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

"Are you waiting for me?"

asked Shadow.

Cyril pinched the plastic straw inserted in the milkshake quilt, and poked the strawberry pulp underneath.

"No."

Shadow smiled faintly, "But I have been waiting for you for a long time, and you came later than I expected."

The outline of the slender shadow is blurred, sitting quietly in a grotesque background, with the bright sunlight outside the window behind it, it is extraordinarily lonely.

But Xi Ruier could tell that she should have been a woman before she was alive, and there was a calm and gentle voice in her voice, which made people feel good.

"Why wait for me?"

Cyril was still drinking his cup of milkshake that was about to melt. The mirror on the right reflected the thick silk robe, which reflected the classical luster of the golden thread in the dark embroidery of the clothes. Make him very unpredictable.

The sound of fighting came from a distance outside the glass window, and the shadow listened attentively.

"Because you are the one who is destined to save this planet." Her blurred eyes were kind and clear, like an old man who lived for many years, and like a monk with a bright heart, "I have completed my mission and will soon It's an honor to see you before disappearing into nothingness."

Hearing this sentence, Xi Ruier became interested. He put down the plastic cup in his hand and looked at her with probing eyes: "Who are you?"

"Ancient One, the former Supreme Mage on Earth."

Cyril hadn't heard of this name before, but she could taste its meaning.

Ancient One

"I can resurrect you," Cyril showed his kindness to the other party, "as long as your soul body is still there, the body/body can be reshaped."

Gu Yi shook her head lightly, her tone was like a pious monk chanting scriptures, which made people feel peaceful: "I have done too many things and told too many lies just to maintain the existence of this body. Now that I can finally let go of my burden and go to see Vishanti, why should I stay here and linger on my last breath."

Cyril still wanted to fight for it: "There is a sword of Damocles hanging above the earth that may fall at any time. Since you are the supreme mage, why did you choose to leave at this time?"

"If I insist on living forever, won't I be the same as those undead who are greedy for the world?"

Hearing the word undead, Cyril frowned, her long golden hair fluttering slightly.

As if to confirm what she just said, gu yi's spiritual body suddenly gushed out gusts of light gray mist, like magma sprayed at the mountain pass during a volcanic eruption, sweeping across the whole body in an instant, covering the entire space It is filled with the ashen breath that belongs only to the undead.

"you?!"

Cyril's back felt cold, and the chair legs under his seat made a sharp rubbing sound against the ground. He stood up and took a step back.

"Don't worry, I haven't lost my sanity yet." Under the cover of gray mist, Gu Yiben's scattered spirit became more and more blurred, "See, this is the price I paid. I have no vitality but want to People who are barely alive will always become like this, no matter what method they used at the beginning, they will end up with the same goal in the end."

She is still sober, even thinking carefully, and speaking clearly.

Cyril paused.

He could feel that on Gu Yi, her progress bar had reached [-]%, and the person standing in front of him was already a complete undead.

But Gu Yi kept his mind.

Is it the powerful spiritual power that suppresses the influence of the power of the undead?

"It's impossible..." Cyril tightly grasped the staff that he drew out at some point, his fingertips trembling slightly, "No matter how powerful a creature, even a god, can't maintain its original nature after becoming an undead .”

In his continent, there was once a fable——

Both the frog and the scorpion wanted to cross the river, but the scorpion begged the frog to carry it on his back, but the frog dared not.So the scorpion said, "If I prick you with a poisonous thorn, I will fall into the water and drown myself. Don't worry."

The frog believed the scorpion and carried it into the water.But when he swam to the middle of the river, the scorpion waved its poisonous stinger and stabbed the frog fiercely.

The frog didn't want to rest in peace, it sank to the bottom of the river together with the scorpion, and asked unwillingly, "Why did you do this?"

The dying scorpion smiled wryly: "I can't help it, this is my nature."

Difficulty moving.

The undead long to be angry, and it is their nature to be jealous of the living.

Since ancient times, no creature transformed into an undead has escaped this law.

Gu Yi quietly looked at the powerful mage in front of him.

"You still don't understand what the essence of undead is, do you?"

These words were like a flat-bottomed thunder, and exploded in Xi Ruier's heart.

His throat rolled and his eyes flickered: "The... essence of the undead?"

Gu Yi is still sitting on the chair, as stable as Mount Tai: "Compared to the body/body, what are the spirit and the soul? Why is there such a big gap between the spiritual world and the real world at the physical level, even the opposite?"

Cyril never thought about these questions.

For him, magic is something that has existed since birth. To a mage, magic elements and spiritual power are like shields to warriors, and bows and arrows to hunters. They are more like trees and streams that can be seen everywhere. There is nothing magical about them. place.

"I don't know..." His voice was dry, even a little ashamed.

Claiming to be a legendary mage, he came to a low-magic planet, but was completely defeated by another mage on this planet.

"Because the soul is far stronger than the body/body, they will not perish with the death of the body/body. Some souls lose their body/body and become lonely souls wandering in the endless void. Therefore, on the earth There will be heaven and hell, and there will be gods and supreme powers beyond ordinary creatures in the universe to accommodate and guide these homeless souls."

Gu Yi's eyes are like the dark blue night sky surrounded by mist, containing silent mystery and wisdom.

Cyril felt that she could hardly hold the staff.

"You mean...there are ordinary creatures like humans first, and then there are gods?"

The sounds of fighting outside intensified. The sounds of collisions, glass shattering, weapons striking and rubbing were too loud to be ignored.

Gu Yi said slowly: "This is just my guess."

"Please say a little more!" Cyril put the staff back into the backpack, stroked his left shoulder with his right hand, bowed deeply, and performed the most solemn etiquette of the elves.

"Time is running out. You are a smart person, and you will figure it out yourself. I came to you before I temporarily came to give you something."

A quaint and heavy old book is placed on the table of this small restaurant, among the crumbs and oil stains.

"This book is not an entity, but a perception based on my memory," Gu Yi's spiritual body dissipated little by little, the gray mist and the natural luster of the spiritual body itself gradually dispersed, "The Book of Vishanti The entity is placed in Karma Taj, and the next supreme mage will take over it. Now, my heir is fighting against the mage who betrayed the temple, if possible, I hope you can help him."

Xi Ruier took the book in his hands before Gu Yi disappeared completely.

As his fingers touched Gu Yi's spiritual crystallization, countless complicated pictures and unfamiliar words flooded into his brain, huddled together in a hurry, and passed by before the eyes of the elves, making people dizzy, as if falling into another world.

Cyril was hit by the huge flow of information, staggered, couldn't help holding the corner of the table, and took a few deep breaths.

When he raised his eyes again, he found that Gu Yi had completely disappeared.

The restaurants surrounded by mirror images are also like illusory reflections in the water, swept away by a big wave and turned into messy fragments.

The truth on the outside is revealed.

It was a world that Cyril had never seen before.

At the same time, two reminders came from the system.

[Congratulations on your acquisition of the item "Condensed Book of Vishanti"]

In the introduction of the system, this book gathers the ancient master's experience and experience on this ancient book that records all the white magic on the earth. as one.

The second tip lifted Cyril's spirits.

[The communication of the task chain magic has been activated, do you choose to accept it]

Cyril clicked "Yes."

[The magic communication task chain has been opened]

Mission introduction: Help the newly appointed supreme mage Strange defeat the dark force Dormammu and his lackeys.

Task Difficulty: Medium to High

mission rewards:

1. Strategic materials required by "Brightness"*10

2. Level 3 Purification Skill Book*[-]

3. The communication between magic and magic breaks the confinement of the two worlds, and you will be qualified to learn the magic system of this world.

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Cyril came here today is really waiting for something to appear.

He gave the quest "The Origin of the Universe" the opportunity to "open any quest chain, the whole universe illustrated book".

According to the time and place in the illustrated book, he sat here early, waiting for the appearance of another person with a different original power of the universe.

But what is surprising is that the "Condensed Book of Vishanti" obtained from the ancient master does not have great power in reality like the power of the phoenix or the power of light, but more like a power of knowledge .

Today's harvest has completely exceeded Xi Ruier's expectations.

After taking over the system's latest task chain, he changed into the black field survival suit, tied his long blond hair up high, and walked out of the restaurant named Jimmy's Food House.

The scene on the street is quite fragmented.

In one eye, there is the normal life of traffic like weaving and pedestrians walking in a hurry. The tall buildings on both sides cast indifferent black shadows on the road in the middle, and there are a few homeless people holding wine bottles, sitting on the corner of the street, looking absent-mindedly. Looking at the pedestrians passing by.

In the other eye, the road is twisted, tall buildings lie flat on the ground, and the ocean hangs upside down in the sky.The wind and clouds were frozen, and in the distance, some people wearing clothes more like Cyril's home style were jumping and running.

There was a snap.

Cyril turned around and saw a man holding a long whip and slamming it on another person.

The long whip is surrounded by sparks condensed by the fire element, and after hitting the target, it splatters like scattered fireworks.

The person who was hit made a muffled grunt and didn't fight back. He just made seals with his hands, cut open the space, and opened a portal in the shape of a ring of fire at the end of the street. Then he raised his legs and flew into it, disappearing without a trace no trace.

This is clearly a battle between mages.

Then the man with the whip glanced at him, and seemed to recognize the elf in a short black robe and dark brown boots as one of his own, and asked in a somewhat metallic voice, "Which temple mage are you?"

Cyril: "..."

The man's temples were gray and white, and his expression was naturally a bit cold and arrogant. His golden-green eyes were like two inorganic glass balls. Although they were deep and gorgeous, they had no human touch.

He looked at Xi Ruier and shook his head, obviously dissatisfied: "Do your own thing well, and you're still wandering outside at this time."

After all, the man who was also wearing a mage robe and a long scarlet cloak hanging behind his back didn't give Cyril another look, and he opened a portal to leave, taking away a breeze with his sleeves.

Cyril was speechless again.

In the previous missions, he was able to identify those who were teammates and those who were villains who came to invade the earth or cause trouble.For this mission, he couldn't figure out which ones should be helped, and which ones were the "dark power Dormammu and his lackeys" in the system prompt.

The mages were all elusive, shooting a shot to change places, and Cyril couldn't even capture the place where the battle broke out in time.Often when he felt the magical energy erupting in a certain place, the people who rushed there had already left.

But he was not in a hurry, followed the traces left by the mages, carefully observed the scene, and soon discovered a pattern.

The sunlight in the sky became more and more glaring, the sun at noon was directly above people's heads, and the shadows on the ground became shorter.

Cyril has followed this group of mages from Brooklyn, New York to the Lower West Side in southern Manhattan.

This place is different from the bustling high-rise buildings in Manhattan, and also different from the somewhat down-and-out street scene in Brooklyn.On the contrary, there are lush green forests, and the buildings made of red diamonds are simple and beautiful, still retaining the Baroque style of the late 19th century, mysterious, romantic and magnificent.

Such a scene is refracted in the mirror space, but it is extraordinarily harmonious.

Passing through the buildings with onion domes and spires, and going back and forth along the street a few times, Cyril relied on his keen sense of energy to find an ordinary-looking building.

Greenwich Village Centre, 177A Brick Street.

Cyril suddenly remembered that Nick Fury once told him that a mage in New York lived here, and the note with the address was still in his backpack.

He stepped up the steps, walked a few steps to the front, and knocked on the door.

No one answered.

But there was a series of sounds of objects colliding inside.

Cyril simply pushed the door open and entered.

As soon as he entered, he almost lost his eyes. This place is much bigger than it looks from the outside. The various corridors and stair corridors are like a maze. The rich magical energy seems to have a sound, and it emits its own scent noisily.

And on the left side of the first floor, in the reading area with many desks, among countless tall bookcases full of books, Cyril found two unremarkable people.

A blond man with a mysterious pattern painted on his face held a dagger, and pressed another man whose face could not be seen clearly against the bookcase. The sharp dagger was embedded in the flesh, and a few drops of bright red blood flowed down the tip of the knife, silently falling on the ground. On a pine green wool rug.

The man with his back against the bookcase held a whip in his hand. The fiery red whip completely violated the laws of physics. One end was held in his hand, and the other end was wrapped around the blond man's neck, and he pulled it back vigorously.The blond man was pulled back by the whip, his lower body was unstable, and the dagger in his right hand could only be moved forward a little bit.

Both of them were riveted.

Depends if the blond gets strangled first or the other guy gets his throat cut first.

Cyril: "???"

Do earth mages fight in hand-to-hand combat?

In an environment so quiet that even the sound of footsteps was exceptionally loud, the elf stood quietly aside, not attracting the attention of the two people who were fighting.

But seeing that someone was about to be strangled or stabbed to death, Cyril still deliberately cleared his throat and raised his voice and asked, "Is Mr. Strange there? I think he needs my help."

The two middle-aged men in the fight were stunned for a moment, and under the confinement of each other, they both turned their heads with difficulty and looked at the uninvited guest who broke into the forbidden area.

"How did you get in here?" asked the blond man with the patterned face.

"Call me Dr. Strange," said another man with gray sideburns.

This time, Cyril saw clearly the face of the man with the dagger on his neck.

It was the mage he met when he just walked out of the restaurant.

"Master Ancient One asked me to help her heir," Cyril said half the truth, and then looked at the man with golden-green pupils, "Are you Strange?"

The blond man roared angrily: "Impossible, Gu Yi is already dead!"

And the man whose neck was scratched hummed, "I am Dr. Strange."

Cyril: "..."

It seems that this doctorate is very important to him.

The stalemate was broken by the outsider. The blond man gritted his teeth, released his left hand that was holding Strange's chest, let the whip strangle his neck tightly, held the dagger in both hands, and took a step forward recklessly. , swung the sharp weapon in his hand, and was about to stab the main artery in Strange's neck severely.

With a distance of seven or eight steps, Cyril didn't have time to rush up to stop him, so he raised his hand and put an instant freezing spell on Strange.

The doctor, who had just been promoted to the supreme mage, was frozen in place by a large ice block that came out of nowhere, and became an ice sculpture solidified in the ice block.

This is a way for mages to protect themselves. They freeze themselves in ice and are immune to all damage from the outside world for 1 minute.

Strange in the ice blinked.

But seeing that the blow failed, the enemy came to foreign aid again, the blond man put away the dagger neatly, did not entangle with the two of them, instead he dodged and hid in the vast bookcase of this library, and disappeared in an instant trace.

Freezing does not last for 1 minute.As an extremely talented magician, although Strange has just entered the profession, he quickly broke free from the big ice block with his own mental power.

"Can you give me a brief introduction to the situation?" Cyril looked at him, "I met the spirit body of Mage Ancient One, and she only asked me to help."

Strange wiped the blood from his neck, and chased towards the rear. While running, he said to Cyril, "It's Dormammu, the lord of the dark dimension. At the end, the opportunity for the handover of the two supreme mages on earth invaded the dimension where the earth is. The man who attacked me just now was Casillas. He once studied under the ancient mage, but secretly learned dark magic. Dormammu."

"Then what can we do to stop Dormammu?"

Strange checked the gap between the two rows of bookcases row by row, trying to find traces of Casillas.

"There are three temples on the earth, located in London, New York and Hong Kong. They are actually a huge triangular magic circle, which protects the earth from the invasion of magical forces from other dimensions. Casillas and his disciples tried to destroy this Three temples so that Dormammu can come to Earth."

Cyril floated behind Strange, listening to him tell the situation one by one, but a different thought suddenly appeared in her heart.

Dormammu is the lord of the dark dimension, does he also carry the original power of the universe?

Once this idea arises, it is like a small flame. Although it is weak, it cannot be blown out by the wind no matter what.

Cyril opened the system panel and opened the illustrated book.

Sure enough, today, in New York.

There are still two fragments of original power waiting for him to collect.

One is marked "Fragment of Power of Time", and the other is marked "Fragment of Dark Power".

Do you want to help Strange defend the temple?

Cyril hesitated.

He didn't know how powerful Dormammu was, and he didn't know if he could successfully stop him if he really came to Earth.

If it fails, will Dormammu swallow the entire planet or will it cause a great loss of life on earth?

"In order to fight against the lost legion, I will not cherish human life."

He said this to Superman just yesterday.

"I will not use humans as cannon fodder, nor will I defeat the Lost Legion by sacrificing humans, because there is no such method in the world."

The big man who seemed to be tolerant and trusting to him told him that if he encountered such a situation next time, he would get ahead of him and achieve his goal in a just and legal way.

The entire Supreme Sanctuary was empty and quiet, and the Vishanti seal attached to the four streamlined windows outside had already been broken.

In this mirror space derailed from the real world, in this battle between mages and mages, the superman who threatened to get ahead of him probably has not realized the crisis of the earth.

Cyril followed Strange and searched the entire New York Sanctuary, but Casillas was not found.

"He may have gone to the other two temples," Strange said with a serious face, the blood was mottled on his face and neck, and the scarlet cloak fluttered behind him, "I can't contact the other mages anymore, they May have been killed... The London Temple is a fallen one, the New York Temple is barely holding, and now I have to check the situation of the Hong Kong Temple."

Even though the flames in his heart were burning high, Cyril's face was still calm, he smiled slightly at Strange who looked anxious, reserved and calm.

"Do you need me to help you guard the New York Temple?"

Strange hesitated.

He actually knew Cyril, and the S.H.I.E.L.D. had found Strange through Wang's channel to check Dr. Samson's body.He confirmed that Samson's soul had been usurped by evil magic, and it was there that he first discovered the existence of the power of the undead.

Later, the Lost Legion invaded for the first time.At that time, ghosts and monsters from other dimensions also responded, and the temple mages rushed out to resist the attack from another dimension.It is also because of this that they did not go to New York to support other Chaoying that day.

When they met for the first time on the road, Strange felt that Cyril looked familiar, so he didn't think about it, but just regarded him as a Templar mage whom he had only met a few times.

It was only after the second meeting that he remembered who this person was.

For this burning ass of the new supreme mage, this mage from another world, who is famous for fighting the undead, can be regarded as a barely trustworthy person.

"This is my magic communication channel." Strange took out a light red crystal from his pocket and threw it to Cyril. "If Casillas or his disciples come to attack again, please contact me at any time."

After speaking, Dr. Strange simply left.

Only Cyril was left alone.

He sits in an empty labyrinth where his every move reverberates.

The elf brought a chair and sat down facing the gate of the temple.

Really, in the end, I didn't escape this problem.

The author has something to say: After coding a chapter yesterday, I threw it in the manuscript box and went to bed. The next day I found out that the time setting was wrong and it was not sent out... So I finished today's update code and posted it together.

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