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

In this battle, Cyril was honored to take a back seat.

The Valkyries who descended from the sky beat the undead as if they were in no one's land. Seeing the group of women waving weapons across the battlefield and rushing around like chopping melons and vegetables, Cyril didn't rush up again.

After releasing the magical flying sword condensed with bright elements behind him, he simply let go, used his spiritual power to attract and capture all the power of light around him, and squeezed them into extremely thin, The extremely light form spread out to the battlefield below.

The power of light like plastic cling film enveloped the battlefield, and largely suppressed the power of regeneration of the undead.

The fighter planes whistling overhead were well protected by Loki's illusion, avoiding the attacks of the undead summoned beasts and hunter pets below. After targeting the target with several tons of gunpowder, they smashed down.

The bomb/bomb in the metal casing fell to the ground and exploded violently. The masonry cracked, the soil flew up, and the dust was raised as high as a person. Mixed with the gray power of the undead, it almost obscured the sight everything of.

In this situation, no one can fully identify whether they are comrades-in-arms or enemies. They can only rely on their fighting instincts to stab spears or claws at suspicious shadows around them.

Some orc undead screamed and jumped up, grabbed the wings of Pegasus, and tore them apart with their muscular arms. Blood and white feathers fell from the sky like rain.

In the next second, more than a dozen spears pierced through his body, his gray-green skin burst open, his whole body was torn apart, and internal organs and blood clots sprayed out.

Everyone's eyes turned red.

A scene of hell on earth.

Amidst the crisp sounds of weapons colliding and the hum of aircraft engines mixed with sonic booms, Cyril closed her eyes, adjusted the wave frequency of the in-ear communicator, and entered the "light" channel.

"The undead stationed around the Hall of Valor are about to be resolved, and each group will report your location and situation to me."

His voice was not too loud, as there were many wars raging in Asgard, and some team members were already dead and had not been resurrected, so he didn't receive many replies.

Until a very peaceful voice rang in the ear.

"Report, Superman is currently fighting at the Rainbow Bridge and is in good condition."

Xi Ruier listened to his voice, nodded slightly, and replied: "Got it."

"Earth support tanks have already driven onto the Rainbow Bridge." Clark smashed the undead in front of him from the Rainbow Bridge with his fist, and shot forward with his heat sight. "I'm clearing the way for these iron monsters."

Cyril turned over in the air, avoiding a flying eagle-clawed beast, and then burned its feathers with pyrotechnics, and smiled: "Are you ashamed to call something else a monster?"

Clark also laughed: "You know, Batman and Iron Man have modified these things so abnormally, they are simply giant firepower fortresses that can move."

"Then it seems that I gave the same project to these two people to cooperate, and the effect is really good." Cyril stabbed the roasted undead eagle-clawed beast from the sky with the tip of his staff, and looked at the battlefield below. Situation, restrained his smile, his face was calm and gentle in the shadow cast from above, "There is no problem on my side, if you break in from the outside, go and help Sol."

Clark subconsciously looked in Cyril's direction.

Even with super vision, in the gray mist that blocked perception, he could only see countless shadows with blurred faces from a distance.

In that dangerous battlefield, there is the elf he always misses.

"Okay, I hope you are doing well, and don't forget that the two of us are going back to have coffee together tonight."

As soon as the words fell, Clark rushed forward and hugged another undead troll officer. The two wrestled together, making the muffled sound of flesh and blood colliding.

In the midst of blood and fire, between the impact of cold iron and the fiery explosion, they were in two different positions on the same battlefield, back to back, and chatted a few insignificant words.

Cyril was suddenly warmed by this feeling, it seemed that all the gunpowder smoke, blood and broken internal organs below became less disgusting.

It was as if he was a bird wandering in the sky and came across a kite.

That kite is held by a thin string, and the other end of the string is its relatives, friends, homeland and responsibilities on earth. It is very free and happy, but its heart is full of tender care.

And the little bird flew forward with him, and sometimes when he was tired, he would rest on the kite for a while, and at that moment, he felt that he also had some care and belonging.

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The fighter jets that could not fight for a long time have returned after throwing away the weapons in the magazine, leaving only one big hole after another on the ground.Fortunately, the Pegasus under the Valkyrie has wings, and the rugged terrain does not affect their mobility.

The undead on the ground are decreasing one by one.

The power of the undead condensed in their bodies was quickly consumed in the process of repairing the wounds again and again, and although the power of light released by Cyril was thin, it also greatly increased the difficulty of recovering their health.

Gradually, the materialized soul could no longer hold on.

Three to ten minutes after Valkyrie's resurrection, the battle has entered the final stage.

More people died, and the field of vision widened.As if she would never feel tired, the Valkyrie rode her horse in the low air, holding a weapon corroded by the power of the undead in her hand, chasing and killing the remaining survivors energetically.

They are indeed born warriors. After sleeping for thousands of years, they are still as sharp as new after blowing off the dust, able to penetrate all obstacles and pierce the chest of the enemy.

Compared to the half hour that Cyril struggled to delay the time, the really large-scale battle ended a little easier.

Loki had long since disappeared, and Cyril estimated that he should have gone to find Queen Frigg.

Cyril couldn't command these Valkyries who had only obeyed Odin's orders, and originally planned to go directly to Sol to cooperate and let him mobilize these elites belonging to Asgard.

Unexpectedly, before he left the battlefield where the battle had ended, he was grabbed by Valkyrie.

Logically speaking, she should be very happy to see her lover who had been separated for more than 1000 years and win another war.But Cyril caught a trace of deep fear in her eyes.

"We may have a big problem," she said.

Cyril: "What's wrong?"

"Hella is gone."

Cyril only remembered hearing this name in the Nordic mythology circulating on the earth, but he couldn't remember anything more, "Who is Hella?"

Valkyrie looked around, wanted to speak, but sighed again: "Is Odin still awake?"

Cyril, who had just exchanged information with Sol, shook his head: "Not yet, the counterattacks organized by Sol have also been blocked. The situation over there is not very good, and we should rush to support as soon as possible."

Valkyrie was silent for a while, and she looked at the somewhat embarrassed Cyril. The elf's hair still had blood stains that hadn't been cleaned up in time. It was no longer the elegant and decent look it was before, but it made people feel trustworthy from the inside out.

"We don't want to fight for Odin anymore."

Cyril, who originally wanted to continue contacting Sol, stopped pressing the communicator, turned his head, with a surprised expression, and asked, "Then what are you going to do?"

Valkyrie shook his head: "Things are a bit complicated. We have made a decision and are going to meet Odin's remaining son. I just came to tell you in advance that we will not necessarily continue this war to save Odin .”

Cyril was not relieved by her, nor did she show any anger or disappointment. She just explained the status quo flatly: "This has nothing to do with Odin, but a war about the entire universe. If you leave today Now, when the Lost Legion comes to Earth through the Rainbow Bridge, and then marches into the entire universe, the world is so big that there will no longer be a place for any living beings to hide."

Valkyrie shrugged: "Hey, don't be so nervous, the Valkyrie is not a deserter. It's just that we don't know much about each other's situation, and we don't know where the enemy just came from and what they came for, you We can't make any decisions in this situation. Go to Sol first, and then discuss everything."

Cyril could only nod his head, not to mention, he felt that what Valkyrie said made sense.

They began to march towards the main battlefield.

The entire area of ​​Asgard is much larger than when looking down on it in the universe. It is like an island floating in the void, shrouded in a layer of pale golden light as a whole, surrounded by waterfalls that radiate outwards with spring water.

Tall palaces stand tall, dotted with green forests and rivers, and occasionally a giant white bird can be seen flying by in the sky. If it weren't for the destruction of this battle, it would really be isolated from the world in the legend. Beautiful wonderland.

Cyril and Valkyrie moved forward side by side. Clint borrowed a Pegasus horse from some Valkyrie who didn't know, and rode fast in front, only a black figure could be seen in the distance.

Passing through the barriers of the forest and crossing two half-meter-deep streams, they finally reached the center of Asgard, outside Odin's temple.

"My friend!" From far away, Cyril heard Sol's thunderous sound.

Saul, who was also somewhat disheartened, flew over and gave Cyril a heroic hug after landing on the ground.

It can be seen that since those old people and children were evacuated to a safe earth from the pursuit of the undead, Sol's emotions have become high, and at the same time he is full of fighting spirit, and he has not been hit by the previous failed counterattacks .

Cyril's face was almost deformed by the muscles of Sol's arms and chest. To be polite, he raised his hand and patted Sol's shoulder, and then quickly broke free from this overly enthusiastic embrace.As soon as he raised his head, he saw Clark who had been staring at him not far away.

"Ahem," the Elf didn't know why he suddenly felt guilty, he pretended to cough twice, "Sol, I think you should meet a new friend."

The elf turned his head and looked for Valkyrie.

Finally, among the thousands of other Valkyries in the same uniform, he spotted the Valkyrie.She rode the same horse with a beautiful blonde woman, with her arms around her waist unceremoniously, and she even lowered her head, sniffing the smooth blonde hair as if no one else was there.

Cyril yelled, "...Valkyrie!"