[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

In the cockpit of the plane, Steve and the Red Skull started a fight.

Both sides are human soldiers whose physical performance has been strengthened, and the other party even has a better understanding of the environment here. They fought each other several times in the cockpit, but no victory or defeat was seen.

Steve staggered, was swept on the dashboard by his fist, turned on the communicator with a backhand, panted for a few seconds and then quickly dodged, blocking John Schmidt's second attack with the vibrating gold shield. attack.

"I never understood, Captain."

The other party said in that strange voice mixed with inexplicable enthusiasm: "Why are you still embracing the old human beings and refusing to let go?"

"What the hell are you defending? Think about your ridiculous title. Are you fighting for a country that once massacred Indians? For honor?"

His fists fell with one sentence after another: "If you know a little bit more about world history, you can understand that there is not an inch of land on this earth that has not been polluted by war except the Antarctic, even without us. There will be other humans doing exactly the same thing - and obviously, now there is an opportunity to bring humanity to a whole new level, an opportunity for existing humans to move forward in the direction of God!"

Human life is too short.

The soul is weak and fragile, and this fragility has become one of the sources of power to fight with each other. This kind of too short life can't catch anything, and it's not even efficient as a burning magic material.And a long lifespan will completely change the existence form of this creature, becoming like a goblin, a god, or a higher-dimensional existence.

"You are missing an opportunity to become a god!"

Schmidt raised his gun and hit Steve's shield with three rounds, and Steve rushed forward while the opponent was reloading, and an over-the-shoulder throw knocked him to the ground.

"If that price is killing the vast majority of people in this world—"

Steve stared at him fiercely, and the strength of the two of them hinged together, refusing to give in to each other: "What qualifications do you have to decide the fate of human beings in this world?"

"What's the point of that kind of stuff?"

The other party rebuked angrily without hesitation, and as soon as the words fell, he was punched on the cheek.They used the most primitive means to fight together, simply and brutally punched each other, and the impact caused by the quadruple physical strength caused the cabin of the plane to shake a few times.

—Because humans are not "not worth caring about" creatures at all, Steve thought.

Because from the very beginning, that person's eyes can completely reflect his own shadow.They used to wander the streets and alleys of Brooklyn, taking the place of Mr. Crawley to solve those "gang disputes" with some youthful spirit, and they also used to wait at the door of the bakery in advance, just for the freshly baked fluffy that day heat.

Because the non-existent story is called "The Adventures of Rogers", this story has existed since before the appearance of Captain America. Three warriors set out on the journey hand in hand, and agreed to end this protracted war together.

"You really don't understand anything."

With a pitiful expression, Steve swung his arm vigorously and smashed the vibrating gold round shield down.

Golden magic power gushes out from the deep well.

Even if all this has nothing to do with hearing or sound waves, Lindell and James can still feel it, like the sound of cracks popping out of a mirror.Something not of this world is stirring on the other side of the well, and the magic is like an inexhaustible wave, bigger than the most majestic geyser in Yellowstone Park.

The flame sword has been completely liberated, but it will take some time to destroy the magic structure here. The concentration of mana in the air is gradually increasing, even compared to the world where gods and humans lived together 6000 years ago. Time is even more intense.

——If this continues, before he destroys this place, Bucky will die due to the excessive magic power around him.

The huge, wide technique carrier like a football field is slowly operating, and even the surrounding physical laws are being iteratively rewritten little by little.

"You still, get out of here first."

Lindell spoke out with difficulty, gnashing every word between his teeth. Maintaining the full power output of the Flaming Sword has consumed most of his energy, and even his language function and thinking speed have been damaged to a certain extent. : "Take Du and run with them, as far as I can go, I can destroy this place alone... If this continues, the air here will soon become unsuitable for human existence."

"I don't know what you mean by unfit for survival, but I guess a gas mask might help?"

The green-eyed Brooklyn soldier pretended to be calm and smiled at him, stretched out his hand and tugged at the inside of his collar, and put on a rough-looking mask: "It seems that Howard is not here, and our equipment has dropped a step .”

No, none of this makes sense.Although the "atmospheric magic power concentration" is always used, which seems to be the same as carbon monoxide or PM2.5, the magic power itself and these substances in the air are completely different things, just like the fairy town and the human world can exist in the same place. On the surface and inside of the world, the substance of magic power has similar properties to ether, soul and other illusory things.

The accumulation of these things will eventually destroy the precarious balance of the human world.

"I'll try to be as fast as possible..."

Even the magic power that surged from the other side of the deep well and from the Fairy Township can be used for it. The huge beam of light and the flames moving from the flame sword almost engulfed him completely. Lindell worked hard to maintain these two The balance among forces is like a reed swaying in the waves of a tsunami.

Ah, yes, this metaphor... what is it?

I remembered that it was a mathematician in the seventeenth century who said that human beings are the most fragile creatures in the world, like a reed that can think [1]. Now Lindell thinks this metaphor is really appropriate, but even In this way, they are at the same time the most abnormal and toughest things in this world.

He needs to be faster, to catch up with the speed at which the world is gradually cracking, to prevent this tragedy from happening, and to end everything under the blade of the flame sword...

The sense of smell is deprived.

It's like a computer running at full power, gradually giving up less important functions.

——Anyway, it will slowly recover later, so let’s just be willful for once.

The ability to move was blocked, followed by the sense of pain and even the sense of touch. His hearth and brain did not need to process these useless information for the time being, and instead invested all the redundancy on the cracks in this world.

There was a loud noise of electricity coming from the communicator on his head, as if there was about to be a communication connection, but now he had no time to take care of it.His arm was as heavy as a lead weight, but it was uncharacteristically full of strength (Mana). He had indeed exerted the power of the flame sword to the extreme, but he still had no way to suppress the gradually leaking true ether. go back.

With a bang, gunshots sounded around him.

The bullet grazed the sideburns and hit a Wendigo that was about to sneak up. Then, under Lindell's panicked eyes, one of his childhood friends, a young man from Brooklyn with chestnut hair, was struck by the monster's sharp nails on his left chest. run through.

"...Bucky?"

He should have realized it earlier, the concentration of magic power here is too high, it will spontaneously attract these inhuman monsters around, and now that his ability to move is restricted, he can't even help them stop them.

"Don't leave there."

Bucky said, in a barely audible voice, "You still have to..."

Their best sniper fell to the ground, and bright red blood began to ooze from his body. Even in this situation, the opponent still insisted on knocking the trigger to kill the Wendigo completely.

Ah... After being in the army together for so long, he almost forgot this most basic thing.

He could almost hear the snap of the reed.

"—but I can't!"

As if he was finally about to give up, he stared at the other party with his golden eyes and shouted: "I have used almost all of my functions, and the gap is still expanding. I am not like you, who can make things beyond my own limits." matter……"

He was restricted from the beginning, the goblin lacking magic power had a low and narrow ceiling, and was picked up by Crowley when he was unsustainable. There is no way to bring the sword of sworn victory that made King Arthur invincible from Fairy Lake.

Bucky flexed his fingers with difficulty, and even smiled at him forcefully, the wound was throbbing, and the smile that encouraged him was fleeting.

At this time, the communicator, which was originally buckled on the head like a decoration, was suddenly switched on.

"Lindel."

puff.

A familiar voice came from the communicator next to his ear.The other party seemed to have just experienced a hard battle, and the tone of his speech was a little breathless.The other end of the communicator still carries the noise of the aircraft engine, mixed with the current interference of the signal, making the voice of the speech less real.

"...Steve?"

The Red Skull disappeared in the out-of-control magic dress, and the plane was gradually deviated from the flight path, falling slowly towards the glacier...but he still didn't know anything about it.The goblin boy held the flaming sword with a bewildered expression, and maintained the magic power of this magical armor with only instinct: "Bucky is seriously injured, and it will become very troublesome if he is left alone... I I don't know how long humans can live with injuries like this, Steve, I—"

"I know you can save him."

The voice of the other party was still steady, with the calmness that seemed to be able to wipe away all panic as long as the call was still on: "Mr. Aziraphale said that method, so I know what method you want to use... Go ahead and try it."

"He will definitely not agree!"

Lindell cried out in shock: "By that time, he will definitely—"

"You just think that I made a decision for him? So when he should complain, he will only complain about me. "

As soon as the words fell, there was a sharp explosion from the communicator, and Lindell immediately went to ask what happened there, and realized that no matter what happened, he seemed to have no time to intervene to help.

"I have a little problem here."

On the other end of the communicator, the voice of the other party was a little vague: "It may affect my communication equipment here... But your work over there is more important, so try your best first."

The familiar voice paused, and continued to add, "Until the communication was cut off, I could keep listening to... ■■■Your news."

"In fact, it is still very risky, and I don't guarantee that it will succeed."

Lindell whispered: "And..."

Several of Steve's words were mixed with the whistling of electricity. Lindell couldn't hear the exact words clearly, but now he was pressed for time and couldn't afford to think so much, so he could only maintain his figure and hold the sword in one hand. with the other hand trying to reach Bucky who fell on the ground. Mr. Aziraphale is right, the experiment of "goblinization of human beings" can only be a futile attempt from the very beginning, because human beings The soul is like a crispy pancake after it is baked, and it will snap when it withstands the slightest external force.

— provided that, without the help of creatures from the mystical world.

Their bodies floated in mid-air under the surge and push of magic power.

Under the feet is a bottomless well that spews out magical radiance, the gap between the surface and the inside of the world, the hole that appears on the balloon, an accident constructed by human ambition.

The true ether that surged from Fairy Township is the best material. It replaces the damaged human heart layer by layer with a magic furnace core, and recalcines the soul form to undergo a qualitative change. This is the first time in his life that he has made such an extraordinary He obviously has no experience in this matter, but relying on instinct, he is struggling to fill the void in his old friend's chest.

The human soul is a fragile and slender material. If one wants to minimize the damage caused by the transformation of the soul, then correspondingly, the time for qualitative change must be extended as much as possible—for their short life, such a time is really too short. It's long enough.

"Lindell, I'm sorry."

At this moment, Steve suddenly said something inexplicable: "...I'm really sorry that I haven't been by your side at this time."

"I ■■■, Lindell."

The final confession is accompanied by a distorted and sharp whistle of electronic sound.

The time it took for the plane to crash was not as long as imagined.The laws of physics dragged the massive metal mass down to the ground, leaving a fleeting noise in the communicator.At that moment, even if no one came to explain, he vaguely understood what happened on the other side of the half-world.

——Oath (Vow) and swear (Swear) are really different.

The magic power lost control almost instantly, and both of them fell into the bottomless well of light.

"Well, so, at the critical moment, the promoter of the plot, Magic Meili, must appear on the stage—although I want to say that, but there is no audience at all."

Between the slit between the surface and the inside, someone is talking.

"Do you want to go on living, Mr. Barnes?"

Under the white hair, the stranger's lips opened and closed, obviously without making a sound, but the will was directly poured into the soul.The man with violet pupils was happily muttering to himself, while reaching out to hold a bunch of white flowers of the same color as his hair.

"Hmm... even in a completely different form?"

"Anyway, most of the work has already been done spontaneously by that guy, and it's not bad from all angles... It's a waste of time to come here from the World Border Tower."

The half-succubus named Merlin has locked himself in the court of Avalon since the death of King Arthur, and no longer set foot on the surface of the world.The flow of time in the gap is different from that on the outside. Merlin narrowed his eyes and looked at Lindell, and then his brows stretched: "Oh...it looks like I had a bad dream."

"Then, since you gave me half a good story... This gentleman should be kept with me first. After the countdown of the clock is over, he can wake up from Fairy Township again."

Merlin's words paused: "In another capacity."

With a smile that didn't reach his eyes, the man said in that kind of elf's calm tone, "For the remaining half of the story, as an advance payment, let me do some trivial finishing work."

The opponent's wrist snapped, and the tip of the wand was tapped on the ground.

"—Even if the content may be a little bad, this is a once-in-a-lifetime dream."