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

Unknowingly, in Cyril's extensive list of skills, there was an extra inconspicuous skill introduction.

Cyril didn't delay, and directly clicked on the detailed introduction on the system panel.

But it is disappointing that the introduction of this skill is only a few short lines, especially the introduction of the skill effect is vague.

【Incarnation of the Goddess of Light】

Skill introduction: After using it, you are the incarnation of the goddess of light walking in the world, blessing all things for the gods.

Conditions of use: It can be used when the number of undead around is greater than or equal to 300 million.

Special reminder: Your ability comes from the divine power left by the gods in this dimension. It cannot be recovered after consumption. Please use it green and environmentally friendly.

Cyril stared at the special prompt and read it over and over several times.

"System, if my guess is correct...the divine power that I can use in this universe actually comes from the god barrier, right?"

The system, which has been familiar with the host for a long time, answered Cyril without hesitation: "Currently, most of the divine power left by the goddess of light in the world is used to fill the barrier of the gods. Your understanding is correct."

Cyril: "..."

That being said, it is quite expensive to use this skill once.

Cyril originally thought that this overly powerful skill would either cause a strong physical burden on the user, or have a long cooling time.But I didn't expect that this skill completely eliminated the possibility of abuse.

Looking at the chaos below, the undead holding M4 carbines/guns confronted the superheroes in the street, and tanks occupied the streets of the crossing like fortresses. Martial law, a steady stream of troops and armed police are entering.

If they have not been harmed by the purification technique, no matter what kind of conventional weapons are used to temporarily kill them, these undead will still entangle here for a long time, until they are exhausted due to being separated from their original power for too long, or until the time when the lost army invades Meet it one day.

But no matter what, such a New York will completely become a military restricted area.

This is the most prosperous commercial city in the entire United States, or in the entire Americas.If the undead cannot be completely cleaned up, tens of millions of people will be homeless, the rich are fine, but the middle class and the bottom will lose their jobs, real estate, and even become homeless.The economic burden brought by paying back the dead and helping tens of millions of disaster victims may overwhelm the central government, which was already overwhelmed by the debt crisis.

The more in danger, the more precious order is.

Heinciri has become smarter since he became an undead.

After weighing the pros and cons, although Cyril was very worried about the condition of the god barrier, instead of worrying about this kind of thing that would be swallowed by the undead sooner or later, it is better to take it out to save people now.

Cyril made up her mind and stood there without moving.

His surroundings were empty, and those undead who had lost their commanders and ran around relying on instinct did not receive orders from their superiors, and naturally avoided creatures with mutually repulsive attributes like the light elves.

The Superman who returned to the earth first went back to the Fortress of Solitude, put on a uniform again, and now stands next to Cyril.

"I may need some protection next," Cyril turned her head to look at Clark, and said cautiously, "You can pay more attention to me."

Clark, who had returned to his normal state, nodded: "Don't worry, I won't let others attack you."

Cyril rummaged through her backpack and took out something.

The number of undead in New York City is less than 300 million, but he happens to have a loot captured from the enemy - a necklace that stores the power of a huge undead and can transform millions of undead.

Sure enough, after wearing this animal tooth necklace, this skill can be used.

With the expectation of solving the current predicament, Cyril activated the skills.

The tall elf was lifted by an unknown force and gradually floated off the ground.It was already 03:30 in the afternoon, the sun's rays in winter had already dimmed, but now it suddenly brightened, clearing away the heavy haze in one fell swoop.

Clark felt strange, because from his eyes, there was no change in the sun.

Soon, the sunlight penetrating through the clouds was like strands of luxurious golden threads, woven onto Cyril's body by the loom, layer after layer of light gilding his body with gold.A faint light and shadow appeared behind the elf, and in the shadow was a woman with a smile on her lips.The woman was wearing the simplest white robe, her blond hair was winding, and her eyes were as clear as water. Everyone she looked at seemed to be back in the arms of her mother, and could sleep peacefully.

Cyril felt an unprecedented force in his body, surging and jumping between every inch of blood vessels and muscles, as if he could destroy the entire earth with just a move of his finger.

His body flew higher and higher, and the virtual light and shadow behind him grew bigger and bigger, almost covering the sky of New York City.

With almost no need to get used to it, Cyril knew what she should do.He waved his hand, and countless thick golden light spots protruded from his fingertips, like stairs falling from heaven, interweaving and intertwining in the entire space of New York City, cutting the three-dimensional three-dimensional space into countless volumes. Small servings of the same.Orderly and precise.

As if this is what the space should look like.

Facing Cyril's second-level purification technique, the undead screamed in pain.But facing these miraculous golden threads, they didn't show the slightest expression of pain, they just froze in place, their chaotic minds gradually returning to calmness.

Tears welled up from their sunken eye sockets.

All this was clearly recorded by some unafraid journalists and footage from military helicopters.

After an unknown period of time, looking at the scene on the camera, and then looking up at the undead kneeling on their knees, and began to say prayers, a reporter blurted out.

"My God... this is a miracle!"

"God bless us!"

"New York City is saved!"

After an afternoon of entanglement, the number of undead in the city continued to increase, reaching close to 10 people, not to mention those who had been infected but hadn't been completely undead.

At this time, the light gray mist gradually overflowed from the bodies of these unfortunate people, drifting in the entire city, and was quickly strangled by those golden threads like laser traps, and disappeared without a trace.

Cyril is like the ancient god in charge of agriculture in the legend. Using his own farm tools, he personally plowed the entire New York City inch by inch, tidying it up clean and refreshing.

His worries didn't happen. When the skill was activated, no undead received an order to interrupt him.

And after the skill is activated, no one can prevent the incarnation of the goddess of light from exercising the power of gods in the world for her, spreading light.

Everything went smoothly too.

Except those undead whose progress bar had reached 90.00% were killed on the spot, the rest of the people were all fully restored to human appearance, even though some had been turned into [-]% by undead.

Cyril calculated silently, the death toll was controlled at 920, no one was injured, and there were no undead wandering in New York City.

As for the loss of property, it will be left to human beings to calculate it themselves.

After finishing the matter, Cyril quickly turned off the skill.Although it is very sad, but if you stay in this miraculous state for a second longer, the more energy will be consumed by the god barrier.

He returned to his original form and fell to the ground.

Whether it is an ordinary human being, an army soldier, or Chaoying who has been exhausted for a long time, they all look at him with different expressions.

After a few seconds, there was warm applause and cheers from the crowd.

Thank you for the blessings of the gods, and thank you for the heroes who rose up to fight against evil.

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This is the first dinner between Zhenglian and the Avengers.

It was said to be a dinner party, but no one really put their minds on eating, and more people were still discussing what to do after the battle.

As the person who knew the Lost Legion best, Cyril became the one who was asked the most questions.

Batman changed his hell armor and wore the one he wore most often in Gotham. He lowered his head and cut the barbecue on the plate. Hearing the conversation that Hawkeye insisted on dragging Green Arrow to compete in archery, he raised his head. , Looking at Cyril: "I have a question. There are many civilizations in this universe that are more backward than the earth. Why doesn't the Lost Legion defeat them first, get enough soldiers, and then invade the earth?"

Cyril was chewing on the barbecue. After hearing the question, he swallowed the delicious barbecue and replied: "Because it is unnecessary. They have invaded many worlds and have enough soldiers in their hands. The source of soldiers is not the first consideration." Things, the important thing is the location of the earth. If I were to describe it, your universe is viewed in the magical dimension, and the earth happens to be a city standing at the narrow entrance of the god barrier, with fertile plains behind it, and towering mountains on both sides. If you want to capture this universe, you must first capture this city and grab the entrance before you can send troops."

There was a sneer from the side.

"You don't understand this. The earth is the heart of the multiverse. People in Zhenglian don't even have this little knowledge of physics, right?" Tony held the bottle and drank in a nonchalant manner.

The big bat glanced at the bearded man coldly, his tone was flat, and his voice was still that damn hoarse and sexy: "Compared to the level of technology, our watchtower is much better than your ostentatious Avengers building."

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Steve quickly tugged on Tony's sleeve, and Clark also tugged on the cape of the big bat behind.

"Hmph," Tony said lazily, raising his head and crossing his legs, "forget it, don't bother with this kind of brainless macho who wears black tights and uniforms all day long to show off his muscles."

All Chaoying in tight uniforms: "..."

King Black Panther who felt offended: "..."

"Ahem," Cyril hurriedly coughed twice, "I have more important things to say."

Because of the last big move, he gained the impression of "very powerful" in the hearts of all Chaoying, everyone stopped and looked at Cyril.

"It's about today's army." Cyril's expression became serious, "Why did they come so late? At the beginning, when the undead were in a dominant position, they didn't come to reinforce them, but they waited until the undead fell into a disadvantage and sent them Send them in. It's as if they were specially used as a supplementary source of troops."

The faces of many Chaoying became ugly.

As Chaoying who walks between the villains and the law, they don't have a good understanding of those politicians.

"We should have prepared for this earlier. They are likely to hold the S.H.I.E.L.D. If so, I hope you can help monitor Africa to avoid large-scale infection.”

The panther was a little confused: "Africa?"

Cyril was silent for a few seconds.

"Based on my experience, politicians and people from poor areas are often the top choices of the Lost Legion," Cyril said in a deep voice, "because the former is ambitious and the latter has nothing to rely on."