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

The incident happened suddenly, and even the Valkyrie, who had experienced many battles, froze in place.

She wiped the blood that Cyril sprayed on her eyelids, it was a little cold and smelled like rust.

It turns out... this elf, who always smells like grass and trees, has red blood. Except that the temperature is cooler, it is not much different from ordinary Asgardians or Atrium people.

Valkyrie stretched out his arms to help him up.

The elf, who was brought down by the powerful inertia, fell on the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, took a few deep breaths, and then grabbed the Valkyrie's arm and got up.

The clothes on his left shoulder were completely torn, and on the smooth white skin, the mottled bloodstains and hideous wounds were particularly frightening.Holding back the pain in his body, the elf raised his eyes to look in the direction of the Hall of Valor.

Still no movement.

The gates of the magnificent palace are silently closed, like a dead god.

The white magic robe on his body, which had lost durability quickly in battle, was scrapped again, and his defense value had dropped to zero.Sure enough, it is still too much to fight against 10,000+ undead and their commanders in their normal state.

While covering the blood gurgling from her abdomen, Xi Ruier's fingertips trembled involuntarily, and the cold and scarlet blood fell down, dripping and dripping all over the floor.

On the other side, he took out the first aid medicine in his backpack, raised his head, and poured it in like he didn't want money.

When the elves used props and potions to restore their health, Valkyrie was always by his side, violently sweeping away all the undead who tried to get close to them with the tip of their guns.

Neither of them spoke, and Cyril put on the spare black field survival suit for herself. The pitch-black robe concealed the blood on her body, but made the exposed skin paler and sicker.

The golden light that would not be extinguished was still burning in those thick green eyes, and once again the halo filled with the power of light stubbornly overflowed from it, protecting the two of them.

Valkyrie had to say that in this ghostly place full of gray mist, such a light was so reassuring.

Even the master of these lights is a weak-looking elf.

"In 2 minutes, Loki's transformation potion will expire."

Hillary said softly.

He regretted it a little.

If any fragment of the original cosmic force had been used earlier, the situation may not have become what it is now.

Unfortunately, except for the power of darkness belonging to Dormammu, the other powers are just "fragments", more like a sample that preserves the nature of a special power, and it is not sure how much it can play in the battle.And Cyril doesn't know what will happen after his body is fused with the power of darkness again, so he has to be more cautious.

But if Loki can't succeed this time, and there is no other support coming, time is running out, and Cyril can only take another risk.

"If Loki doesn't succeed, you must evacuate in time," Cyril said not fast. His HP has been replenished with recovery potions, but he still looks weak. "Leave the rest to me. Don't worry." , I will not let the Valkyries in the Hall of Valor be transformed into undead."

Valkyrie opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but his face suddenly changed, and he took a step back abruptly, throwing Cyril to the ground.

In a blink of an eye, the two avoided another rain of arrows that appeared behind them.

While still in shock, the voices outside suddenly fell silent.

Not even the undead came forward to attack them again.

The two raised their heads in bewilderment, only to see the undead standing in place around them, motionless as if they were down.

"Are you all right?" A light-hearted voice sounded from behind them.

Cyril turned around and saw a man in a black combat uniform holding a silver-white alloy bow in his hand.He has brilliant blond hair, and the long-lost black and white S.H.I.E.L.D. eagle logo is printed on the left chest of his black jacket.

"Clint?" Cyril was a little confused.

At least in his impression, the superhero who can rush to Asgard for support the fastest... No matter how you think about it, it won't be him.

But before Clint, who suddenly appeared, could explain something, the undead outside became confused for no reason, and began to rush backwards in a large scale.

Only then did Siril, who got up from the ground, see that the undead archer who had sneaked up on him had a long silver arrow stuck in his body, and was firmly nailed to the ground.

Clint flicked the alloy bow in his hand, and pointed forward with a middle finger: "Weak chicken."

Cyril was startled: "How did you do it?"

Clint patted him on the shoulder: "Did you forget? You enchanted my arrow. You said it was attached with some light element, which is most effective against the undead, so I was able to shoot him down with one arrow." Yes. But... hey, why are you hurt?"

The sharpshooter who had just shown his prowess to save the scene lowered his head, looked at the slippery and cold blood on his palm, and was obviously taken aback: "I thought you wouldn't get hurt."

Cyril smiled wryly: "Even Superman can bleed, how could I not get hurt?"

"Two minutes have passed." Valkyrie glanced sideways at the two, "There is no news from Loki."

Seeing the chaotic undead rushing towards their weak commander like crazy, tearing and devouring his body, Cyril made up his mind: "You two go first, wait until these undead evolve a new Commander, we will face even crazier counterattacks."

"I won't go."

"It's shameless to run away just now!"

Hearing what the two said in unison, the corner of Cyril's mouth actually slightly raised a smile.

When he guards the universe from the invasion of the undead, there are many people guarding him.

It's all worth it.

"Tsk tsk tsk, can you stop acting in a bitter scene here? Are you so unconfident in my strength?"

Loki pushed aside the green energy in front of him, walked out of the void slowly, folded his arms, and raised his eyebrows lazily.

The most anxious one was actually Valkyrie. She grabbed Loki's sleeve, her black eyes fixed on the smiling evil god in front of her: "You succeeded? The Hall of Valkyrie has been opened?"

Loki shook her off, raised his arm, and slowly caressed the green palm in the air.

Illusion lifted.

A completely different picture is displayed in front of everyone.

The gears of the glorious ancient palace turned, and the gate was reopened. There was no one on the golden steps, but it seemed that there were thousands of troops.The altar in the middle had already been opened by Loki who had sneaked into it in advance. At this moment, there was only a small green mistletoe quietly planted on it.

According to legend, the tears of the goddess Frigg can resolve the death of the representative of mistletoe and give it new life.

The sacred praise echoes in the ground and the air, and the ethereal and desolate singing is used to soothe the lingering souls of the dead, release the frozen time, wake up the sleeping soldiers, and call them to take up arms again and guard the old glory of their hometown.

At the resurrection point opened temporarily by Cyril at the Rainbow Bridge, the soul healer floating in the air with half-closed eyes sowed blessings, and the awakened warrior came back to the world.

The piled undead are still gnawing on the commander's strong undead power, trying to stand out in this rapid and cruel evolution.But the sound of horseshoes from the Valkyrie has already sounded.

Hearing the sound of horseshoes rattling, Cyril couldn't help turning her head and looking behind her.

The Valkyries wore light armor that was as bright as silver, with sea-blue cloaks flying behind them, and they rode white pegasus with wings, cutting through the sound of the wind, and galloping on the gorgeous and long Rainbow Bridge.

With a sword in hand, come on horseback!

Even though Cyril had seen countless big scenes, she was still shocked by the beauty and magnificence in front of her eyes.

It wasn't until the Valkyrie pierced into the army of undead in front like a peerless sword that Cyril turned his head and looked at Valkyrie who was standing beside him.

This woman who was so drunk the first time they met, as if she didn't care about everything in the world, was stunned in place at this moment, her face was covered with tears.

Afterwards, the only surviving Valkyrie in the world, Valkyrie clenched the gun in her hand and charged forward with her comrades.

Even though she lost the battle robe that represented her identity, and there was no majestic Pegasus to ride, but her back blended into it, which was particularly eye-catching but extremely harmonious, as it should be.

"This is... Asgard's most glorious time!" Loki narrowed his eyes and said softly.

Loki, who loved reading since he was a child, read many records of Asgard's past history from his mother. At that time, the God King Odin, who was in his prime, led the most elite vanguard Valkyrie, followed by a powerful and powerful warrior in heavy armor. The endless Asgardian warriors conquered the Nine Realms, invincible.

Until now, the library in the universe that preserves all the gods and major events still records Odin's illustrious military exploits and numerous blood crimes.

It's a pity that the catastrophe of how Asgard turned from prosperity to decline is not recorded in a book for future generations to read.

These past events are hidden in the minds of Odin and Frigg, and they never confide to others easily.Perhaps, if Asgard can successfully repel the enemy today, with the resurrection of the Valkyrie, these things can also be revealed to the world.

"Let's go too." Cyril used a levitation technique, and the magic lifted him into the air, enough to overlook the entire battlefield situation. "The counterattack has begun."

The Valkyrie is like a thin but sharp long sword. Instead of forming a battle formation to fight against, the Valkyrie perfectly exerted the advantages of cavalry, drove straight in, and forcibly cut the sea of ​​undead into two halves. The horse turned around and slashed and killed in it.

The elf mage, who had time to breathe, had already taken the opportunity to replenish his mana. He closed his eyes in the sky far away from the battlefield, and thousands of lightsabers loomed faintly behind him.

"Reporting sir, the signal network has been preliminarily established, and the signal position has been locked. Pilot No. [-] is ready to perform air-to-ground combat missions at any time."

Finally, assistance from Earth has also arrived.

The U.S. F-22 fighter jets are equipped with Vulcan cannons, equipped with 8 small-diameter GUB-1 bombs/bombs that can penetrate a 39-meter-thick reinforced concrete structure and come as scheduled.

Cyril tried his best to mediate, and gave up many secrets about magic, so that the bird of prey could fly over Asgard smoothly.

"Avoid the cavalry below and fire the cannon/shell at the undead."

In this land with a history older than human beings, the Valkyrie wielding cold weapons, the high priest of the light elves from the magic continent, and the fighter jets crystallized by human technology cooperate with each other.

Spears, magic lightsabers, machine guns and bombs fell together with a bang.

The fire is gorgeous and the colors are dazzling.