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

Soon, but within three to four minutes, they arrived.

Since Clark came here last time, the Plague Knight's position has changed, but Clark still found him quickly.

Without needing to communicate with Cyril, he landed directly in front of the Plague Knight.

Compared with the old age of famine and the arrogance of war, the plague knight is ordinary, like an ordinary person sitting in a cubicle of a large company and working hard, even wearing a cheap black suit.

As soon as he landed, Clark could feel the cells in his body begin to be swallowed by the virus.If he goes out now, he will be a large source of infection, almost like an exhibition hall for all severe infectious diseases in human history.

But unlike ordinary humans, Kryptonians have an extremely powerful immune system and self-healing ability. After a short period of reaction, they began to fight back, forcefully suppressing the attacks of viruses and bacteria on body cells.

In the shadows cast by dense trees, Clark's superhuman vision and hearing enabled him to catch countless traces of small animals and microorganisms.

They are also infected with viruses.

The Plague Knight's abilities are not limited to humans and mammals.

Clark carried Cyril, who was frozen in a large ice block, in a funny way, stepped on the rich, moist and slightly sticky humus on the ground, and came to the small cave where the plague was hiding.

There is a habitat for fruit bats, and dozens of dark brown bats with wingspans up to two meters hang upside down in the protrusions of the cave.

Clark entered the cave unhindered and was not attacked by the bats.

He suspects that these bats, which can coexist harmoniously with countless deadly viruses, are actually dead.

The plague knight raised his eyes and looked at Clark.

His eyes were not cloudy, nor did he have the bloodthirsty intent of a war knight. Instead, he was calm and clear, looking like a normal person.

"It seems that my brothers have all failed." Plague tugged at the hem of the suit that didn't fit well, feeling a little regretful.

It was the first time Clark heard him speak.

[He is so weird. ] Cyril sent a message on the communication channel.

Plague slowly spread his hands, looking out at the sunlight, "You are here to kill me, I feel it."

The cave was very damp, and water dripped from the roof, silently falling into the soil, filling the gaps in the black soil.

In this eerie and peaceful atmosphere, Clark felt his back a little shivering, and he couldn't help but send a message to Cyril.

[Let's get started. ]

[Wait... I always feel that what he said is a bit deep, you can ask again. ]

Clark frowned slightly, and looked at the Plague Knight, "What do you mean?"

The Plague Knight smiled lightly, took out his phone from his pocket, turned on the screen and looked at it, then raised his head: "Time flies so fast, it is already 36:[-] noon. Our plan has undoubtedly failed gone."

"Your plan?"

"No way," the Plague Knight shrugged his shoulders, his tone helpless, "You don't think that we are all mindless monsters, once we are released from the cage, we use our abilities like a dog peeing everywhere, doing some meaningless things Bar?"

Clark was completely confused: "Isn't it?"

"Maybe my two idiot brothers are still driven by instinct..." The Plague Knight swept Clark's back, looked at the ice cube containing Cyril with great interest, and then muttered, "They One chose the densely populated New York, the other chose the chaotic Gotham where many famous villains were imprisoned, and I chose Africa with a large population and backwardness, just to kill more people... And you guys think that Death is a bad thing?"

Listening to the plague knight's words, Clark frowned deeper and deeper, "Everyone's life is precious, and you have no right to deprive others of their lives condescendingly."

The plague knight lowered his eyes, as if he didn't hear what Clark said at all.

The atmosphere became weird and quiet again.

After a while, the plague knight closed his eyes.

"Without death, you will face more terrifying monsters."

Plague sat on an irregularly shaped rock. The surface of the rough stone was covered with smooth greenish moss. He stopped talking and his arms were wide open, as if he was welcoming the judgment.

Cyril didn't have time to figure out what he meant carefully, and there was no need to delay the opportunity because of his words that didn't match the words.

He quickly disarmed the skills.

The big ice block behind Clark's back suddenly disappeared, and a blond-haired elf with pointed ears jumped out of it. He held a lacquered wood staff as tall as a person, and landed lightly on the ground.

After a brief two-second read, a huge lightsaber condensed milky white brilliance, flew out quickly, and volleyed over the head of the plague knight.

Then, he stabbed in fiercely!

Under the pure light magic, the purification and whipping force acting on the soul completely scattered the ordinary youth in a suit in front of him, leaving no trace of flesh and blood, clean.

The magic element radiated bright light, illuminating the dark cave, and the bats that were standing upside down in the cave stiffly as if they were dead just now exploded into a group, flapping their wings, and flew out one after another.

Clark took a step forward and grabbed Cyril's arm.

In just ten seconds of being exposed to the plague, Cyril's body was greatly damaged, his forehead was hot, he coughed non-stop, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

Unlike famine and war, the impact of the plague will not fade quickly with his disappearance.

Cyril walked forward with vain steps, picked up the plague ring that fell to the ground because of the disappearance of the master, and put it in the backpack.

This simple action consumed a lot of his energy.

"Don't worry about me..." Cyril covered the corner of her mouth, feeling that she was having difficulty breathing, "It will be fine in a while."

Although the scene in front of him was horrifying, Clark was very calm. He picked up Cyril and walked out of the cave. He found a place where the sunlight fell through the canopy of the trees, and sat quietly.

Like holding a sick child, Clark put his hand on Cyril's forehead, gently rubbing the elf's smooth skin with his fingertips, feeling that the other's body temperature rose very high, and then gradually became cold, and he lost his breath.

Clark kept restraining himself from looking into the distance, without bowing his head.

But after hearing the heartbeat of the body in his arms stopped, he couldn't help but lower his gaze—the sunlight was like a golden liquid, penetrating through heavy occlusions and falling on the elf's face, and the accelerated outbreak of the disease made him look haggard , beautiful eyes tightly closed.

Clark reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Until a light red magic light appeared out of thin air and penetrated into Cyril's body.

The elf who was held in his arms gradually came back to life, slowly opened his eyes, and saw Clark's deep and clear blue eyes, like cornflowers blooming in spring, beautiful like a painting.

Cyril raised the corners of her mouth unconsciously and smiled at Clark.

"I'm ready." He raised his arm and gently rubbed the big man's hair.

Clark couldn't help tightening his arms, buried his head on the opponent's shoulder and neck, took a deep breath, and said in a muffled voice, "I see."

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Like Cyril, other patients infected with the virus did not recover immediately with the disappearance of the Plague Knight, and they still have a lot of work to do.

This kind of virus produced by magical energy seems to be different from that in nature, and its infectivity and activity gradually weaken over time until it reaches zero.

The situation is still manageable, it just takes a lot of time to recover.

Cyril didn't even have time to return to the "Light" headquarters, let alone take a rest, and once again devoted himself to the seemingly endless work, completely overwhelmed by the ocean of documents.

The comrades who fought side by side with him still need to go home to catch up on sleep, but the elf who can maintain energy without resting and eating is simply a perfect working machine.

But when issuing all kinds of documents, the elf always had a string in his heart - the death knight, the most powerful knight of the apocalypse recorded in the classics of heaven, has not yet appeared.

And the undead who came out to make trouble every now and then disappeared even more.

"Why is my certificate expired..."

An aggrieved voice suddenly sounded from behind Cyril, and a few pure white feathers fell on the elf's blond hair.

Cyril took off the bird feathers on his head, and turned his head to take a look - a dumb angel stood behind him, staring at him with eyes full of condemnation.

"It was originally a temporary certificate, and it will expire in three days without my authorization." Cyril said mercilessly.

Cassidio condemned: "I ran to New York to find you, but you weren't here, and they wouldn't let me in, saying that I had a false certificate, and that 'Bright' had no cooperative relationship with any shit heaven."

Sitting in the luxurious office prepared for him by the Black Panther King, Cyril, who had worked for two consecutive days and two nights, picked up his cup, took a sip of water, and raised his eyebrows: "Then why did you come here to find me? "

Cassidio said truthfully: "Something happened."

Cyril: "... Sometimes I really hope that every time I see an angel, the other party can bring me a little good news."

Cassidio curled his lips: "You know it's impossible, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse haven't been fully resolved yet."

"Have you heard about the Death Knight? What went wrong this time?"

Rao is an elf with a strong ability to withstand stress. After hearing Casidio's words, he couldn't help but start to have a headache.

He felt that his back was hurting, his legs were hurting, his neck was hurting, and there seemed to be no comfortable place all over his body.

"It's not the death knight," Casidio said, "it's Lucifer."

The elf, who had always been graceful and graceful, gradually turned into petrification, and finally heaved his head and sighed overwhelmed: "How many shocking things do you want to make in heaven?"

"Sam is lost," Cassidio honestly conveyed the situation like an emotionless machine, "Lucifer's soul has found the perfect body/body container and has descended to Earth."

Cyril looked at the African-style chandelier made in Wakanda above his head, and suddenly felt a little cold in the air-conditioned room with a moderate temperature.

"Without death, you will face more terrifying monsters."

The seemingly meaningless whispers of the Plague Knight before his death came out of Cyril's ears.