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

After 5 minutes passed, Cyril's split/body technique had expired.

The magical creation exactly like him has already melted into the vast golden light, and devoted his short life loyally.

Cyril, who was still standing on the ground, was a little out of breath. Sweat flowed from her forehead to her eyelashes, and then dripped onto the dusty ground, mixed with the soil, making it look like she was crying.He raised his hand, his fingertips trembling slightly, and poured several bottles of the most advanced blue-returning potion for himself.

The taste of ink spread in the mouth, a bit bitter.

Lucifer was standing not far away, stepping on the ravine-ridden ground, walking towards him step by step, with light steps.

If we only talk about individual strength, Lucifer is even much stronger than Heincily.

That is the same level of power as a god.

He is the Lord of Hell who was once helpless even God.

The gods of Cyril's homeland are gone, but not on Earth.

Lucifer was getting closer and closer to him, and the heavy pressure on his body was getting bigger and bigger.When he came up to him, Cyril was almost unable to breathe due to the invisible pressure around him, his legs gave way, and he fell to the ground completely.

His face was facing the ground, and his nostrils were full of dust that had been breathed in. The broken bricks on the ground were sharp, cutting the skin on his cheeks and forehead, and blood gushed out, drop by drop, mixed with the soil.

"Unless I die or go back to hell?" Lucifer smiled easily, stretched out his legs, hooked Cyril's chin with his toes, and stomped hard on his neck, "It seems that you have some doubts about your own strength." Overrated."

The elf, who was still glamorous just now, has become a mess, and was trampled on the ground and humiliated wantonly, without dignity.

Cyril felt the burning pain from the wound on her cheek.

But he didn't even have the strength to lift a finger, he could only endure the humiliation of defeat, the veins on his forehead twitched, and the corners of his eyes were bleeding.

After a long minute, Lucifer seemed to have had enough of the ridicule. He patted the ashes on his shoulder with his hand, then narrowed his eyes and gave Cyril a wink

Cyril immediately felt the pressure on his body getting heavier, and an invisible hand grabbed his neck, exerting pressure.

The ice ring he created using magic to resist damage lasted for less than a second before it shattered.The air seemed to be leaving him. Although the feeling of suffocation was not fatal, it was teasing him a little bit, declaring that his strength was not worth mentioning in front of the fallen angels who were comparable to gods.

Lucifer glanced at him boredly, then turned around and left.

Xi Ruier laughed silently behind him, her eyes were amazingly bright.

"System," he opened the skill bar on the system panel, and dragged out a skill that he had never used before. "The task that the goddess gave me...is really difficult."

Although the system is intelligent, it is not alone after all. It cannot guess the true thoughts in Cyril's heart. At this time, he can only comfort him palely: "Because you are the best, the gods will choose you to save this world."

In the corner of his eye, Cyril saw Superman who had just arrived at the Vatican. Instead of holding up the plane that was about to fall, Cyril turned around and flew towards Cyril.

He couldn't help smiling.

That's fine, if he fails this time, Clark in this universe may not be possessed by demons, and when Strange arrives, he may be able to protect this superman who has no magic resistance.

Cyril, who was crawling on the ground, took out the required materials from the backpack, black, red, green, golden... pieces of radiant energy fragments surrounded him, each exuding a magical power. Power, it seems that there are countless universes that have not yet been born.

"Mortals cannot save the world destroyed by the gods." Cyril felt that his cervical spine had been crushed, and the bone fragments were mixed with fuzzy flesh and blood. It was terrifying and ugly, but he hadn't died yet, and There is still a breath, "Unless everything starts again and a new god is born."

The system was amazed, and his huge information flow became a little disordered in an instant.

"You, what are you—"

Cyril struggled to mobilize what little spiritual power he had left, and imprinted the magic knot of the skill "Return of all things" in the void.Hearing the system's words, he sneered in his heart and said, "Because I want to understand one thing, a fact that no god has ever told anyone, or any creation born from their hands."

For the first time, the system felt that it had almost lost its voice.

"That means gods can die... Gods are also greedy for life!"

Just like the phoenix will be reborn from Nirvana over and over again, the dark dimension always chooses the host to parasitize and then uses the host to absorb the power of other dimensions.

"Nothing is a tree without roots, water without a source, and the same goes for the power of the undead."

"No ordinary race has ever been able to resist the power of the undead, no matter how advanced their technology is and how powerful their bodies are. How could such power originate in ordinary races in the first place? Only the gods who once created the world, only the universe Only the original power can create monsters like the power of the undead."

Cyril felt that his soul had already floated out, and after using "Return of Everything", his physical body was instantly annihilated and turned into nothingness.

He saw Clark rushing to nothing, a bewildered expression appeared on his usually handsome and upright face.

It seemed he didn't know what was going on.

Did you think that his spirit would be resurrected soon?

Cyril smiled and shook her head, then was swallowed up in pain.

Countless messy forces were washing his spiritual body without the shelter of a body, like ten thousand sharp needles piercing the soft organs, the pain almost tore him apart.

Space, time, mind, famine, war, plague...

Divine power of light, power of darkness, power of phoenix, power of Odin...

Cyril felt her soul weeping.

One moment, he was still enveloped by the shining light, and the next moment he fell into the bottomless abyss, held tightly in the palm of his hand by fear.

Just after getting used to the darkness, he was lifted from the abyss by a big crimson bird, flew into the boundless starry sky, and uttered a greedy cry towards a star that was in its prime.

It can be infinitely small, yet expand enough to envelop the entire universe.

His gaze became infinitely short and infinitely long.

He saw the war with corpses strewn across the field, and his ears were filled with the crisp sound of cold weapons hitting.

I also saw the plague sweeping the entire land after the war, the old man with one leg rotting curled up on the ground, his muddy tears running across his ravine face, and swallowed his last breath.

But after the plague, the wheat fields were green and full of weeds that grew after abandoning the farmland. The surviving humans had to change their children to eat. The arms of the children's palms were torn into several pieces, put them on the dinner plate, and ate them.

Cyril couldn't help crying out in pain.

For the first time, he had the feeling that he couldn't hold on.

He is just a mortal body created casually by a newly born and curious god, but he wants to forcibly create a god.

This is presumption.

Lucifer, who had gone far away, suddenly stopped in his tracks, and looked back from Yaoyao, his eyes were cloudy and full of complex emotions.

The elf who dared to provoke him just now has disappeared.He should have led his invincible army of demons to conquer the whole of Europe and the whole world, turning the world into a furnace of flames like hell, and then tempering the souls of ordinary human beings, turning them all into demons.

In this way, he can lead a huge army of demons to attack that damn heaven.

The plan went well from beginning to end, and he had the help of his allies.

Heinciri promised him Sam's body, and his return was to get out of the way of the earth and let the lost legion smoothly enter the vast world of the universe.

But now, without any reason, the monarch who has ruled hell for thousands of years is on his back, and for the first time feels a substantial threat in the world where God has disappeared.

That's a...

gods like him.

Or the devil.

And there is often no clear dividing line between the two.

He closed his eyes, and spread the skin and clothes behind his back with two huge black wings, and the pitch black feathers fluttered in the air.Lucifer completely released his divine power from his body, while Sam's body that fit him perfectly endured everything silently.

A few hundred meters away, Lucifer felt a vortex of extremely mottled and chaotic energy.

There is the divine power that he is familiar with, which tastes very similar to that of an angel, and the darkness and fear that almost come from the same source as hell.

Not to mention three of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse that he personally sealed, famine, war and plague.

Together they stir, merge, divide and reproduce.

No force can occupy a dominant position, so they can only use a certain person's soul as a battlefield, fighting desperately, trying to decide a winner.

Lucifer flapped his wings and approached the vortex.

To be honest, the number of these powers is not many, and some of them can only be regarded as fragments that are better than nothing.But these fragments, without exception, are forces that can change certain established rules in the universe, just like the God who created the world in seven days.

Lucifer used to be like this, he didn't dare to be inferior to others, he abandoned his sacred beliefs, slaughtered his former companions, and willingly fell into depravity, just because he saw that in this world, apart from representing the holy heaven, there is another one that is enough to Evil against God.

Lordless Evil.

Just waiting for his seat.

So he became the master of evil, and the knight of famine, war and plague was just a small character who followed him to drink soup.

But now, in front of his eyes, in this vortex of constantly changing colors, there are so many powers that he once dreamed of.

Lucifer's wings curled up, wrapping himself into a black silkworm chrysalis, and then he threw himself into these unknown forces without hesitation.

Whether it is to curb the birth of new gods or to seize the original power of these universes, he has to do so.

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It was dark, silent, and there was no light or sound anywhere.

Lucifer knew that he had come to a dimension independent of the earth.

He didn't panic, just flapped his wings lightly and walked among them.

In this silence, after an unknown amount of time, Lucifer felt something slowly approaching behind him.He heard the scraping of metal scales, the whoosh of air exhaling through the huge nostrils of some creature.

The lord of hell turned around.

He saw a dragon that described the majesty of Gu Ao.

The dragon was covered with black scales, its huge pupils were dull and lifeless, only a pair of bloodshot white eyeballs were moving slightly, indicating that it was not really dead.

The black dragon was swimming in the void little by little, and its icy breath lowered the temperature of the entire area. I don't know if it was cold or because of the unknown fear, Lucifer couldn't help shivering, and his back rolled up. A tiny goosebump.

But in the blink of an eye, the huge dragon with a body as large as a mountain approached Lucifer.

Only then did he see that there was a humanoid creature sitting on the rugged and undulating back of the giant dragon.

It's hard to describe in words what kind of creature it is.

Much like a human, but with pointed ears like elves.But unlike the elf that Lucifer just saw, he lost his golden hair and green eyes like waves.

With black hair, golden, black, green and many other rays of light slowly emerge from the eyeballs, blending together like two planets.But unlike the giant dragon that seemed to be a dead thing, his eyeballs didn't even move anymore.

After only one glance, Lucifer, who had a cold back, let out a gleeful laugh.

"You failed," he said, "you became a monster, not a god."

Cyril rode the giant dragon that he had brought into the dark dimension, and controlled the ancient creatures that once made him an enemy. When he heard Lucifer's words, he actually nodded in agreement.

"That's right, I'm missing the most important link." The elf patted the dragon's head lightly, as if comforting a well-behaved and obedient pet. "It can be used against you, enough. Let's go."

Before his words fell, the giant dragon that had been lingering in the air started to move.

Its slender and powerful long tail swung violently, and slammed hard towards Lucifer's back.

Lucifer flapped his wings and jumped up, dodging the powerful attack of the giant dragon. At the same time, he repeated his trick again, stretching out his hand in the direction of Cyril, pushing the space to shrink and collapse, hoping to make the elves thin body crushed.

But this time, he miscalculated.

There was a flash of light in the elf's treacherous eyes, and the invisible gravity in the space suddenly stopped, as if he had bumped his head against a hard shield. The powerful potential energy had nowhere to release, and he turned around and bounced back.

Lucifer was hit in the chest, and his chest immediately collapsed.

At the same time, the sharp claws of the giant dragon attacked head-on, caught off guard, and even tore half of Lucifer's upper body.

Bright red blood spattered from Sam's body, the demon king's black wings trembled violently, and the soft black feathers fell like raindrops, covering the sky and the sun.

But soon, bursts of black smoke rose from the torn part of the body, and the wound was quickly repaired.

Lucifer gritted his teeth, with a ruthless expression: "Even if you kill me, creatures that fail to evolve into new gods will die soon. You are just dying."

In the endless darkness, a chaotic light of various colors surrounds Cyril, messing up the silent darkness.His face is still very handsome, and the straight and graceful curvature of the bridge of the nose can still make people who love beauty look straight into their eyes, but the smile that used to be like a permanent mask has disappeared. Looking straight ahead with expression.

"I just need you to die."

Lucifer raised his head, laughed a few times, and then said mockingly: "Just die like this, are you willing? Heinciri is your enemy, right? You have established so many undead powers on the earth." The observation post mobilized almost all the forces available in human beings to set up the 'light', isn't it just to deal with the lost legion? When you die, the undead will step on our corpses, step on human corpses, and turn the entire universe into a mess. The world of the dead. Are you really willing to pay such a price to kill me? Not to mention, you may not be able to kill me at all."

The giant dragon under Cyril's seat let out a cold snort in displeasure.

Just as Lucifer was talking at length, a giant that could almost completely blend into the environment slowly rose behind him.

It was a black tree, a magical creature spawned by Cyril using the power of darkness.

Its leaves are as sharp as daggers, and its branches are harder than alloy.The black tree giant slowly opened its arms, and then quickly closed them, tightly imprisoning Lucifer in its arms.

Lucifer's wings were frayed.

He spit out black smoke continuously from his mouth, as if he spit out an octopus that had just been eaten. This giant deep-sea octopus waved its tentacles and wrestled with the black giant.

Cyril stood up, tapped her toes on the dragon's head, flew into the vast void, and released her mount.

His eyes were closed, and he was constantly sending energy to the dragons and giants, commanding them.

The sound of the dragon's chant was like a huge bell and drum, low and majestic, capable of knocking on a person's heart.

Black broken branches of trees, river-like blood of a dragon, half of Lucifer's wings ripped off...

The battle became intense for a while.

But Cyril couldn't help but bend down, clutching her heart tightly, only to find that there was a big hole there, a hole big enough to stuff a fist into.

Standing here fighting Lucifer is his spiritual body. The pain in the soul is different from that in the body/body, which means that his soul has a tendency to disintegrate.

"Make a deal, give me the power you have, and I will digest them for you. In this way...you can live."

Lucifer's hateful voice rang in his ears again.

Cyril opened her eyes suddenly, and squeezed herself desperately again.

In the darkness, light emerges, a stretch of boundless, seemingly endless swords of light elements form a mighty river, going to strangle Lucifer!

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