appearance remained in his eyes and mind.

At that moment, Cyril seemed to hear the sound of her heartbeat again.

Some irregular, some flustered.

"We have arrived."

The satellite of Alpha [-] is much smaller than the planet, and its gravity is also very light. Because the atmosphere is thin, and it faces away from the star at this time, it is a dark and vast ice field, with strong winds and extremely harsh environment.

Clark bent down and put Cyril on the ground.

The underweight elf was almost blown away by the wind as soon as it was lowered.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Clark grabbed the elf's arm and joked with a smile in his eyes: "It seems that I can't let go."

Cyril was silent: "..."

Seeing that he didn't speak, Clark didn't care. He found a relatively flat rock, pulled Cyril to fly over, and then pulled him to sit on the rock.

"How long do you have?" Cyril lowered her head, not looking at him, let alone looking at him.

Clark calculated: "There are still about 5 minutes."

The elf remained silent.

Clark looked into the distance with him in the dark, and the open field made people feel relaxed. He turned his head to look at the right half of the elf's face, and his eyes followed the smooth and beautiful side face back and forth. After wandering around a few times, he suddenly asked, "What does it feel like to die?"

This question stumped the elf.

He has experienced countless deaths in his life, stabbed to death by assassins, slapped to death by dragon claws, lost his way in the dungeon, and committed suicide... Cyril's eyes gradually drifted away, and he did not answer Clark's question directly , but asked softly, "Are you scared?"

Clarke nodded sincerely: "When I knew I was going to die, I didn't actually feel scared, because I had to arrange something together, and there were many people and things to worry about... But now, there is a little bit."

The cold wind howled and circled, and the elf, who was proficient in ice magic, didn't feel the cold, but couldn't help but approached Clark, who was exuding heat all over his body, "You never underestimate matters of life and death, that's good."

Xi Ruier has lived for so many years, and the people he has seen who despise his own life are like crucian carp crossing the river, and the number cannot be counted.

Some of them became notorious, some achieved great fame and career, and even Cyril's trusted partners.

But in fact, he never liked such a person.

"There is one thing I don't know whether I should say it, maybe I said it, some people won't listen to my advice," the elf patted the back of Clark's hand, "Batman has learned the resurrection technique, and I have a lot of props here It can be used for resurrection, but I hope you will love your own life. Death is very fast, it is just a moment, and sometimes you don’t even feel pain at all, but if you get used to death, you will find that living... will become It's getting more and more boring."

The force that Cyril landed on the back of Clark's hand was very light, but the warm and delicate touch fell on Clark's heart all at once.

An inexplicable emotion emerged in Clark's heart. He turned sideways and grabbed Cyril's wrist, "What about you, are you used to death?"

There was a smile on the corner of Cyril's mouth, that kind of smile didn't have any meaning, it was just a physiological rise, he looked at the overlapped skin of the two, and reminded softly: "5 minutes is almost up."

Clark let go of his hand.

It turned out that time passed so quickly when chatting with the elves.

Clark, who had a premonition that he might no longer be able to get an answer from Cyril, lowered his head. In his super vision, a huge and bright flame burst out from his chest, very slow and very fast, in less than a second Everything was swallowed up in a matter of seconds, and the back of the dark satellite was completely illuminated.

Clark saw that Cyril was still smiling at him at the moment when it was completely obscured by the flames.

The big man whose body was broken into pieces stretched out his hand, not knowing what he wanted to grab, whether it was the scorching fire, or the refreshing coolness.

It's just that he no longer has arms that can grab anything, and he can't feel his own body anymore.

At the last moment, he thought, Cyril was right, it really was a quick thing.

Death is not painful at all, it just fills people with a boundless emptiness.

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The satellite of Alpha [-] was abruptly blown away by the energy generated by Clark's explosion, and as far as the eye can see, the surface of the satellite is full of deep pits one after another.

Gravel and dust are attracted by the satellite's gravity and are slowly rotating around it. The dust in the sky covers the little bit of light left, and you can't see your fingers.

After death, the world in Cyril's eyes turned completely black and gray. He inserted the shaman totem he had prepared in advance into his soul body, and an abundant force of natural elements instantly enveloped his whole body.An ancient hymn floated in the void, the voice was rough and heroic of the orcs, and people couldn't help but see the images of the orc ancestors struggling to survive in the grasslands and deserts.

As the singing stopped, Cyril's body had been reshaped, and she was still wearing the dirty white robe before death, looking a little pitiful.

The previous battles had caused a lot of wear and tear on the equipment, so this piece of clothing, which was naturally dust-free when the wear degree was zero, can't be cleaned at all now, and we have to wait until Cyril finds time to buy the materials before it can be removed from the system. Fix it there.

Shrill shook his head, simply put on his gray-blue robe, and at the same time took out another soul totem, closed his eyes, and searched for Clark's soul body.

A living person cannot see a dead person, unless the other person is an undead.

But the soul totem in his hand began to automatically search for the surrounding soul bodies.In this kind of place where there are no other creatures except these two, it is easy to catch Clark who is still ignorant.

Cyril simply let go of the totem in his hand, causing it to fly to Clark's side.

The same singing sounded, and a line of red letters suddenly appeared in front of Clark, who was in the state of soul body.

[Elf Cyril Canter wants to revive you, do you accept it? ]

Clark froze for a moment, then nodded.

The process of reshaping the body was so fast that Clark returned to the human world before he even had time to experience what it was like to live from death.

"Cyril," Clark looked down at his palm in the darkness, and called out the elf's name, "I'm alive."

Of course Cyril knew, because he once again captured Clark's value from the system panel - the perfect positive infinite health, standing there stably.

Because the surroundings were too dark, he pulled out a wand that could glow by itself from his backpack, held it up in front of him like a torch, and looked towards Clark along the source of the sound.

Then he saw a naked one.

naked/male.

Cyril: "..."

good body.

"Why don't you wear clothes?" Cyril demanded, "Why are you doing that?"

Clark, who has super vision, naturally knew that he was not wearing clothes. He scratched his head in embarrassment and explained, "My clothes were burned when they exploded just now. You should stop looking at me with your staff."

Cyril blushed a little, her ears trembled, and she didn't have time to correct Clark that the wand and the wand were not the same thing, but quickly extinguished the light on the top of the wand.

I almost forgot that although Superman's uniform is as invulnerable as himself, it is just a piece of clothing, not a piece of equipment with various attribute bonuses that can be kept forever. Naturally, it cannot be reshaped with people when resurrected.

"Ahem," Cyril flipped through his backpack and said to Clark, "Then come here, I have equipment for you."

Now Cyril can't see Clark, but Clark can see Cyril, and he can see the elf's jittery pointed ears.

This is very embarrassing.

Clark was obedient and walked towards Cyril.

But his skin was not that thick, the closer he got, the more pressure he felt from Cyril's looking around, as if the other party could see him.

Since Cyril couldn't see... Gradually calmed down, he took out the things he had prepared for Clark from his backpack and threw them at him.

"Your health and defense have reached their limits, and it's useless to pile up the values, so all I prepare for you are some equipment that increases resilience and comes with unlocking skills."

Toughness points can reduce the time of being controlled and weaken the degree of being controlled.

In doing so, the influence of kryptonite and various mind-controlling and magic-controlling skills on Clark can be minimized.

Among them, the orange bracelet was the reward Cyril received during the last mission, and its attributes were just right.

"The orange-level bracelet comes with a skill that can clear all debuffs attached to the user. After ten seconds of use, the user will not be affected by any debuffs. If someone uses kryptonite... ten seconds Is the clock time enough for you to beat your opponent?"

Clark put on the two-finger-wide black bracelet solemnly, and smiled with his teeth showing: "Ten seconds is enough."

As if to ease the embarrassment, Cyril continued to introduce: "Those two jewelry rings, one can store a spell-like skill, and the other adds [-] points of toughness and [-] points of undead spell resistance. I will go to Dalaran There is a second-level purification technique stored in the ring of guards. If you encounter an undead in the future, release the purification technique on him before beating him. In this way, he will not be resurrected again, and the wound recovery speed will also be slowed down..."

Hearing Cyril's ramblings, Clark fell silent.

"Most of them are accessories, because clothes and other equipment mainly increase life and defense, so I didn't buy them for you. And if you wear a Superman uniform, it's too ugly to put on other nondescript clothes... I The cloth armor I gave you is for my tailoring skills training, you wear it first, so you won’t run around naked..."

Finally, after a lot of nagging, Cyril had nothing to say.

Clark put away all these things. In the atmosphere of silence, he finally couldn't hold back and asked, "Have you been preparing these things for a long time?"

Of course, after being able to open the auction house, Cyril would spend time in it to refresh from time to time, looking for equipment suitable for Clark.

In his world, although there are a large number of them, high-level equipment is not so easy to buy in the auction house.One is because the drop rate of high-level equipment is inherently low, and the other is because most fighters, like Cyril, will stock up on several sets of equipment for different purposes.

"It's okay, just take a look and buy it when you see it." Cyril said lightly, "Have you put on your clothes? I'm going to open the portal and leave. This damn place is too dusty."

Clark was silent for a moment, then said, "Wait a minute."

After five seconds, the big man in the most ordinary cloth armor said, "Okay, let's go."

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Still a portal to New York City.

They left the battlefield, returned to the Fortress of Solitude, and then came to Planet Alpha 15. They experienced death, resurrection, and dress-up. Although there were many procedures, only about [-] minutes passed on the earth.

The situation is naturally still a mess.

And because the US military sent a large number of troops to the scene, it got worse.

The more than 800 million residents of the New York City area have basically been completely evacuated under the guidance of self-rescue organizations, the help of the Avengers and the Justice League, and the remaining S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.The population of 1000 million in the suburbs has not yet been completely evacuated because of the distance and relatively sparse population density.

In this way, the battle between the streets of the city and the sky has completely become superheroes and undead, army and undead, superheroes and the latest army soldiers who have been transformed into undead.

Those undead army soldiers not only have enhanced physical strength and resilience, but can also skillfully use human thermal weapons.

"Tony, why are they still in the war zone?" Cyril contacted Iron Man immediately.

Tony rolled his eyes: "Is there any way, will it work if I say not to let in? I'm not their chief."

Cyril couldn't help feeling very headache.

But fortunately, the S.H.I.E.L.D. mothership has been shot down. Except for the undead present, there is no new energy source for the power of the undead. Seeing that the defeat has been decided, Heinciri has fled back to his lair along the cracks in the god barrier .

The rest of the finishing work is just to determine the specific casualties caused by this unprepared invasion.

Cyril stopped talking, and flew into the sky with a backpack full of big blue bottles of mana potion, ready to continue his mechanical purification work.

"Nick Fury has taken back the mothership of S.H.I.E.L.D., captured a few Hydra agents who hadn't had time to evacuate, and some... evil/cult sacrificial items."

Listening to Clint's description, Cyril corrected weakly: "That's not a cult...it's a magic tool to quickly transform undead."

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of ding ding ding rang in Cyril's ear.

[System prompt: The task of resisting the first attack of the Lost Legion has been completed, please check for the reward. 】

After hearing the pleasant notification sound from the system, Cyril didn't wait until the current matter was resolved before checking the rewards.

Because the rewards for this mission are too special.

Opening the portal permissions of major cities around the world means that he no longer needs to run around the map to gain reputation.

Opening the full skill book of any profession means that he will cultivate a teammate who can truly cooperate with him perfectly and seamlessly.

And the special skill, the incarnation of the goddess of light.

Just by the name, you will know that it will definitely surprise people.

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