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

Clark didn't disappear, he just ran into someone he didn't expect.

Goddess of Death, Hela.

Contrary to what Cyril was worried about, Hela neither joined the undead, nor went to seek revenge on Odin immediately, but sneaked into this land of the dead unknowingly.

Almost as soon as he found Clark, Hela turned around and quickly ran away in an unknown direction, and the figure in black armor gradually drifted away. .

Clark took a step forward, but stopped again.

His intuition told him that there were some secrets hidden in Hela, but because of the plan he and Cyril had made in advance, he hesitated for a while, not knowing whether he should pursue it.

At this moment, Heimdall, the man with a pair of eyes that can see all places in the world and a pair of ears that can hear the slightest sound, suddenly traveled through tens of millions of miles of space, and in Clark's ear Open your mouth and say.

——"Stop her, don't let Hela take the Nibelungen Ring away!"

Clark didn't hesitate this time, turned his head and glanced at Cyril, then rose into the air, increased his speed, and chased in the direction where Hela disappeared.

"The Ring of the Nibelung..." Clark rummaged through the Nordic myths he had seen before, a little confused, "I remember this is an opera on Earth?"

In the vast mist, Hela's figure was looming, and Heimdall's voice sounded very erratic: "I don't know what opera you are talking about, but the ring of the Nibelungen is the same as Odin's Gungnir." It is an artifact of the same level as the Holy Lance. According to legend, the person who wears it will rule the world."

Clark was a little helpless: "There are too many legends about your Asgard."

Heimdall was silent for a while, and then suddenly said: "Indeed, there are too many legends, and I only remembered it when I saw Hela."

Clark: "..."

Although the line of sight is blocked, who made the Kryptonians have a pair of eyes that can be used as radar and infrared light? The power of the undead is an intangible and invisible weird energy, but Hela is a real creature.He followed the heat source that exceeded the heat of the surrounding environment, and soon touched Hela's side.

The cloak behind Superman suddenly raised, and Clark didn't even say a word, but just swung his fist and hit him hard.

Hela fought hastily, turned over in the air to avoid the Kryptonian's fist, then clenched her fist, her long black hair was like dancing snakes, and hundreds of black long swords suddenly flashed in front of her.

Under her command, the long sword turned around and stabbed towards Clark 360 degrees without any dead angle.

This place is too weird. Clark was still thinking about the elves he left behind, and he didn't want to waste time with Hela. He simply didn't dodge it, and rushed to Hela in front of the dark and strange sword. .

Clark's uniform had been damaged in the Asgard battle, and the swords that could have pierced the throats of Asgardians had also damaged him.Although it was not serious, blood still slowly seeped out from under the scratched skin.

He chose a somewhat violent method, raised his arm, and tightly grabbed Hela's neck.

When the Valkyrie told the story of the past, Clark also heard it.

He knew how strong the Valkyries were, so Hela, who could lead to the annihilation of their entire army, was definitely a formidable opponent, so he had to take the lead.

Hela was suddenly attacked and fell into a disadvantage again, so she didn't rush.

There was even a sneer at the corner of her mouth, her dark blue eyes rolled slightly, she also reached out her hand, grabbed Clark's forearm, and twisted it in the opposite direction of the joint.

The black hair on the back of the Goddess of Death's head swayed completely in the air, dancing without wind, twisting and twitching like a group of electrified snakes.

The two fell into a confrontation.

The blood on Clark's body dripped onto the ground. In this place without the sun and full of the power of the undead, the healing speed of the body obviously slowed down a lot.

If it was simply a contest of strength, Clark would never lose.

But Hela was controlling a long, sharp black sword, and bit by bit inserted into Clark's arm pinching her neck.

At the same time, the giant wolf Fenrir, who had accompanied Hela in battle for thousands of years, also roared and jumped up from behind, pulled out Clark's other arm, and savagely bit it.

A rotten bloody smell spewed from the giant wolf's mouth, and its sharp teeth seemed to be biting on a steel plate.Although it didn't break through the skin barrier, its huge size and strength caused Clark to lose his balance in the air.

Clark's outstretched arm was nailed to Hela's neck like a nail.

As a result, the two fell from the sky to the ground together.

The fire on Cyril's side had already burned, and the flames sprang up from the ground were hot, illuminating the dim world.

The giant wolf Fenrir was the first to be unable to hold it back, his whole body burst into flames, and the fur on his body was ignited.Its mouth biting Clark's arm couldn't help but loosen slightly, raised its head, and let out a long howl of pain towards the sky.

And Clark also seized this opportunity, and quickly pulled his arm out of the huge wave's bloody mouth.

Superman's fingers that seemed to be made of steel gradually sank into Hela's neck, and the so-called goddess of death showed pain on her face.

Clark, who pulled out his hand, punched her hard on the shoulder, and Hela's hand, which was twisting Clark's joints, fell powerlessly on the ground. It was also ignited by the flames, and the exposed skin became scorched black.

Her resentful eyes slid across Clark's face inch by inch, like a steel knife that crushed the bone.

If she hadn't wasted too much energy searching for the Nibelungen Ring, how could she be defeated so easily by a brat who ran out of nowhere!

"Nibelungen Ring, where is it?" Clark breathed the hot and humid air, his chest heaved, and he let out two heavy breaths, "Hand it over."

Hella was silent.

And the giant wolf that was supposed to be her loyal partner had fallen powerlessly to the ground at this time, its hair was scorched, its limbs began to curl up, and an indistinct whimper came from its throat.

Clark's back was also on fire. Enduring the burning pain, he lowered his head and looked across Hela's fingers, the armor's belt, and the black cloak behind him, trying to find a place to hide things.

But nothing was found.

"Let me go," Hela turned her head to look at Fenrir, gritted her teeth, and said unwillingly, "This place will be destroyed soon, and staying here is a dead end."

Clark turned a deaf ear to it, and after gazing around, he left Hela's body and suddenly caught sight of the goddess of death's long black hair, which seemed to have life.

He held Hela's neck with one hand, and inserted the other into the densely twisted hair, groping around.

Finally, with a jingling sound, a ring emitting silver light fell into Clark's palm.

Clark breathed a sigh of relief.

And Hela seemed to have seen clearly that this man could not kill her, so she seized the opportunity, pushed Clark away, stood up, and at the same time retracted her wolf, and ran in the opposite direction.

After a few breaths, the black figure disappeared into the endless flames.

Clark also got up from the ground.His back was burning, his skin tightened due to dehydration, and he couldn't help staggering.If he hadn't possessed an overly powerful body, he might have been burned to the ground by now, leaving only a piece of ashes.

At this time, Clark narrowed his eyes and looked at the figure of Cyril in the distance.He suddenly thought inappropriately: "Fortunately, I came with him."

Afterwards, Clark shook his head with a smile, and began to fly in the direction of Cyril.

But it wasn't just Clark after that flew to Cyril.

There are also undead who mobilized the front army to come back to support after realizing that the rear was invaded.

In the distance, Xi Ruier fell into confusion.

He couldn't see anything but himself.

As far as the eyes could see, there was only a sea of ​​flames, which burned brightly and engulfed the world.

The elf felt as if he had split into two parts.

Part of it turned into a phoenix that just wanted to burn to its fullest, and felt unsatisfied watching the flames licking everything.In another part, he is like an orphan abandoned here, cut off from all connections with the world, and no one will hold the hand he stretched out for help.

Cyril knew that this was because he was not a suitable Phoenix host.

He has the power of light in his body, and the residual power of Dormammu's dark dimension, and as a mage who is too sensitive to magical energy, wind, water, and plants all have a faint resonance with his spiritual power .

The Phoenix Force is repelling these forces, and even wants to devour them.

The elf lowered his head, and found that the black robe on his body was also burning. The high-quality magic spun cloth was licked by the flames, rolled up, drunk by the heat, and scattered in the air with ignited sparks. Come.

Cyril looked at his palm again, under the thin and shallow palm lines, the flame glowed crimson faintly in the skin.

"To find Clark," the elf whose brain was a little slow blinked, "this place is too dangerous, and he must be sent away."

And just where he couldn't see, Clark collided face-to-face with the army of undead who came back to support them.

Clark floated in the air.And these painless undead, under the orders given by the officers through the biomagnetic field, ignored the flames on their bodies, layer by layer, like the cannon fodder attached to the siege by ancient ants, and climbed upwards.

They even gave up their former occupations and no longer used their skills, relying on their large numbers to hold back Clark's footsteps.

But soon, the undead who first touched the corner of Clark's clothes also burned with the flames of the Phoenix Force. This overbearing energy disintegrated the foundation of their existence.In an instant, no less than a few thousand undead disappeared into nothingness in the flames.

However, soon there were new undead coming up from behind.

The crowds of undead were so crowded that they looked like a gray ocean with undulating waves when viewed from a distance.

Cyril didn't realize that Clark was not far from him at all.His eyes were completely burned, clusters of flames danced in his eye sockets, and the elf's handsome face was reflected ferociously and beautifully by the flames.

Unable to see or hear, Cyril felt someone holding his hand.

Cold lips imprinted a kiss on the back of the hand with flowing red patterns, the visitor looked at Cyril and couldn't help laughing.

Xi Ruier wanted to pull out his hand, but it was held tightly. He felt that the man grabbed his fingertips and rubbed them bit by bit.

"It's not been a long time this time." Heinciri looked down at Cyril, who was wrapped in his arms, "I said that the Superman you value...is nothing more than that."

Heinciri suddenly felt extremely satisfied in his heart. The elf in front of him didn't show hatred towards him, nor did he distance himself from him indifferently, and uttered hateful words from his mouth.

Because he can neither see nor hear.

The fire is dazzling and burning.

He just stood there blankly, so powerful, yet so helpless.The power of the phoenix made him angry, eager to devour everything, but his nature was suppressing the tyrannical impulse to attack everyone indiscriminately.

Like a newborn god, but also like a baby who knows nothing.

The power of the undead on Heinciri also burned along with the power of the phoenix.The high-grade fuel makes the flames burst forth vigorously, penetrating through the dense fog and steaming water vapor, and it is extraordinarily dazzling even in a sea of ​​flames.

Clark struggled forward under the barrier of endless undead.

He raised his head and looked at the two embracing flame shadows in the sky, his azure blue eyes sank little by little, and the corners of his mouth tightened.

The author has something to say: Well, I have no self-control and finally finished watching the little volleyball, so I can code with peace of mind.There is expected to be another chapter tonight, let me make up all the updates that have been left behind!