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

Xi Ruier stared at the scarlet letter on the phone screen.

He knew he had been sent back in time by Strange, not long after he'd just walked into Dean's cabin.

Going back to the time point when Lucifer just came to the earth is a very risky method, because if Cyril does not find a way to solve Lucifer before the next time node is established, as a person from the future, because he has a double Time characteristics, the multiverse has a great probability to start fission and bifurcation from him.

Once the universe starts to split, his original universe will continue to move towards the future destroyed by Lucifer, and he will stay in the split parallel universe, alone.

All his friends, the "light" he established to fight against the undead, his teammates who he admired and loved and fought side by side...and the Superman with the big S logo on his chest will all become an illusory dream.

At this time, Xi Ruier wished that he hadn't learned all the knowledge left by the Ancient One.

Perhaps he would not be so afraid of losing.

The encounter against Dormammu made him have a great psychological shadow on this time loop, just like a PTSD patient, the anxiety, emptiness and pain he had experienced came to him again.The elf couldn't help but stand there, everything in front of him gradually turned black, as if walking alone in the dark night of the vast snow field, his body was almost frozen.

"Cyril?"

Dean called his name a few times, but got no response, and impatiently stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Cyril's eyes.

Cassidio also noticed something was wrong with the elf. He raised his hand and gently placed it on top of the elf's head. His lips were pursed into a straight line. There were faint golden wings behind him, reflecting the dust in the air transparently.

As an angel, he was born able to read the suffering of all living things.

The teachings of heaven told him to heal the pain of others, but Cassidio couldn't help opening his eyes wide, with a surprised and confused expression on his face.

Cassidio frowned tightly, his moist blue eyes were full of disbelief: "Our future... will it be like this?"

Hearing Cassidio's words, Cyril woke up suddenly. He took Cassidio's hand on his head and took it off, "No, everything is not over yet, we still have a chance."

The elf's fingers were slender and powerful, holding his wrist undeniably, with delicate and cold fingertips.He felt an unprecedented temperament from Cyril, which made him unable to believe and obey, just like when he was the youngest child in heaven, he unconditionally trusted and obeyed Archangel Michael.

"What are you talking about?" Dean standing aside was completely puzzled.

Cyril let go of Cassidio's wrist, his face was calm, he glanced at Dean, then turned his head and said to the angel: "If you want to believe me, you just need to do me a favor. Sidio, can you do it?"

Cassidio was stared at by the elf's dark green eyes, and couldn't help but nodded.

"Keep an eye on Dean, don't let him agree to Michael, no matter what conditions the other party gives," Cyril no longer cared about explaining the cause and effect, "Leave the rest to me."

Before Casidio could react, he saw Cyril open a portal, and then left without looking back.

His back seems to be the same as when we first met, tall, slender, with straight shoulders, a bit too thin compared to other superheroes.But he is always on the road, trying his best to go to the most dangerous place, as if he can always stand on the balance of victory.

Out of nowhere, Cassidio felt he would win the war.

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This time, Cyril didn't call for any help.

Because he knew that for an enemy like Lucifer, for a demon who could completely occupy a human body, the longer time passed, the human order would collapse from the inside.

To be honest, Cyril was a little disappointed.

Because there are many similarities between being possessed by demons and being infected by the undead—every civilian will face the battlefield of human life and death, every important figure in power may betray at any time, and relatives and friends may become enemy.

After preparing for so long to resist the invasion of the undead, in the face of a similar crisis, human beings collapsed too quickly, and the situation in Europe became corrupt within two hours. I don’t know if they want to use nuclear bombs to destroy the demons, or the high-level military has been suppressed. Demon control, when the first small nuclear warhead fell on the border between the Vatican and Italy, the situation has slipped into the abyss.

Of course, the protective shields and early warning systems prepared for the undead are useless against Lucifer, Africa has just encountered a plague, the headquarters of "Brightness" in New York has been attacked, and Gotham was once out of control... Press the next button for these things... Another one emerges immediately, leaving the Superheroes too busy fighting fires to detect the danger from Lucifer in time.

Therefore, Xi Ruier also blamed himself.

He focused on preparing for the undead invasion, but sometimes ignored the many disasters in the world itself.

When he stood on the ground of the Vatican again, Cyril smelled the familiar smell of blood.

He saw black smoke rising from the ground attacking the armed helicopters of the Italian military, the pilot was possessed, the propellers of the planes were spinning, and they fell one by one.

In a few minutes, Superman will be possessed by a demon here.

But Cyril can't control that much anymore.

He went straight to Lucifer who was surrounded by demons.

St. Peter's Square, which is usually crowded with people, is not particularly large. At this time, the ground is covered with the corpses of monks and innocent tourists. Their torsos seem to have been bitten by wild animals, and some of them have been sucked dry, and their internal organs are exposed to the air. Under the scorching sun, the limbs were bent at strange angles, which was horrible.

Cyril just glanced lightly.

When he passed these miserable victims, passed through the space filled with black smoke, and came to Lucifer, he was not hindered in the slightest.

The person in front of him still looks like Sam, but his expression and eyes have changed.

That is the majesty of the king of hell, the temperament cultivated for thousands of years of commanding the most evil and evil in the world, and the background color contains the madness and rebellion of falling into hell when he desperately fell into hell.This makes the usually unobtrusive height of the gentle big man extremely oppressive at this time.

With his back to the sun, he couldn't see his face clearly. The tall shadow cast on Cyril's body like a prison, almost covering him.

Cyril could even smell the magma coming from his body, like the tumbling flames in hell.

"You are not God's creation," Lucifer raised his eyelids in a halo of black halo, and glanced at Cyril lightly, a distinct smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth. Give it to you, leave now, don't get in my way."

Facing Lucifer's gaze, Cyril didn't dodge.

He read a glimmer of joy in the face of the hell king.

This trace of condescending pity and joy completely ignited the anger in Cyril's heart.

Although the belief in the goddess is not so devout, Cyril, like every elf, is proud of her race and blood in her heart.

"I won't leave from here," Cyril also laughed, the corners of his mouth curled up, his eyes were as clear and calm as the color of the mountains and forests after the rain, and even the mist that had not yet dissipated, he paused for a moment, a little gentle said, "Unless you die or go back to hell."

The corners of Lucifer's mouth were cracked, and the smile lines on his cheeks became deeper and deeper. He took a step forward, but his eyes, blocked by Sam's too long curly hair, were burning red.

Cyril held the staff in her right hand and placed it obliquely on her chest.

Suddenly, the ground cracked, and ice edges as high as a person pierced out from below, like poisonous snakes with life, one after another, swimming towards Lucifer's body violently.

The demons guarding Lucifer instantly became agitated and turned into wisps of black smoke, avoiding Cyril's attack.

And Lucifer hooked the corner of his mouth contemptuously, just raised his hand, and with a simple wave, an invisible force spread around him.

The unstoppable ice edge in the air was instantly blocked, and then softened, turning into puddles of water and falling to the ground, splashing away along the cracks in the floor tiles.

Of course, Cyril didn't expect this simplest magic to cause any harm to Lucifer.

His life value is stronger than any boss he has ever seen on the mainland of his hometown, and has even reached the level of the legendary group of creation gods.

At the same time that the first wave of offensive was blocked, Cyril's clone/body technique was activated instantly.

Lucifer seemed to sense something and raised his head.

An identical Cyril appeared in the sky, the hair rope at the back of her head broke at some point, her shoulder-length blond hair was tossed by the south wind, covering half of her face, only her fair cheeks and sharp lines were exposed. jaw.

Then, accompanied by lightsabers all over the sky, Cyril held his staff high and fell down suddenly, his figure was thin and lonely.

It was an unforgettable beauty for all those present.

The blue sky of half of the city was filled with pale golden light, and the beautifully shaped long sword was like a weapon in a legend, and it was like the starlight in the long river of time, falling silently in pieces.

In the silence, murderous intentions were revealed.

Lucifer did not escape.

His eyes didn't even move away from Cyril's body, and even his mocking smile didn't change in any way.

The loyal subordinates around the monarch did not escape again this time, but rushed forward, surrounded the Lucifer group, and turned them into shields billowing with black smoke, covering their lord airtightly.

Cyril's lightsaber fell, and the demon screamed one after another.

The elf spent almost all of his physical strength, magic power and potential overdrawn to fully support such a large energy operation.

The energy released enough to strangle tens of thousands of human troops, after a full 5 minutes, the dust settled.

The black mist that was so thick that it could not be dispersed just now faded away, and the tall figure still stood upright in the center of St. Peter's Square.

The author has something to say: A few days ago, I was a little stuck, sorry for not updating, I will try to make up as much as possible.