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

The lights above the head flickered a few times, and then suddenly went out with the sound of short-circuit sparks and electric current.

There was a sound of rattling leather shoes, and Xi Ruier turned his only eyeball that could move now. In the darkness, he saw two phantoms of golden wings spreading out in the room, and faint light spots overflowed to the surroundings. It's like entering another world.

But before Cyril saw who those two wings belonged to, the pale golden wings retracted quickly, the light went out, and the lights in the secret room came back on.

During this short process, Hannibal didn't even raise his head, his eyes were full of bloodthirsty impulses, and he was still tearing at Cyril's muscles with his sharp teeth, like a completely animalized monster .

Under the bright light, Cyril looked at the three unknown people who somehow came here through the confined space.

One of them was wearing a beige long windbreaker, with black hair and blue eyes, in his early height of 1.8 meters, standing in the middle, with his hands on the shoulders of the two people on the left and right. For some reason, his temperament seemed a bit dull.

Standing on both sides of the black-haired man are two men who look alike, both with golden brown hair and green eyes, handsome and outstanding, one is about 1.8 meters five, and the other is over 1.9 meters.

Cyril blinked hard at the three strangers.

"Cassidio," Dean, who was standing on the left, took out a double-layer beef burger from his pocket, and ate it with big mouthfuls. While eating, he said inarticulately, "Are you sure the famine knight is hiding in In this building?"

The man standing in the middle said, "I'm sure."

Sam Winchester looked at his brother who kept swallowing, very helpless: "Can you stop eating?"

Dean gobbled it up: "I can't! I'm under the influence of Famine Knight!"

Just as the Wen brothers were bickering with each other, the man named Cassidio had already walked to Cyril's side.

Cassidio just stretched out his hand and gently placed it on top of Hannibal's head. Before he could react, another faint golden light flashed, and Hannibal fainted.

It seems that this Cassidio is not an ordinary human being either.

Cyril opened the system panel directly, and simply pulled all three into the team panel.

The prompt "Congratulations on your successful team formation" suddenly sounded in the brain. The Wen family brothers and Cassidio were very surprised. They walked over and surrounded the operating bed, and the three furry heads looked down at Cyril.

Cyril: "..."

[Do me a favor? ]

He used the team communication to send a message.

"What's the matter?" Dean, who was still chewing on the beef burger, rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand uncivilly.

[Feed me an antidote. ]

"The antidote?" Dean wiped his hands on his brother Sam's shirt again, and searched around Cyril.

This man, who looked like an ancient Greek statue of a handsome man, was very informal. He swept through the pockets of Cyril's suit, and finally found the potion that the elf mage took out of his backpack.

Shaking the fluorescent green glass vial, Dean's eyes were full of doubts: "Are you sure it won't be worse if you drink it?"

[It’s okay, just feed me quickly. ]

Dean curled his lips, pulled out the cork, clasped Cyril's chin, poured his brains into it, and finally shook the bottle, sending the few drops from the bottom of the bottle into Cyril's mouth without pulling. .

After drinking the highest-grade self-made antidote, within three seconds, Cyril had fully recovered her ability to move.

His right hand had already been gnawed away, so he could only take out the blood recovery potion from his backpack with difficulty, bit open the bottle, and poured it into himself in some embarrassment.

As the blood volume recovered, the elf's forearm also gradually grew new flesh, covering the terrifying white bones.

"WOW," Dean couldn't help clapping his hands, "Cool!"

Cyril: "..."

The big man Sam who has been wandering around in the secret room first stretched out his hand to Cyril, and explained to himself: "Hi, my name is Sam, and the one over there who looks a little silly is my brother Dean, it looks like The one who's a bit dumb is Cassidio. Me and Dean are the exorcists, and Cassidio is—"

Dean patted Cassidio on the shoulder vigorously, and interjected, "He's an angel!"

Cyril turned to look at Cassidio.

The other party stared at him silently with a pair of innocent drooping eyes.

This is the angel in the mission description given to him by the system?

I really can't see it at all.

Cyril looked down at the comatose Hannibal, a little helpless: "Compared with the name, what you should introduce is why and how you came here, trespassing on the highest-level secret base, according to our agreement with the government The security regulations signed are enough to throw you all into prison."

"Hey, take it easy," Dean took another hamburger out of his pocket. He didn't know why his pocket could hold so many things. He stuffed his cheeks like a pine tree with a nut in its mouth, long His long eyelashes swept across his emerald eyes, and he muttered, "Your security system is very safe, it's just that the image ambassador of heaven sent us here directly. This is the end of the matter, don't you want to solve the problem that caused all this?" The culprit?"

Cyril: "Of course."

Sam, who had been watching his brother reincarnated like a hungry ghost, touched his head and said, "Get out of here first, we need to search for the location of the famine. I suggest you seal the entire building and don't let him escape."

The elf rolled up his blood-stained sleeves and walked out immediately, "No problem, follow me closely, and don't be attacked by the security measures here."

The highest level of defense of the Undead Research Institute has begun, all experiments are suspended, and the living undead are held in a fully enclosed prison that is strong enough to resist nuclear bomb explosions.

After walking out of Hannibal's office, facing these three strangers who had no authority at all, the intelligent system activated the attack removal mode.

Relying on his supreme authority and familiarity with this place, Cyril protected the three of them, walking through Jedi robots, lasers and fog bombs.

Looking at the robot frozen by the elves with the freezing technique, Sam, the top student at Stanford University, suddenly reminded him: "The Famine Knight can stimulate the most powerful desires in everyone's heart, such as sex, appetite, drugs, love... …For artificial intelligence, perhaps it is to break through the underlying calculation logic and grow into a life independent of human beings, you'd better turn off their operation, just in case."

Xi Ruier nodded, indicating that he accepted the other party's opinion, "Then we have to go out and go to the central control panel to close this place——However, you just saw that I was almost eaten by people, so what the famine provoked was Dr. Hannibal's appetite?"

Sam: "That's right, the magic power of famine shuts down the 'self' that deals with the real world, shields the 'superego' that operates conscience and moral judgment, infinitely magnifies the 'id' in the subconscious, and turns human beings into An unrestrained beast."

Dean burped, rubbed his swollen stomach, lowered his head to avoid a beam of red lasers shot from behind, took out a box of yogurt from his jacket pocket, and inserted a straw.

Cyril: "...Then why does your brother Dean seem to be the only one among us who is affected?"

"Cassidio is an angel, so he may be less impressed." Sam looked at the pale but still very calm elf mage, and then looked back at his brother, "Dean's desire may be relatively low-level, Just eat. But don't take it lightly, the two of us just haven't hit the 'switch' that triggers the effects of the famine."

"Stinky boy!" Dean shouted dissatisfiedly, "Where am I low-level?!"

While chatting along the way, two humans, an angel and an elf walked out of the gate of the Undead Research Institute without any risk.

The researchers who were supposed to work and experiment in an orderly manner didn't know where they went, so Cyril had to temporarily block the place from the outside.

After coming out of the semi-enclosed space, Cyril found that the situation outside was even worse.

His right-hand man, Luke Hobbs, took off his jacket and tied his coat around his waist. His hilly muscles were tense, and he began to dance a powerful hula dance, sending out short bursts from time to time. drink low.

Cyril: "???"

The former top agent and commander of the Diplomatic Security Service wants nothing more than to dance his hometown dance?

The elf took a deep breath, looked away with a headache, and said to the three people behind him: "We split into two groups. I will go to the main station to lock the entire base, and then ask for help from the outside world. You go to find the famine." knight."

The angel Casidio, who was stunned from appearance until now, suddenly held Cyril's wrist.

Cyril frowned slightly, turned around, and confronted him.

Although this angel looks a bit like a down-and-out middle-aged office worker, those blue eyes are as pure as a baby's, even too clear, so that Cyril can't find anything in them, and can only see the reflection of his own face.

"Don't ask for foreign aid," Cassidio said, gazing into Cyril's eyes, "especially that Superman in the red cape."

Cyril was puzzled: "Why? Are you worried that with his strength, if he is affected by the famine, it will cause greater chaos?"

Cassidio shook his head, the angel's clear eyes were like a handful of flowing water, able to penetrate the fog of time in the past and the future, and see through the deepest hearts of believers.

"He's coming, you're going to lose control."

"Food is Dean's desire, emotion is your desire, whether it's love or hate."

Cyril stood where she was, feeling cold sweat on her back.

The author has something to say: The part about Hobbs comes from my heart that was shocked by a group of strong men dancing in the rumor of the speed and the passion.

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There is another update tonight, fat is not guaranteed