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

Cyril looked up at the sky.

There, the figure of Superman has disappeared, together with Cyril's complex guilt, anger and confusion.

At this moment, he suddenly figured out why the Metropolitan cried after knowing that Superman was injured and dying, and why the Metropolitan habitually looked up at the sky, chasing the red and blue figure.

In his original world, the tolerance between teams was only reserved for the fighters in front and the priests in the rear.

Because fighters and priests lack self-protection means and output capabilities, there are too few mature enough to go to the battlefield or large-scale dungeons, and they have always been precious and cherished.

And mages have a strong ability to survive in the wild, and it is easy to brush small dungeons and tasks alone, so there are a lot of mages at the full level.

Unless you become an indispensable main output in the team, everyone's attitude has always been that you can stay if you can, and get out if you can't.

In the battlefield and dungeon, no one is a human being, but a tool to achieve the goal.

Anyway, you can be resurrected after death, the only loss is time and money for equipment repairs.

This is the first time, Cyril found himself a little bit in love with this complicated and real world.At the same time, he also began to deeply reflect on his own arrogance - he was always unconsciously pushed by the inertia and thinking of the original world, as if he never took the initiative to put down his body to adapt to the current world.

"The arrogance and arrogance of the elves are engraved in your bones, and you can't change it." This sentence was summed up by a cunning and shrewd businessman of goblins, and it was widely circulated on the mainland.Cyril used to not care about it, thinking that she was out of the shackles, but now thinking about it, it seems that she has not.

But Cyril's review was destined not to last too long.

The missile was propelled by an immature semi-finished curvature engine, and approached the sun from the earth at half the speed of light in a vacuum, and Superman's speed did not exceed the speed of light.

This is the mathematical law of the universe, and the Flash, who once ran beyond the speed of light, was almost lost in the complicated timeline and could not return to his world, which caused time remnants to hunt him down.

Seeing that the missile, which was not too big, only the size of a normal ten-story human building, was getting closer, Superman's brain quickly calculated, "I'm approaching the missile, and I should be able to stop it before it detonates." It was clearly heard by others, "Green light, you put up the protective cover just in case."

Compared with Superman's calm tone, Green Lantern seemed a little anxious: "The energy of the solar storm is too powerful. If the missile is really detonated, my shield can only last for a short while."

"I know," said Superman.

At this time, Beast Vandal was also subdued by Martian Manhunter and Flash, and brought in handcuffed.

Listening to the conversation between Superman and Green Lantern, Cyril felt a little uneasy.

He walked into Vandal wrinkling his nose, bent down, and sniffed around him.

He didn't smell the stench of the Lost Legion, but he lost the aura of blessing from the Goddess of Light, and he wasn't sure how he felt right now.

"If half of the people on Earth are really dead today," Cyril said to Batman, who is clearly the leader of the Justice League in the absence of Superman, "the rest of the people will not survive tonight. .”

Batman frowned, his jaw tensed slightly: "Why do you say that?"

Cyril wiped away the nosebleed that secretly flowed out: "The more than 30 billion dead humans will turn into undead before night, even if the Lost Legion is temporarily blocked by the space barrier and the blessing of the gods, unable to invade in a large scale, but If the 30 billion undead on Earth join forces with them to attack the barrier of the power of light, the barrier that has been in disrepair will definitely be broken. At that time, the earth will become a playground for the undead."

Batman couldn't understand what Cyril was saying.

Cyril also knew that he didn't know the cause and effect, he just tied up his blond hair, his face was as calm as water, but Heinciri's laugh flashed in front of his eyes again.

He said softly: "If this is the case, I will die without shirking the responsibility."

Batman put his hands behind his back and didn't speak. He didn't know if he thought Cyrille was crazy, or he was thinking about something.

At the center of the solar system, Superman was already close to the missile, and he rushed to smash the missile's engine with his fist.

As soon as the fist fell, Superman realized something was wrong.

This missile has a kryptonite coating on it.

Because he is so close to the sun, the sunlight he absorbs overwhelms the effects of kryptonite.But at this time, the shell of the missile that should have been blasted into scrap iron by his fist just deflated a fist-sized pit, and he realized that although he didn't feel too much discomfort, as long as he got close to the kryptonite coating layer, the ability has been weakened.

A drop of sweat ran across the forehead of Superman, who never sweated, and fell into his eyes, which actually felt a little stinging.

But soon, Superman turned around and flew to the right of the missile.

After walking away for a certain distance, he turned around again, and started to accelerate at full speed towards the direction of the missile engine.

In just the blink of an eye, Superman was like a meteorite falling into the earth from the sky. He hit the missile head-on. He knocked off a piece of the missile's tail. He staggered in the air, but soon returned to his normal state. on the track.

He is using the inertia of speed.

Even Superman cannot violate the fundamental laws of the universe, but he can exploit them.

Superman's ability will be weakened when he is close to the kryptonite coating, but in a vacuum, the speed that has been accelerated to the speed of light will not.

Just as an airplane can malfunction if a bird hits a critical part in the air, the impact force at extremely high speeds can destroy many things.

The shattered metal casing of the missile floated in the air, and more embedded in Superman's body.

There is no air in the universe, but Clark took a deep breath, raised his hand and pulled out a small piece of metal material coated with kryptonite stuck in his eyelid, wiped the blood that flowed into the eye, and turned again. Turn around and start repeating the process just now.

Time and time again, bloody.

Until the missile engine was completely damaged, it lost its forward momentum and turned into a pile of scrap metal.

However, the missile that has been captured by the sun's gravity will not stop, it slows down, but still flies towards the sun.

But Clark breathed a sigh of relief, lying on top of the missile, drilled through its damaged shell, found the most critical parts among the intricate circuits and mechanical gears, and melted them into a ball with heat rays.

Although the missile still carries a large amount of explosion/matter, as long as it cannot be converted into radiation resonance through the set program, it will not be able to cause a solar storm.

As for those explosions/matters, the energy released per second is about 910 billion 100 million-ton hydrogen/bombs exploding at the same time, and the sun will digest these insignificant energies by itself.

Those waiting on the ground also breathed a sigh of relief.

"No." Because it was too close to the sun, the voice of the green light in Clark's earphones has been distorted, "Superman, there is another missile that was launched from the non-illuminated side of the earth's sun. Vandal has more than one launch base. We have been tricked !"

Clark had just emerged from the defunct missile.

"The missile was coated with a photosensitive anti-radiation layer, which distorted the light. Then, while we were dealing with the first missile, it circled the opposite side of the sun on the back of the earth," Green Lantern said hurriedly. "Sorry, I didn't see it just now."

Clark turned his head, the wound on his body had healed, but the blood had not been dried by the sun.

With the sun blocking the line of sight, even Superman couldn't see where the missile in Green Lantern's mouth was.But he still subconsciously started flying around the sun, trying to find it.

But now, it's too late.

Before Clark found it, the very small missile had already been thrown into the sun, detonated, and then merged with the sun.

"Look out the window," Batman, who had been standing on the edge of the console early on the ground, suddenly said, "It's still sunny outside."

Hearing Batman's words, Cyborg thought for a while, and then suddenly realized: "Vandal wants to use solar storms to kill all humans on the sun-illuminated side of the earth, so he can't put his base here. He and his His subordinates will also be killed, he must have a way to avoid the solar storm."

Batman looked at Cyborg: "You are an expert in multi-dimensional space, you know what it is."

"It was the hyperspace technology that Vandal handed over to the Flush gang at that time!" Steely turned around hurriedly, turned his finger into an interface, and inserted it into the console, "The Flush gang used this technology to ignore the federal precious metal storage The guards at the station turned the wall into a door and walked in directly."

Batman nodded: "Vandal dared to use this method to save his life, he must have tested it in advance, and Flush is his test tool."

The characters in the mechanical eye on the left of the steel bone are beating: "And the entire hall of doomsday is Vandal's instrument using hyperspace technology. As long as there is enough energy, the signal strength of this hall is enough to cover the entire earth and temporarily transfer the earth to another dimension. , avoiding solar storms.”

Everything seemed to be turning around, but Batman turned his back and sighed softly: "I hope so."

"Are you familiar with Vandal?" Cyril asked abruptly.

Batman looked up at Cyril: "Not too familiar, but enough for me to understand that he is an ambitious lunatic, but he is not the kind of person who can come up with such an interlocking and meticulous plan. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have lived for 4 years and still haven’t ruled the world.”

Cyril gritted her teeth: "Vandal definitely doesn't have such a brain, just like Dr. Samson would never betray S.H.I.E.L.D.."

Diana looked at the two people who seemed to have some kind of tacit understanding when they talked with each other in confusion: "What are you talking about?"

"Use your mantra lasso," Batman pointed to Vandal who was handcuffed aside, "ask him who is pointing him behind his back."

Although Diana didn't understand what they were talking about, she still untied the noose of mantra from her waist and bound Vandal tightly.

But before Diana started to interrogate, Vandal's cold expression that he managed to maintain had already collapsed. He tightly grasped the hot mantra lasso, and hurriedly said: "Come on, take me away, you can't stay here , while there are 8 minutes before the solar storm reaches the earth, let the Flash take us to hide on the non-sunlit side of the earth together! Please!"

At the same time, Cyborg also turned around in a daze. The process from surprise to despair was so quick that he almost lost his voice. It took more than ten seconds before he could organize his words: "It was destroyed. The instruments of space technology have been destroyed, how could this happen?"

Hearing this sentence, Cyril calmed down instead, and felt that it was so true in her heart.

"Aren't you going to use it to save your life? Who destroyed it?" Wonder Woman pulled the noose of truth and pulled it hard.

Vandal looked down at his hand, shook his head wildly, and said, "It's me...it's not me! I just wanted to press the button to launch the missile, but my hand was out of my control Now, it seems that another invisible hand has pressed the self-destruct device of the Hall of Doom for me..."

"Is there no one behind you to advise you?" Batman grabbed Vandal by the collar and lifted him up.

Vandal continued to shake his head: "No, I came up with these plans myself..."

Cyril walked up to Batman: "You can't find anything by asking him. His body/body as a barrier is very strong. In such a short period of time, the soul should not have been completely eroded by the Lost Legion. Everything is subtle. Those undead lingered around him, observed him, devoured his memories, and whispered to his subconscious, making him think he had become smarter, and even complacent. Until now, the power of the undead was only Just pressing a button with his hand."

But just this one button blocked the last way.

After Cyril fell into a state of weak soul in order to save Superman, he lost his keen sense of the power of the undead in a short period of time, so he could not predict that Vandal would do things that were completely inconsistent with his own interests and logic.

The plan to steal Batman against the Justice League is a trap, and it's fine if it works, but it doesn't matter if it fails.

Because even if the Doomsday Hall was attacked by the Justice League and failed to launch the missile, he still left a backup base on the other side of the earth, an African savannah full of various wild animals, and launched another missile if necessary. a missile.The Halls of Doom are nothing more than an outcast to confuse the eye.

What if the Justice League, or the ever-skeptical Batman, senses the hyperspace technology Vandal uses to protect himself, and uses it to protect Earth instead?

It doesn't matter, Vandal is useless anyway, and it is a surefire solution to directly destroy this instrument by his hands.

At each fork in the road, they chose the most correct path at that time.

At the end, I found that this bureau is a maze with no way out. No matter how I go, it is a dead end.

"Heincili..." Cyril closed her eyes, and a name rolled in her throat.

He lost to him, lost the life of half the earth.

The elf's proud heart seemed to be pierced by a knife soaked in poison, and he was extremely angry, as if he had been stripped naked and thrown on the street, ashamed and embarrassing.

"But..." Cyril opened his eyes again and looked at Batman, with a cold but bright smile on his lips, "I still have a way, maybe I can save the remaining half of the people on Earth."

This sentence can only be regarded as a reluctant consolation.

"I will transform into a pure energy body and use myself to fill the barrier eroded by the power of the undead." The clothes on Cyril's body suddenly changed into that white robe, which is not stained with any dust. Overcoming their impact and keeping the army of the Lost Legion outside, the more than 30 billion undead left on the earth are nothing but water without a source and trees without roots, and will soon dissipate on their own."

Batman: "We still have Superman."

Cyril turned his back to Zhenglian people, waved his hands, and walked out of the window. His thin back gradually disappeared until it merged with the sunlight. Batman reached out to hold his shoulder, but found nothing.

"I hope you will tell the mages on the earth, and ask them to help me, and use your own way to expel those undead left on the earth quickly, and you must be faster."

Batman followed the direction Cyril left and saw the sunlight outside the window. The light that was originally blocked by the thick clouds broke through and became brighter.

The warm golden color sprinkled on the big bat's pitch-black armor made it a bit dazzling.

In the universe far away, Green Lantern raised his arms and used the energy of the lantern ring to prop up a fragile barrier in front of the earth.

Superman flew to Hal's side, listening to the conversation between Cyril and Batman in the headset, but felt a little empty in his heart.

In fact, the bright elf that he liked very much after only meeting him a few times, will he never see him again?

And those 30 billion people on earth facing the sun, are they destined to become undead?

Clark looked through the thick atmosphere of the earth, then shook his head, remembering the words he said to Cyril, whether it was comfort or promise——

"I'm not dead yet, leave everything to me."

The protective shield propped up by the green light in front was shining brightly, but Clark turned around and flew out of the barrier that Hal had spread with the energy of the light ring.

Superman's blue iris reflected the golden-red solar storm.

In the dark and cold universe, they are like the leaves growing slowly in spring, with clear veins, following the magnetic track left by Vandal in advance, and attacking the earth at the speed of light.

Clark went up to meet him.

He thought that the Kryptonians could absorb the energy of the yellow sun, and the solar storm was just a more violent solar energy.

One inside and one outside, magic and physics.

Cyril will use her life to help the surviving earthlings and leave a spark of hope.

Clark is desperate to use his own body to fight for the right to survive for all people on earth.

Two barriers built with flesh/body protect the earthlings who still know nothing about everything. They continue their studies, work or simply lie on the sofa and play games idly.

Heinshiri calculated everything, and in the end it was still.

Chess is one move.