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

The fire was in full bloom at night, and everyone heard the roar of the war knight as low as a war drum.

Suddenly, a shining silver light flashed past the eyes, like a shooting star across the dark blue sky.

Kuaiyin opened the door, and the metal that was distorted by the explosion of the car engine made a harsh sound. At a place that was too close to be caught by human eyes, the expressionless boy leaned his upper body into the car and saw a man stuck in the car seat. man.

Even though the physical fitness of the war knight was far superior to that of ordinary people, facing this sudden ambush, he was like a trapped beast, temporarily incapacitated.The waist and abdomen were held firmly by the steering wheel, and his hands were bent back strangely, and were firmly nailed to the car seat by a piece of broken glass, with a few strands of crimson blood dripping down his wrists.

In the almost static time, Kuaiyin stretched out his hand without hesitation, and pulled off the ring on the middle finger of the war knight.

The sound of war drums that could shatter eardrums suddenly stopped.

The world smeared with blood was instantly clear, and the people who had been fighting together were stunned, and stood motionless in place, as if the pause button had been pressed.

Charles breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his mind control over Kuaiyin.

And Pietro, who turned around, didn't delay, turned around and sprinted, and returned to Cyril's side in just a blink of an eye.He raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, stretched out his hand like offering a treasure, and spread out his palm facing the elf, on which lay a silver ring embroidered with dark patterns.

Cyril took the ring from Pietro's hand, didn't dare to do more research, and quickly put it back in his backpack.

"Nice job."

He smiled at Pietro, his dark green eyes shone in the darkness, like a lakeside deep in the forest at night, deep and penetrating.

Pietro rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.

The most important step of the plan has succeeded so easily.

The elf with keen hearing could even hear Batman, who had been silent in the channel, let out a sigh of relief.

But within a few seconds of the handover between the two, the situation outside suddenly changed.

A more violent explosion sounded again, and the tasteful classic car exploded from the inside to the outside, the metal body was torn apart, and the fragments flew far away following the powerful shock wave, and the flames followed the gasoline flowing from the damaged cylinder. Spreading, burning blazingly, distorting and distorting the air, causing a mess in the field of vision.

Cyril pushed aside the dense bushes spawned by magic, and looked outside.

The war knight crawled out of a pile of ruins after the explosion, his clothes were still burning.

Cyril immediately waved his staff, and the two tree giants lying in ambush on both sides of the street immediately pulled out their legs from the mud, shook the leaves on their bodies, and dragged their heavy steps towards the war knight.

But it was Batman who reacted first. He jumped down from the lighthouse of Arkham Asylum, and swung the bat dart in his hand towards the war knight as if he didn't want money.

The special material and pattern enable the batarang to effectively reduce the noise generated by friction with the air and increase the speed, making them come and go without a trace in the dark, which is simply a sneak attack weapon.

But before the bat dart landed on the war knight, an amazing scene happened.

The metal fragments produced by the vehicle explosion seemed to have life, as if attracted by a magnet, they were attracted to the War Knight from all directions, and then quickly aggregated, deformed, and reshaped.

The bat dart hit it, making a crisp sound of metal colliding, and then landed at the feet of the war knight.

Xi Ruier raised his eyebrows, raised his hand and shot a icy arrow, aiming at the opponent's eyebrows.

But it was still too slow. When the Frostbolt arrived, it was doomed to be in vain. The war knight was already fully armored, even his face was covered with a metal mask, and even his eyes were only slightly exposed.

On the streets of humans, under the moonlight at nine o'clock in the evening, a knight riding a dark red ghost horse shook the spear/gun in his hand, pointed the tip of the gun at Batman who was still gliding in the air, and threw it hard .

Cyril reacted quickly, instinctively used the Frostfall technique, landed on the weapon of the war knight, and successfully slowed down the speed of the spear/spear.

But still fast.

In the air with no point of focus, Batman exerted strength from his waist and abdomen, flexibly twisted his body, and unexpectedly avoided the blow, but the cloak was pierced, and his whole body was brought down to the ground by the huge force inertia of the spear/gun.

Before landing, he rolled over with his head in his arms, and the impact of the landing was removed, and the cloak was also torn to pieces, leaving a piece of it hanging pitifully behind him.

Cyril looked at the angel who was still in a state of dementia: "Why are the war knights so powerful, and the famine knights are so disgusting after being taken away from the ring?"

Cassidio wrinkled his nose and replied seriously: "Because the famine knight's runaway state is hunger, and the war knight's runaway state is berserk..."

Cyril shook her head and didn't interrupt him again.

The elf closed his eyes, commanded the two tree giants who had just arrived at the scene to wave their arms, and slammed down heavily on the war knight.

The leaves fell rustlingly, and the trunk that could only be surrounded by three or four adult men with their arms fell, and even the sound of the wind became heavy, but the war knight stood still, not avoiding it.The tree trunk met his raised arm, and after the loud bang, it actually split in response, and the sawdust shattered by the opponent's tyrannical force flew all over the sky, obscuring his vision.

Pietro was stunned. He turned his head and said to Cyril, "He's not much different from Thor and Hulk..."

Cyril frowned: "It's hard to say, his power should not only come from the flesh."

Cassidio stood silently behind the two, took the Angel Blade out of the pocket of the windbreaker, and wiped gently along the blood groove.

Although the elf couldn't see the situation at the scene, he could feel that the tree giant's situation was very bad.Finally, he gritted his teeth and gave the order to continue the attack.

At the same time, he also quietly sent a distress signal to Tony, hoping that Hulk would come to support him.

The only one among them who can face the war knight face to face is the princess of Paradise Island. At this time, she and Nightwing are still entangled by the lunatics of Arkham Asylum.

As a mage, Cyril was instinctively afraid of being bumped by a melee knight. Experience told him that such a situation could easily be taken away by the opponent.

Now they can only use the tree giants to entangle the war knights. While commanding, Cyril frantically spawned plants in the green belt, hoping to use them to delay time.

At the same time, Batman was not idle, he missed a hit, he did not choose to rush up, but took advantage of the opportunity when the war knight was entangled, jumped onto the bat fighter that had been invisible and hovered in mid-air, and started the manual control mode .

Under the control of the owner, the fighter plane with smooth lines quickly climbed to a height of 100 meters in mid-air with only one second of warm-up time, and at the same time activated the fire control system.

The precision-guided miniature missile sprang out from the belly of the plane, drew a few short arcs in the sky, circled behind the War Knight, and slammed into it head-on.

The smell of gunpowder and gunpowder explosion rushed into the nostrils instantly, and Cyril couldn't help but sneezed loudly.

When he was hit, the War Knight happened to be entangled by the vine commanded by Cyril. Before he could break free, he was blasted by a cannonball and landed on the ground several hundred meters away. He slid for a while before stopping .

At the same time, Cyril and Batman cooperated tacitly, and sharp ice clusters rose from the ground, trying to freeze the war knight.

The owner was screamed by the flying ghost horse, and then ran out with hooves. He picked up the spear thrown by the war knight just now, and sent it to the owner in a hurry.

The hit part of the War Knight's armor was deeply sunken, and a thick layer of ice formed on the outside. His movement speed slowed down significantly. He got up from the ground and took the spear from the mount. , with a gloomy face shaking, his eyes fixed on the dark fighter plane in the sky.

"Come down," his vocal cords vibrated in a low voice, and his throat seemed to be burning with raging anger, "Batman, fight me like a warrior."

What answered him was Batman's enhanced alloy machine/gun and Cyril's sword of light elements piercing from top to bottom.

Bronze-colored bullet casings fell from the sky with a clatter, and the bright elements flew across the air, leaving graceful traces of dissipation. The beauty of magic and technology was harmoniously combined at this time, making it hard to move your eyes away.

At least Quicksilver is like this, Pietro is gearing up and is ready to rush out to join the battle.

But Cyril immediately pressed his shoulder.

The elf mage who still had enough energy turned his head. The tree branches cast mottled shadows on his face, and flickered with the fire outside. The two elf ears were translucent by the moonlight, with a delicate and flexible texture. .

Pietro held his breath, feeling as if he was watching some holographic magic or fairy tale movie.

"You have nothing to do now?"

Pietro: "I want to fight him too..."

Cyril was distracted and said to him: "Since the influence of the War Knights has been removed, you might as well rescue the hostages taken by other lunatics in Arkham now, so that Wonder Woman and Nightwing can quickly clean up the situation."

Pietro pursed his lips, obviously a little emotional: "You always let me do these underhand jobs, but now I'm not! I'm already a mature superhero!"

Cyril was a little helpless: "Hey, stop making trouble. You know that saving the hostages is the best thing that only you can do now."

After Pietro was praised, the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up slightly.

However, the elf who went too far at the next moment suddenly put on a straight face, and said blankly: "Why don't I call Flash to help? You know, he is much faster than you."

The angry Pietro snorted, and then disappeared from Cyril's sight.

After assigning the mission, Cyril was finally able to deal with the War Knight with all his strength.

Few people in the world can survive 10 minutes under the combined blow of the legendary wizard and the Dark Knight of Gotham-even though Batman doesn't kill people.

But war knights are clearly not individuals.

Under a violent bombardment, he actually got up from the ground again.

And taking advantage of the cover of fire and gunpowder smoke, he threw the spear in his hand in the direction of Cyril.

Cyril, who thought that Batman had attracted all the hatred points of the war knight, had been steadily outputting long-distance output. This time, before he could react, he heard a short and sharp whistle coming from the air next to his ear, and he was long / A gun pierces through the chest.

The elf was still standing on the ground, his waist leaned back, the dark red spear pierced his upper body, pinning his whole body firmly to the ground, his light and slender body was like a bird being hunted, struggling weakly few times.

The ice ring around him that was used to defend against external attacks had been shattered, but it managed to block part of it for him. Although the blood bar had bottomed out, the mage did not die on the spot.

Cassidio was completely stunned.

Watching the elf not move, just open a pair of beautiful, empty eyes, pale lips, and vacant eyes.

Cassidio stretched out his hand and waved in front of the other party: "Are you dead?"

Cyril felt that his body was almost split in two. The blood that surged up from his body was stuck in the blood vessels. He wanted to cough but couldn't move. The severe pain was transmitted to the brain along the nerves, making his eyes black.

"You..." Cyril struggled to hold the handle of the gun on her chest, "help me."

Cassidio scratched his head: "How can I help you?"

Cyril was as angry as a gossamer: "Pull me..."

Cassidio snorted, without a moment's hesitation, stood in front of Cyril, grabbed his arm, and quickly pulled it out.

The gun barrel in the elf's body was pulled out, and the clogged blood spurted out, and Cassidio standing in front was drowned by Cyril's blood.

Cyril lying on the ground: "..."

Although his condition is very bad and painful, but looking at Cassidio's appearance, he actually wants to laugh.

This time he didn’t ask him to speak. Casidio, who already had experience, reached into the pocket of Ciriel’s clothes and took out two bottles of blood recovery potion the length of his thumb. He uncorked the bottle and smelled it, then gave Ciriel All poured in.

Cyril endured the severe pain and swallowed the potion that tasted like ink into his stomach. He felt that his wounds were slowly healing, and his health gradually returned to normal levels.

And without the shackles of Cyril, the situation of Batman outside has become dangerous.

The war knight was riding a red horse, and the ghostly horse that exuded ominous blood stepped heavily on the ground. Where the horse's hoof fell, the asphalt ground cracked around it, and it bounced high with the reaction force, carrying its owner upwards. leap.

Batman noticed this situation for the first time, and quickly pulled the joystick to dodge. The fighter plane drew a 180-degree arc to the right in the air.

But like a shell, the heavy body of the war knight in heavy armor grazed the left wing of the Bat fighter, and ruthlessly tore it off.

The sophisticated fighter suddenly lost its balance and spun in mid-air.

Seeing the war knight mount his horse again after landing, Batman decisively opened the cabin and abandoned the fighter plane, wanting to repeat the same trick.

The iron-gray eyes hidden under the mask of the war knight showed a fierce and crazy smile. He tilted his head and said, "The so-called guardian of Gotham is nothing but a coward."

Batman didn't respond to him at all, but used the rope to jump around between street lights and buildings next to the street, avoiding the attack.

Thinking he had dealt with the annoying mage, the war knight mounted a red horse and pursued Batman.

During the jumps, dodges and counterattacks, Bruce, wrapped in Batman's armor, felt that his physical strength was almost exhausted.The three hours of high-intensity combat and the sense of exhaustion caused by blood loss made him walk on the edge of a dangerous knife. It seemed that as long as there was one more attack, he would be completely hit and lose his combat effectiveness.

Suddenly, Batman stopped in his tracks.

And the war knight who felt baffled also stopped his movements.

Batman stood on the top of a low building, silent. The two looked at each other through their masks, and they both saw madness in each other's eyes. The dim and gloomy moonlight made their shadows slender and distorted. .

"You want to kill me, don't you?" Batman asked.

The war knight mocked: "Why, do you want to surrender and beg for mercy?"

Batman didn't respond to his provocation, but raised his hand silently, and took off his cloak, then the armor on his upper body, the dark gold belt, black leggings and combat boots.

After everything was done, a Batman appeared on the roof wearing only a soft training suit, defenseless except for his cat ear mask.

"If you want to kill me, then throw away all your weapons and protection and fight me."

His voice was as low as ever.

But I could hear people's blood rushing up.

"Prove who is the coward who relies on external forces." Batman continued.

The war knight suddenly burst out laughing.

Afterwards, the armor that was tightly attached to his body cracked into pieces again, and fell to the ground with a clatter. The war knight snapped his fingers, and the loyal ghost horse ran away with small steps, and his figure gradually faded away. until finally disappearing into the air.

Now, both of them are without weapons.

"You are worthy to be my enemy." The war knight clenched his fists.

The next second, he raised his arm and unpretentiously swung his fist at Batman.

But what is surprising is that Batman, who had just threatened to hold a fair duel between knights with him, avoided his fist, lowered his body and rolled out suddenly, and at the same time took out a pocket pocket from nowhere. transmitter, aimed at him.

The war is once again angry.

But before he could react, a huge thing fell from the sky and sat down.

A green, hot thing that weighs several tons.

It's Hulk.

Cyril got out of the half-person tall grass in the green belt, touched the grass clippings on the tip of his nose, and put away the portal in midair.

Just under his command, Hulk passed through the portal and landed precisely on the head of the war knight.

The originally high-spirited war knight lost the protection of his armor and was thrown into a daze by the Hulk. Before he could react at this time, he was beaten by the huge fist of the Hulk so that he couldn't get up.Then he finally managed to parry Hulk's attack, and while covering his head with his arms, he staggered up from the deep pit on the ground.

"Lock him!" Cyril yelled at Hulk.

Hulk roared dissatisfied: "Don't command me at will, weak elf!"

Although he said so in his mouth, Hulk still swooped from behind the war knight, using all four limbs, and locked him firmly.

Batman raised the needle launcher in his hand, narrowed his left eye slightly, and keenly seized the opportunity to shoot out enough neurotoxin to paralyze a whale.

Right in the chest of the war knight.

The other party's coat had been burned long ago. At this time, the needle barrel was blown by the wind, and the other party's thick chest hair fluttered in the wind.

In the end, Casidio, who flashed in front of the war knight, completed the final blow. He pierced the war knight's neck with the sharp blade made in heaven.

Finally, War closed his eyes and fell down.

The author has something to say: War Knight is not so powerful in the original work of Evil Force, I strengthened him!pride.jpg