Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Gold coins, this currency is active in the two thirds of human civilization, until before entering the new era, this ancient currency is still in circulation, but now, it is convenient and easy to use The flower head paper replaces this precious metal for circulation, and the gold coins are reduced to ancient objects chased by collectors.

But you need to remember that when something is given a special meaning, it actually no longer represents itself. For example, this gold coin thrown out by this young man is very different.

That may not be called a gold coin, because it has no fixed patterns on both sides. The bartender picked up the coin and saw a painful wailing face, which almost condensed all human beings. Despair and pain, on the other side, is a very peaceful face, which seems to represent all the happiness of mankind.

The bartender put it on his mouth and blew it, then put it on his ear, the reverberating painful moaning and howling, a faint smile on his decayed face.

"I haven't seen such a good thing in years...pure soul gold coins."

There was a fascination on the bartender's face, and he straightened his body and bowed his head slightly towards the young man.

"So what can I do for you? Generous guests."

"Open the passage and help me hide the old man."

The guest whispered, "I said, I want to find some old friends to "come up.""

The bartender shrugged, picked up a sharp knife from the next table, and squeezed his eyes at the guest.

"It's my duty to open the channel, but conceal? No, no, I can't conceal those great existences, and looking at this gold coin, the old man has noticed you. You better move faster."

"puff"

He skillfully thrust a knife into his heart, and grinned hard at the guest, fell to the ground, his soul floated into the air, and was eaten by a large invisible mouth, this young guest's face The expression on his face became cold, and he turned to look at the quiet locomotive family.

"My name is Blake Hart Mephistopheles"

He whispered that the voice had a special magnetic, which made the locomotives who had entered a state of tension because of the bartender's suicide felt a little confused, "You can call me "Witch Heart Demon", er, forget it, This name is so unpleasant, call me "His Royal Highness", I prefer this title."

"You... what did you do to old George?"

A guy next door tattooed with a devil, wearing a black hood and a full beard, wearing a black motorcycle jacket stood up, waved a beer bottle in his hand, and shouted,

"Damn it, I don't care what your name is! Why did you TM kill old George?"

"Human...rude guy."

Wu Xin Mo said contemptuously, he didn't lower his voice at all. This sentence undoubtedly made a dozen locomotives in the bar feel humiliated. They stood up in unison and walked in the direction of Blake, The latter didn't panic, he just looked at the pattern on the arm of the strong man with doubts on his face.

"Wait, it's tattooed next door. Is that a devil?"

The strong man glanced at his tattoo, he sneered,

"This is the legendary Mephisto, the great devil who collects souls. His power is as strong as me. Are you afraid? Miscellaneous!"

"No no no!"

Wu Xin Mo shook his head and said seriously and seriously, "Mefisto's rank is the Great Demon King, he is a part of the world's balance, the symbolic meaning is not blasphemy, there is no such name as the Great Devil in us, and Not responsible for collecting souls, that is the responsibility of the wardens under his command. He prefers to travel in various forms to travel the world and time. If I remember correctly, the old man’s favorite time to stay is the Middle Ages Rome in the Renaissance!"

The young man adjusted his clothes,

"And your strength is too weak, not even one tenth of ten million in Mephisto, and finally... Mephisto is not that long, it's ugly."

The locomotives in these words were speechless. The strong man who first started the battle felt that he was underestimated and humiliated. He reached out and grabbed Blake's collar violently, said viciously,

"Have you seen him? Do you know what he looks like? You little **** raised by Biaozi!"

"I've seen it! Many times..."

Blake's eyes became cold. He opened his hands and said softly, "As far as I know, tattoos in the human world represent the worship and pursuit of something. Are you worshiping the devil?"

"Then bow down to the real devil prince!"

"boom"

The dark green flame ignited Blake’s body at this moment, tearing up his disguised human appearance, and showing the real him in front of these already scared locomotive tribes. They raised their heads and looked up hard. The terrifying existence that emerged from the flames showed a fatal and hot smile on the twisted ghost face.

"Now... do you know what the devil looks like?"

"Come on, give your soul!"

More than ten minutes later, in a quiet cross-border bar, Blake was sitting comfortably at the table and drinking wine. The wooden door was pushed away by a breeze, and the group of figures wrapped in the wind turned around Blake. After a few laps, he finally fell beside him, and turned into a guy with big hair and a messy head.

"Salute to you, His Royal Highness!"

This guy stooped and bowed in a strange way, his voice seemed to be mixed with thousands of winds, full of a sense of erratic,

"Thank you for saving me from that **** clown's prison, but I am puzzled, you need me to come to this weak world to do for you?"

His Highness Blake waved his hand, beckoning him to be quiet,

"Wilder, Wind Demon, wait a moment, we still have companions to come, I sacrificed a dozen souls not just to call you one."

"La La La La"

The sound of the water flow also sounded at this moment, and the water flow that appeared out of nowhere quickly gathered in the air to become a wet man. He glanced at Wilde and Blake, and he whispered,

"His Royal Highness, your loyal Walter comes to report!"

Finally, the ground swelled, and endless sand and dirt gathered on the ground, and eventually became a khaki puppet, and quickly turned into a bald guy wearing a brown leather jacket, he was the rudest, he sat in a chair Go up, reach for Blake's glass, and drink the wine out of it.

"Sol is coming... let's say, what do you want me to do?"

"Everyone is here, okay, okay."

His Highness Blake reached out and let everyone sit down. He put his hands on the table, and his black eyes looked at everyone.

"I have a plan! I killed the border guard and came to this world because I knew some secrets of the old man. After the **** clown came, our days were not easy, so I plan to rebuild one in this world. Small **** on earth, completely get rid of that **** old man!"

"Oh, the Supreme Master will not let us mess up. His Royal Highness, you do not know how powerful the Supreme Master is. Your father dare not compete with her in this world!"

A proud fear appeared on the face of Thor, and he whispered, "Unless you are sure to persuade the Supreme Master, I will not follow you in disorder, annoying her in this world, but annoying your father. Terrible."

"Of course I am prepared!"

Blake didn't seem to worry about this issue. This attitude suddenly focused everyone's eyes on him, and His Royal Highness prince showed a winning smile,

"How many guys ran out of hell? They can all hide in this world, why can't we? The Supreme Master's **** to us will be more terrible than the old man? And as long as I get what I want, I can be promoted to the devil ...Think about it, a demon who can fully release power in this world, even if he can't beat the Supreme Master, it is enough to win us some freedom..."

There was a little helplessness on his handsome evil face,

"Freedom? Ha ha, we bad guys will actually crave this kind of thing."

Wind Demon Lord Erde and Ink Walter glanced at each other, and finally said by the darker water demon,

"It sounds good, but I really want to know, what do you want?"

"Santa Van Gonzaga Pact!"

The devil prince said softly, "The old man signed a contract with 1,000 evil souls 200 years ago. As long as I get it and devour the 1000 evil spirits, I can fully grasp the power of the fire of hell, as long as we do not take the initiative to return to hell. In this world, the old man would never stop us!"

"Witch Demon! Get out of here!"

An old voice rang outside the door. The bodies of the four people in the room suddenly stiffened. Blake gritted his teeth, stood up, rushed out of the door, and saw the old man standing on the sand with a skull and cane. Mephistopheles, or Mephisto, the devil.

"Ah, great father... why do you have time to jump out of your **** time node to visit your unskilled son?"

His Highness Blake said sarcastically, "Doesn't I, the Prince of Devil, even have the power to pursue a little personal space?"

"Of my children, you are the least worrying one!"

Mephisto's face was full of anger, and there was no more peace when talking to Cyber. The walking stick in his hand jogged on the ground. He looked at the devil prince in front of him.

"How dare you come to this world as an entity? Are you crazy? The ancient one needs one finger to crush you completely!"

"But in this world, at least I don't have to worry about the discipline from my great father, do I?"

The devil prince lost all his demeanor at this moment, he gritted his teeth, the black evil patterns on his face began to spread wantonly, he stared at his father,

"Let you set those rules, hell! I'm free! I will build my human **** here, and I will one day return to my hometown, and I will bury you completely! You are old, Mephisto , You have lost your former ambitions, willing to nest in **** and steal life! I am not you!"

"I... won't be you!"

"Oh, those guys who don't know how to steal lives are already dead..."

Mephisto looked at his child, and he whispered, "Zeus used to have the same idea as you, but the collapse of Mount Olympus destroyed by the fire and rain buried everything about him. What is the power of the Nine Kingdoms? Powerful, not finally forced to shrink to Asgard! Blake, you don’t know what kind of power you are challenging... The ancient Megatron has been around for thousands of years, you don’t even know what Call despair! You poor child."

"Are you sure you want to do it?"

He asked.

Blake gritted his teeth, "I'm sure!"

"Very well, let me solve this trouble by myself before Gu Yi arrives!"

A magma-like flame ignited in Mephisto's eyes, but Prince Blake laughed,

"You who came with a weak carrier can bully ordinary people, but in this world, you are not my opponent! Damn old man!"

"I really can't do it myself, but in this world, my warriors and my knights will bury all your ambitions, witchcraft, and I will wait for your desperate return in hell! You will be imprisoned in **** for 1000 Years, to punish your arrogance!"

"Then let them come!"

Two dark green flame bat wings spread behind Blake, he gritted his teeth,

"Let them come! I will bury them! And then bury you!"

"Oh... naive!"

Mephisto finally glanced at his child, he shook his head, turned and wandered into the wilderness, and finally disappeared, his last voice came into the ear of the devil prince,

"Finally give you a piece of advice, no matter what you want to do... Don't, provoking, Gu Yi before that day arrives!"