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

Looking at the obvious surprise on the officer's face, Hannibal's mouth curled up, his golden-brown eyes flickered, looking at Cyril with a look of longing that shouldn't have appeared.

The normally decent gentleman immediately lowered his eyes and took a long breath to cover up his gaffe.

And Cyril didn't catch Dr. Hannibal's abnormality at all. He picked up the small teacup in his hand, took a few sips slowly, and was still immersed in the important news that "the infected of the undead can be cured".

"Although this is indeed good news," Hannibal glanced at Cyril's neckline, and said unhurriedly, "but the cured infected can only be resurrected after undergoing purification and surviving. , and more died in the purification technique. So this discovery may have limited practical use."

The hot tea slid down the esophagus, and Cyril stuck out her tongue and licked her lips, always feeling that Dr. Hannibal's black tea seemed a little sweeter than the one in his office.

He nodded: "The lowest level of undead is indeed very likely to die in the face of purification, but anyway, doctor, your discovery can save more lives."

"It's just a small effort," Hannibal put away the documents in front of him, and asked, "Would you like to go to the laboratory to see for yourself?"

Cyril naturally wanted to see it.

He stood up as usual, but his legs gave way and he almost fell to the ground. He could barely hold on to the desk in front of him, and his eyes were spinning.

The elf, who has experienced many battles, realized something was wrong at the first time. He didn't even ask Hannibal a few words "why" like in the movie, but just stretched out his hand, wanting to teleport by himself before he fell completely Walk.

But it was too late, he fell to the ground in a dizzy state, face down, buried in the thick wool carpet, even his breathing was not smooth.

Cyril forced herself to open the system panel and found her own value.

In fact, he had already expected it before opening it. He was probably overwhelmed by the medicine added to Hannibal's cup of black tea.But after seeing the status prompt next to his avatar representing poisoning and unable to use any skills, he was still very helpless.

The last time he was kidnapped by AIM's murderous brain Murdoch, the reason why he was able to escape was because he used the ability to release the control, and the restraint belt naturally failed.

But this time I was not so lucky, what was acting on my body was medicine, which was different from the last time, and I had to drink antidote or use antidote skills.

But he couldn't even lift his arm, so what could he drink the antidote for?

As for the detoxification skill, it is a professional skill that only priests and shamans have.

Cyril felt that the muscles of her respiratory tract were also paralyzed, she could only gasp for breath with all her strength, her fingertips were weakly clasping the carpet, but she couldn't even pull out a single wool.

In a trance, Huluo Pingyang's former legendary mage from the mainland was turned over by someone, and then hugged horizontally.

Cyril: "..."

Cyril could feel the presence of his own body, but as the medicine completely penetrated into the blood and muscles, he couldn't even move a little finger.

Nestled in Hannibal's arms aggrievedly, watching him walk steadily to the side of the bookshelf with his arms in his arms.

Cyril smelled the light men's perfume on Hannibal's body, and felt very regretful.

If he hadn't underestimated an ordinary human being engaged in academics too much, and hadn't been greedy for the research results of the other party, he wouldn't have fallen to this level.

Hannibal found a book on the bookshelf, and with a slight break, the wooden bookshelf was separated from the middle and scratched to the two sides.

The space hidden inside the office was impressively displayed in front of Cyril's eyes—a small operating room, but everything inside was readily available.

Cyril: "???"

How did Hannibal create a secret space for himself in such a short period of time?

After reflecting on his personal faults, he began to reflect on the management level of "Bright".

Hannibal placed Cyril on the prepared operating table, bent down and sniffed it lightly—it was the familiar fragrance of grass and trees, with the slightly sweet smell of the medicine volatilized from the body.

He touched his nose, and then put on a surgical gown to prevent blood from splattering.After putting on the rubber gloves, he turned to the tray next to him, which was densely packed with scalpels of various sizes, with thin and sharp blades shining brightly.

Xi Ruier was quietly placed on the operating table, without blinking his eyes, looking at the shadowless lamp above his head, a sense of absurdity suddenly rose in his heart.

Everyone in "Bright" knows that their chief is a mage, and he can always come up with some small things that bring people back to life.Even if Hannibal killed him here today, it would not be a loss to him, at most he would suffer some physical and mental torture, but Hannibal himself would be arrested and imprisoned, losing his freedom and reputation and reputation.

In Cyril's eyes, the smart Dr. Hannibal would not do such a thing.

Just as he was thinking about it, Hannibal, who had changed his clothes, had already walked over with a scalpel.His eyes swept across Xi Ruier, a little smile flowed out of the corner of his eyes, and then asked softly: "Are you in a daze?"

Cyril rolled her eyes.

The tip of Hannibal's knife fell and gently scratched the skin behind the elf's ears. The sharp scalpel seemed to be cutting a piece of white water tofu, leaving a trace of bright red blood easily.

Round drops of blood rushed out.

"When I saw you on the news for the first time, I thought your ears must be delicious." Hannibal raised his eyebrows, showing a look of aftertaste, "Thin but flexible."

Cyril's wandering eyes fixed on Hannibal's face, and he found that there seemed to be something wrong with the doctor who was trying to eat his ear.

This man with the wheat-colored skin that is standard for the elite class now looks terribly pale, with bloodshot eyes covering the white eyeballs, so thick that they seem to bleed.And the funniest thing is that Cyril, who has not yet lost her hearing, actually heard the gurgling sound from the other party's stomach.

This is a few days without eating, Cyril thought suspiciously.

"It's a pity that I like to save the most delicious things for later." Hannibal tilted his head, patted Cyril's face with the back of the knife a few times, and then moved away.

The terrifying and elegant ogre squatted down, gently unbuttoned Cyril's cuffs, and then clicked the rolled-up sleeves, exposing the white forearm to the air.

Hannibal's fingertips were trembling slightly, as if he was too excited.

"System?" Cyril suddenly remembered the system that he hadn't been in contact with recently, and called the other party in his heart, "He is going to eat me, right?"

The voice of the system sounded in my mind: "It looks like this."

Cyril: "But I feel that his state is a little abnormal."

System: "Isn't it unusual for him to eat people?"

Cyril thought about it carefully, and insisted on his intuition: "He is an extremely smart and rational person. Even if he wanted to eat me, he would not choose such a risky way. If I disappear , it will be discovered soon, as long as any investigator doesn't even need the elite agents of 'Bright', he can find that Hannibal called my office, and I entered the password in the Undead Research Institute, he is The last person to see me."

Just as Cyril and the system analyst were analyzing, Hannibal had already started.

He cut open the skin on Cyril's forearm, picked open the blood vessels, and cut off a square piece of meat. He opened his mouth and ate it in small mouthfuls even though it was still dripping with blood.

Hannibal closed his eyes and savored carefully, like a gourmet invited by a Michelin restaurant, the taste buds that are different from ordinary people burst out with great pleasure, which delighted him.

Cyril, who was anesthetized, couldn't even feel the slightest pain. He just glanced at Hannibal and continued to tell the system: "Not to mention that he knows that I can be resurrected. I think all this is a bit wrong."

The system paused for a few seconds as if it was stuck, and said with a sudden realization: "You guessed right, there is a new mission, maybe it has something to do with Hannibal's abnormality."

Cyril clicked on the newly refreshed task list.

[The origin quest chain of the universe has been opened, please check it. 】

Mission description: This is a long-lasting hatred and war. Since Lucifer fell into hell, the angels and demons in myths and legends fought against each other, resulting in countless casualties and devastation.In hell, Lucifer is not the only monarch who has the authority to bestow the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, who can use war, famine, plague, and death to kill a quarter of the people on the earth.Please solve the disaster "Apocalypse" and obtain their original power fragments.

Mission Difficulty: High

mission rewards:

1. War Reserve Materials*100

2. Scientific and technological assistance from higher civilizations in this universe*1

3. Fragment of Undead Power from Helheim, Land of the Dead*1

After reading the task description at a glance, Xi Ruier's mind returned to the real society again.

He found that Hannibal, who was very elegant just now, had completely lost his mind at this time, and even threw the scalpel, half-knelt on the ground, and gnawed Cyril's arm like the ancient nomads gnawing the leg of lamb.

Cyril thought: Hannibal must have been affected by the "famine" in the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse...

He saw the "poisoned" status on his personal panel, and there were still 15 minutes before the contact, and he even wished that Hannibal would eat him up quickly, so that he could be revived quickly to complete the task.

When half of his arm was left with nothing but a white skeleton, a series of explosions suddenly resounded.

In a place that Cyril couldn't see, the flames shot up into the sky, and within a short period of time, the entire "Bright" base was in chaos.

Hunger attacked human beings, the cafeteria was overcrowded, the food was eaten, and the back kitchen was ruined by people. Human beings who had completely lost their minds like Hannibal began to attack each other, trying to eat each other's flesh and blood to fill the convulsions. Tolerance of the stomach.

Cyril's eyes gradually turned cold.

His personal losses are negligible, but "Brightness" suffers from chaos and cannot function normally, which is unbearable for the earth that is infiltrated by undead all the time.

But at this moment, there was nothing he could do about it, he could only wait for himself to die first or the anesthetic to fail.

Surprisingly, Cyril didn't wait long.

A faint sound of wind passed through the confined space, and three uninvited guests appeared in Cyril's peripheral vision.

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