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

Under heavy siege, Cyril died for the first time, and the soul body returned to the resurrection point at the Rainbow Bridge.

The elf mage could not release the power of light again to stop the pollution, and the battle situation deteriorated again.At the same time, the concentration of the power of the undead within the entire Asgard began to rise rapidly.

Cyril's plan of insisting on ten hours in his vision, now it seems that it has basically failed.

The palace guarding Odin's Sleep is bleak, crumbling under the circumstances that the undead don't care about their own casualties.Sol and Superman blocked the gate of the palace, surrounded by heavy siege, weak and weak, looking a little pitiful.

"Heimdall," Cyril called the gatekeeper of Asgard alone in the team panel while running the corpse, "I've always had a question."

Heimdall, who has been sitting in the rear, opened his eyes to let the human support manpower and weapons go.

He obviously couldn't see Cyril, but he could hear his voice in his ears.

"Please say."

"Why can the undead bypass the earth and directly attack Asgard?"

In this case, the elf's words were not friendly enough.

Heimdall's eyes that could penetrate the entire universe shimmered. He looked at the gunpowder in front of him silently. After a few seconds, he said slowly, "They didn't enter Asgard from the Rainbow Bridge. As for Where it came from, I don't know, I just have a guess."

While running towards his body, Xi Ruier continued to ask in the channel: "Even if it's a guess, I can refer to it if I tell it."

"Rainbow Bridge is not the only channel in Asgard," Heimdall turned the hilt in his hand, "If some civilizations are technologically advanced enough, they can jump here directly through space technology, but if so , I can perceive abnormal fluctuations in space. Therefore, in this invasion, there is a high probability that the undead sneaked in along the World Tree. In the floating fairy palace, there are many such abandoned trails that can reach the World Tree. The other eight worlds without passing through the Rainbow Bridge."

Cyril has also seen some stories about Nordic mythology on Earth, but the ones circulating on Earth are obviously not in line with reality.

For example, Loki is Odin's sworn brother, Odin's eight-legged celestial horse Sleipnis, the goddess of death Hela, the serpent Yermungandr, and the giant wolf Fenrir were also born to him... only Cyril knew For Loki, he would never have an affair with the giantess Angelberda and give birth to so many strange things.

"The World Tree..." Cyril fell into deep thought, "The atrium of the World Tree is the earth, and Asgard is located on the branches of the tree, mixed between the moon and the sun in the sky, and there are giants, elves, and dwarves living in it." place...and Helheim!"

Heimdall said quietly: "Helheim is the legendary underworld, and also the kingdom of the dead. Helheim and Niflheim are closely connected, and there is no clear dividing line between the two worlds. And Niflheim Erheim is the country of fog, the home of the sick and old dead. According to legend, every dead creature in the Nine Realms will eventually go there."

Although what Heimdall said was just a guess, when it came to this, Cyril was basically sure in his heart.

The country of the dead and the country of fog, the destination of the sick and old dead.

According to legend, there is a world of ice and snow, and it is always shrouded in thick fog that does not see the light.

These descriptions almost perfectly fit the characteristics of the undead.

The distribution of the barriers of the gods in different places is not completely uniform. If the power of the undead exists in these places, it is very likely that the barriers here must be weaker than other places after a long period of corrosion, or even lost. With the shelter, it is enough for the undead to sneak into it and accumulate strength.

And Xi Ruier relaxed her heart a little bit.

If the Lost Legion finds a way to invade the entire universe without passing through the earth, that would be the worst thing, because the earth has no ability to organize a front against the undead in the entire universe.

"I understand, thank you." While speaking, Cyril had already returned to the place where his dead body lay, and he resurrected very simply and neatly. "Can you tell me the path leading to Helheim?"

Hearing what Cyril said, Heimdall already knew what he was going to do, but he still shook his head: "If you want to go, I can open the Rainbow Bridge and send you there directly. The small road leading to the underworld There are many legendary monsters, and the undead are likely to be heavily guarded, so it is not safe."

Cyril said "yes" to Heimdall very simply in the private chat, and then decisively opened the private chat channel with Superman.

"I'm going to a place, which may be the window for the undead to invade Asgard." Cyril thought that he would not take the initiative to take Clark to such a dangerous place, but now he almost didn't even think about it. He directly asked him for help, "Would you like to go and close that window with me?"

He is the commander of the entire team, the person who knows the undead best, this knowledge forced him to make the most rational decision——

Neither can the deployment of too much power lead to the failure of frontline battles, nor can people who are easily infected go to the base camp of the undead to take risks in this universe.

Clark's strong flesh/body makes it difficult for him to be polluted, while Cyril is because of the aura of the goddess' blessing and the identity of the high priest.

The two of them can be said to be the most difficult to be infected.

Clark really did what Cyril expected, without thinking too much, he just broke through the barriers of the undead and flew towards Cyril.

Obviously on the battlefield of blood and fire, leaping over the ugly undead, he rushed to the place where he was close to death with one person.

But Clark's expression was very calm, with a flat gentleness, like a beam of quiet sunshine in the afternoon, as if he came to drink coffee with Cyril.

Superman slowly fell from the air, his toes landed on the ground, a few slightly messy little black curly hair hung on his smooth forehead, making his eyes extraordinarily bright and deep.

Cyril once complained to the landlady that all the published photos of Superman were so good-looking, making him a superhero, more radiant and eye-catching than the stars on the red carpet who have been taken care of by a private styling team.Now he suddenly felt that he was too biased, that Clark was so good-looking in his superhuman state.

Even if the uniform is torn and there is blood on his face, he still looks like a battle-damaged protagonist in a movie scene. Just one glance will make people feel infinite hope in their hearts.

"I just handed over all the command to Saul and Steve who came with the Panther," Cyril raised his head, his cold eyes softened by repeated battles, panting There were clear water waves, dripping and dripping, "The two of us are going to a very dangerous place. If we succeed, we can unplug the first large-scale station of the undead in this universe."

Clark naturally wouldn't object, he just looked at the elf's blood-soaked black robe, stretched out his hand and gently squeezed his shoulder, "You said that 'light' is always an outpost against the undead, so of course we will go .”

He watched the elf raise the corner of his mouth, his pale golden eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyes, behind him was a cruel and noisy battlefield, as beautiful as a painting, and also like a young god or angel who didn't know the world.

Any uninformed person seeing him would never have guessed what kind of burden was being carried on this shoulder that Clark could fully hold with one hand.

Clark's heart suddenly softened into a mess.

"I would also like to be your outpost," he said in his heart, "forever."

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Cyril relinquished the management rights of the team panel, and then threw the matter to Heimdall to explain to everyone, and led Superman into Helheim connected to the World Tree without stopping.

Anyway, the old god Heimdall is still standing on the Rainbow Bridge, and he is also idle when he is idle.

The first time they set foot on the journey from the fairy palace to the underworld, the two of them immediately felt the gap.

Here, there is no moon or sun, and a few sparse and dim stars are hanging above the head, and the air breathed into the body smells like a decaying coffin.

At a glance, relying on the elf's vision, which is not as sharp as Clark's but definitely sharper than ordinary people, he can only see patches of thick gray mist, and the road ahead is bleak.

In Greek mythology, the world of the living leads to the underworld of the dead through a river named Akron.

In Eastern mythology, the dead who lead to hell have to cross the Wangchuan River.

But in the real Helheim, there is not even a drop of running water, and it is extremely silent, as if everything is dead.

Cyril didn't have a map of Helheim and Niflheim in his hand, and didn't know their current locations, so he could only trek forward in a vast fog.

Clark was shoulder to shoulder with him, and kept close. He didn't know if the environment made him uneasy, or if he felt that elves born in the forest and the sun would be afraid.

"Can you feel it?"

Xi Ruier walked forward, and suddenly said something without beginning or end.

Clark looked away: "My vision is also limited here, and I can't see things 100 meters away."

Cyril's Adam's apple rolled, the smell here made him want to gag, but he still held back.Holding the staff in his hand, he said, "I can smell it. The energy wrapped in the mist here... is the power of the undead."

Clark turned his head and glanced at Cyril, then stretched out his hand, grasped the upper end of the lacquered wood staff, and led him towards him, preventing the elf like a blind man from stepping into it. pit.

"Thank you," Cyril wanted to use the levitation technique, but felt that his light body was covered with a thick layer of mist, and he couldn't fly. The elf, who fell into anxiety due to the special environment, gritted his molars , asked, "Walking is too slow, can you still fly?"

Clark saw that the elf's feet were a few centimeters off the ground, but he couldn't float up, and he knew it.

He bent slightly, his scarlet cloak covering his broad back.

"I'll carry you."

The elf also disappeared, jumped up directly, attached to Clark's back, wrapped his hands around the other's neck, and the two bodies were stacked together, and even the sound of the heartbeat gradually became the same.

In this empty, quiet and tense environment, Clark felt the other party's light and cool breath, and beads of sweat leaked from the hand holding Cyril.

The two quickly lifted off and patrolled, trying to find the undead garrison hidden in the kingdom of the dead.

Cyril is not idle either. Although he can't see the distance clearly now, his sense of smell is still very sensitive.Flying, he wrinkled his nose, and said in Clark's ear, "Go to the front left at about eleven o'clock, where the energy density of the undead is higher."

Clark obediently turned his direction and flew in the direction indicated by Cyril.

But as he flew, Cyril watched Clark fly past the target, no matter how he reminded him, he stopped talking.He let go of his arms around the other's neck and rubbed his eyes.

The person carrying him was no longer the young man with black curly hair, but changed his appearance without knowing it.The man's black hair was straight and smooth, tied in a small braid at the back of his head.

Cyril strangled him, forcing him to turn his head.

It was a face he was familiar with and hated - broad forehead, thick black hair, a pair of black eyes slightly moist, lips pursed into a straight line, it looked like a very handsome and kind young man.

Cyril's hands trembled a little, and he unconsciously increased the strength in his hands.

At the same time, Clark, who was flying in the predetermined direction, felt a chill behind him, and he felt that Cyril suddenly lost his breath, and turned his head quietly, like a dead person.

And there was a cold hand that quietly grabbed Clark's neck.

The author has something to say: Haha, I didn’t expect the painting style to suddenly change from the battlefield to the supernatural.