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

Looking at the blood gushing out of the giant dragon, the people present couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It seems that it is not as strong as Cyril said.

"It's amazing!" The little spider, who was safely inside the energy shield, jumped up excitedly, "That's a dragon!"

Cyril's ears are very sharp, and when he heard the praise from the young people behind him, his expression was very solemn: "Yes, that's a dragon."

It's a pity that as a long-range DPS, there are no teammates around him, only Professor X sitting in a wheelchair with his eyes closed.Charles frowned slightly, his palms were tightly clutching the handle of the wheelchair, his fingertips were pale.

"I can't find where his consciousness is... I can only see a thick gray fog."

Xi Ruier looked sideways: "Maybe it's because his brain structure is different from that of humans."

Charles suddenly opened his eyes, the pupils in his blue eyes were clear and very moving, but his expression was somewhat doubtful: "But I can feel the emotions of that dragon, he is very angry and painful...but he has no fear."

As soon as his words fell, the dragon roared furiously in the sky.

That roar made everyone's hearts tremble.

The eye membrane of a reptile like a lizard or a crocodile covered the place where the dragon was stabbed by the lightsaber, and under that translucent white membrane, the blood stopped instantly.His long tail was curved, and swept across the phantom of the Supreme Mage in the sky. The tail covered with metallic scales was fast and powerful. It made a short but strong explosion sound after breaking through the sound barrier, and hit Strange unexpectedly. body, swept him out.

The shadow representing the power of Vishanti in the sky shone brightly, and the Supreme Dharma God seemed angry that someone dared to challenge his majesty.

But as a human being, Strange, who landed on the roof of a high-rise building on the side of the street, was lying on the ground without moving for a long time, looking as if he was seriously injured.

Even Superman, who had broken through to the dragon, was firmly held by the dragon's claws that could tear steel, and the cold dragon's breath was sprayed all over his head and face.

In front of this ancient creature with a body as large as a mountain, even the Kryptonian looks very small.

The dragon's breath met with Superman's heat vision, and the blue and red rays of light were deadlocked in the air, competing with each other's muscles as if they were wrestling with each other's arms.

Until the Valkyrie flew and stabbed the spear/spear/ into the back of the Kryptonian's heart from behind.

Blood gushed from the corner of Clark's mouth, and the tense muscles in his back clamped the gun head. He stretched his hand behind his back and held the gun body, preventing it from continuing to move forward.

At this time, Sol, who flew into the air, had already prepared the thunder and lightning, the wind roared and the thunder roared, and the lightning that condensed power hidden in the thick dark clouds flashed across the sky, and there was a muffled sound.

The dragon didn't dodge, and it was too late to dodge. It forcibly resisted Thor's wrath with its physical body, and the hammer, which represented the glory and pride of Odin and the prince of the Asa protoss, was still attracting Thunder. with electricity.

The gray-blue body convulsed slightly, and Clark seized the opportunity to escape from the dragon's claws, but he didn't let go of the hand behind his back, and actually fell to the ground with the infamous silver spear.

The blood is like a series of red silk threads, following the owner, spinning a heartbreaking picture straightly.

Cyril didn't have time to pay attention to Clark's situation. He also seized the opportunity created by Thor and used the skill that had killed countless dragons and various undead beasts, the Goddess' Whip of Retribution.

The rich light elements use Cyril as a transit station, solidly condensed together, and formed above the sky.

Accompanying it was Cyril's empty mana.

He actually released his big move not long after the battle started.

That milky white long whip doesn't look sharp, but holy and beautiful. The arc that gently swings in the air is as graceful as the skirt of a goddess.

As if on the dance floor, with the accompaniment of the serenade, under the bright lights, the lady puts her hand on the palm of the gentleman who invites the dancer, turns around gracefully, and takes the first dance step.

But the dragon closed his eyes in fear like a child.

Anyone could hear the fear in his roar.

This is a punishment from the Creator.

It is the whipping of a mother to a child who has gone astray.

As if facing a formidable enemy, the dragon's gray-blue scales involuntarily stood up, and then shrank and tightened one by one, erecting shields for its own flesh and internal organs.

There was a sharp and piercing metal rubbing sound between the scales.

Superman, who landed and flew up, hid his figure under the milky white light, and fell with the whip.

That gentle light bound the dragon's whole body, tightening it up little by little.

The blue dragon wrapped in gray mist screamed mournfully, amidst the lightning and thunder, those seemingly indestructible scales quickly released white mist, like hot oil dripping from a pan, sizzling. The sound of zila.

The dragon's scales are broken.

Although there is only that small gap.

But Clark immediately pulled out the spear from behind, revealing the terrifying wound and broad back muscles under the broken uniform. Without a moment's hesitation, he stabbed the spear stained with his own blood into the flesh and blood of the dragon. .

The spear/spear from the owner seems to be inherently able to restrain pets.

Cyril broke through the dragon's first line of defense - thin but extremely hard scales.

Clark broke through the second line of defense—the dragon's supple, tight muscles.

And Iron Man, who has arranged the rear security, parked in mid-air with a beautiful and smooth golden-red armor, the beta particles clustered in the palm of his hand, the small trackable guided missiles raised on his shoulders, and the nuclear shock/cannon on his chest... ...All kinds of weapons seemed to be free of money, aiming at the gap without scales and bombarding them, and the sky was full of brilliant flames.

The Frost Dragon King's body was crumbling.

Hearing the news, Hulk, who came from the Avengers Building, jumped onto the body of the Dragon King from the ground, and smashed the piece of flesh without scales with his bare hands.

On the other hand, Clint used the magic bow given by Cyril. Under the attack speed of the pet eagle, he shot quickly. The light arrow composed of light elements seemed to open his eyes, avoiding the dragon's tail and flying in the air. Claw, shot into the same place.

Rivers of blood flowed in the sky.

The heroes tried their best, their figures were small and clear, and the expressions on their faces were not handsome, but a little ferocious.

But those who sat at home and watched the live broadcast couldn't help but burst into tears.

There is always a group of people in the world who use their bodies to form a city wall, trying to block all danger for them.Even if you may fail, always go to the battlefield with all your strength.Even if the price of failure is your own life, you don't hesitate.

Outside the battlefield, in a small corner that no one pays attention to now, on the newly established official website of "Guangming", the column that states "the amount of public donations accepted" has soared rapidly, from 3000 million US dollars all the way It soared and didn't stop until more than one billion dollars.

This means that among the one billion viewers who watched the live broadcast in real time at this time, each of them donated an average of US$1 to them.

$1 is not a small number.

For the middle class in developed countries, this may be a small number that is lost and not noticed.For those in underdeveloped areas, it may be a day's food expenses for the family.

Tears flowed from the dragon's huge eyeballs, and it hit the ground heavily.

Under the efforts of everyone, his body was finally truncated.

The reptile's spine broke, and the two bodies that were still twitching fell to the ground. The gray-gold bones were exposed to the air, and the blood spread across the asphalt of the entire street, covering the feet.

The battle has come to an end.

But at this moment, Charles suddenly reached out and grabbed Cyril's sleeve: "No!"

Cyril also felt it, he quickly opened the temporary resurrection point for the task reward, and shouted: "Retreat!!!"

But it was still too late.

The ghostly figure of the Valkyrie appeared on the fractured surface of the dragon's body, turning into a cloud of thick gray mist, completely blending into the dragon's body.

The fracture healed miraculously, and the gray misty blue dragon completely turned gray.He, or rather she, jumped into the sky.The body that originally made people feel ancient and austere, but now it was lifeless, cold and numb.

Dragon's breath spit out again from the dragon's mouth.

It is no longer the ice-blue cold gas, but the dense fog formed by the power of the undead.

So close, in such high concentrations, they could get infected.

It turned out that this was Heinshiri's trump card.

Not only does Valkyrie use the Valkyrie to give all human beings a disarm on the day "Brightness" was established, he would rather sacrifice the giant dragon, but also use the power of the undead condensed in him to unite the superheroes gathered here at this time and the world. Pollution by dignitaries.

Yeah, he's always been so vicious, Cyril sneered inwardly.

The next moment, without even thinking about it, a flash rushed over and blocked everyone.

Those undead powers that had just left their master all leaned towards him with claws and claws, and drowned the elf with long hair shining like gold in one fell swoop.

Cyril frantically released the purification technique, and tons of advanced mana potions were consumed.

The ghost whispered in his ear, and the resentment of the dead seeped into his internal organs bit by bit along his skin.The Valkyrie fused with the dragon once again sprayed out the power of the undead that could pollute millions of people, and smeared them wantonly on the body of the elf.

The elf's long golden hair quickly faded to gray.

"Syril!" Clark clenched his back molars, ignoring the warning of Shyril's retreat just now, and rushed over quickly.

But as soon as he put the elf's body in his arms, Cyril flashed again and teleported himself out.

"Don't come here," the current elf is not holy and gentle at all, and mysterious dark gray patterns have appeared on his face, like a beautiful monster carefully carved by people, "Don't die... the soul and body are the last Those that are easily polluted should stay away.”

Clark had never felt that his heart could beat so fast. Anger mixed with sadness burned in his heart, and was squeezed into every corner of his body by the heartbeat.

Didn't they say that they would not spare any human beings for the final victory?

What I said at the beginning was so swearing, as if I was a heinous villain.

If you degenerate into what you hate the most now, even if you win in the end, this victory will no longer belong to you.

The stabbed wound on his back hadn't healed yet, and Clark's eyes suddenly went dark, almost overwhelmed.

"I'm fine, you really should retreat, leave this to me."

On the other hand, Cyril smiled at Clark. On his ashen face, the dark green eyes were still shimmering, like the soft and tough seaweed at the bottom of the water.

He closed his eyes again, and a large mass of black energy gushed out from the corners of his eyes, nose, nose, and ears. The black energy with a texture like half-dried asphalt wrapped around his whole body, instantly engulfing the elf's blond hair and green eyes. A reassuring smile with the corners of the mouth.

Strange, who had just woken up from a coma, opened his eyes quietly, and couldn't help but twitch his fingers on the ground. An extremely familiar smell lingered at the tip of his nose, and at the same time, the alarm in his brain sounded sharply.

This is the taste of the Dark Lord Dormammu!

[Whether to use the rebirth of all things to condense all the fragments of dark power? 】

Cyril clicked yes.

Incomparable power spanned space, came from another dimension, and poured into his body.The power of darkness that had lost its king prostrated itself on the ground again, raised its hands high, and prepared to welcome its new master with laughter.

In a trance, Cyril with his eyes closed saw the phantom of the goddess in the void.

He was once a child of light, but now he has fallen into darkness to fight against the undead.

Cyril smiled, he was calm and frank.

It seems to be a grown child who will no longer cry for milk.

The Goddess looked at him from a distance, and in the end, she slightly raised the corners of her mouth with a relieved expression: "Go, my child."

The author has something to say: I have passed my subject three!Thirty red envelopes are dropped in the comments of this chapter.I don't know if I can send full QWQ