Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

If the average person tells you that he has a good news and a bad news, it is most likely that he has brought a bad news and a worse news.

But if a lunatic tells you that he has good news and bad news, then maybe there is really good news and bad news, because lunatics are just mad, and they generally don't lie to people.

So Cyber ​​thought for a moment and then said,

"Talk about the bad first."

The clown pressed his cheek with his left hand and licked his lips with his tongue sticking out. "The bad news is that they have escaped from prison. They intend to return to Gotham to give you and your loved ones a nice look!"

Cyber ​​glared at him,

"What kind of bad news? Do they want me to kill them again?"

The clown spread his hands and shrugged.

"Anyway, according to my understanding, this is bad news, but in between you are a lunatic, so I don’t care about you. Here is the good news. The good news is that Mephisto can’t come back in a short time, follow me. According to the news, the opening time of the Supreme Master’s mirror prison is generally in a hundred years, so we don’t need to worry about the big devil to seek revenge for at least 100 years!"

Cyber ​​pursed his lips,

"Um... this sounds good, but I am curious. How do you know so much about the Supreme Master? It stands to reason that you, a newly appointed Devil Warden, have not had so much time to inquire about these news? "

"Because I have a special channel, well, I don't need to say more about these."

The clown was obviously reluctant to waste too much time on this topic. He rubbed his hands excitedly, "I can't wait to go back to Gotham, there is where I should be, and my little bat...Aha Haha, I will build a small **** there, so that every evil soul can be quickly reproduced in this world, so it is fun to play, it is really good to die... there are so many more Things to play, this is great!"

After he finished speaking, he stood up, took out the contract of San Van Gonzaga, and unfolded it. At the moment when the scroll was unfolded, the sky of the entire San Van Gonzal town turned into a dark color, somehow. The gusty winds that came soon completely transformed a place occupied by the undead into what it should be.

Cyber ​​stood beside the clown, and his eyes could even see the changes in the edge of the town, the souls hiding in the dark, the souls that had been tortured for 200 years, and the clown tearing the scroll For a moment, appeared in this dark sky in various ways.

"The residents of San Van Gonzá! The people who signed the contract with the devil!"

"Come on, appear in front of me in accordance with the requirements of this unbreakable contract!"

The clown opened his arms and shouted in the dark storm.

"Come on! Appear in front of me, TheJoker!"

One by one black souls were suspended in the square in front of the clown. At this moment, the undead who were drawn by the power of the soul rolled up a cold wind, and they seemed to want to vent their grievances for more than 200 years. When 1000 undead gathered When they were together, the storm they rolled up was enough for any ordinary person to freeze to death instantly.

"Humph! Be quiet!"

Cyber ​​holding the knife snorted, the magma-like halo gleamed in his eyes, and his dark red eyes swept across the square in front of him, like a monster with a big mouth of blood. Quiet the crying souls.

The clown coughed slightly, and he stepped forward, holding the contract in his hand,

"Introduce yourself, I'm a clown, you can call me a clown, or Mr. Clown, don't call me freaks and lunatics, I will be very unhappy, there is only one thing that tells you to come out now, I want to discuss with you! "

He shook the contract text in his hand,

"I heard that you have been trapped in this place where the bird does not **** for more than 200 years? What a pity... I give you a chance now, follow me, we go to another place, one is more prosperous, more beautiful, better, but also Darker, more depraved, and uglier, I will use your strength to unfold a miniature **** there, but I will not kill you, nor will I wear away your sanity...I will even give you...freedom! "

As soon as the word appeared, the souls deterred by Cyber ​​started screaming again. Their minds had been almost wiped out in a long time, but the desire for freedom was deeply engraved in their bones. It even caused a commotion.

"Okay, be quiet, you poor peasants! Just limited freedom! I will not let you run around and eat the souls of other people, but I will give you a single week off for three years. There are 7 days of annual leave, yes, for those badass souls, I will not stop you from eating it. After all, you also need to be supplied, but! All these good conditions are conditional!"

The clown's voice paused. He glanced at the undead, and he shouted,

"That is, you can't leave Gotham! Until my consciousness is completely erased, nothing can!"

"Buzz"

A buzzing of souls sounded, which seemed to be a way of communication between souls. Cyber ​​didn't understand it, and he didn't want to understand it, but the clown could, he had been a prison officer for 4 years. The fire was perfect, and he answered the questions of the undead who had no consciousness one by one.

"No! Not imprisonment, but another place, a bigger place!"

"How old? Hey, man, are you stupid, how big is a city?"

"Oh, forget, you are old antiques from 200 years ago...Let me think about it! Quiet! Let me think about it!"

The clown was made big by these problems. He yelled, and a huge horror ghost appeared in the back of his body, with a bone balance in one hand, and a sorcery lamp in the other hand. A painted skull.

This is probably the power that the clown got in hell. It’s not worth mentioning to the current cyber. He can use a little effort to ignite the evil in this ghost and burn him to death, but he doesn’t Will do this, but the ability of the demon warden is a huge pressure on these ordinary undead, they immediately quieted down.

The clown scratched his head and thought about it, and gave these undead a vague answer,

"Uh, Gotham probably... well, one-tenth the size of this desert! Yes, one-tenth of the entire desert. If you count the suburbs and surrounding satellite cities, you can account for five of the desert. One-fifth!"

He originally thought that this answer would dissatisfy those dead souls, but the next moment, the first dead soul rushed into the body of the clown, then the second, the third, and finally, the 1000 souls In a dark storm-like form, the influx of clowns madly flowed in.

It lasted for 3 minutes. After the last soul entered his body, the ruins of San Van Gonzaga, which persisted for more than 200 years in time, instantly turned into sand. These dead souls maintained their homes in their memories with their own strength. But now that they have a better place, they can naturally be abandoned.

The clown stood on the spot, shaking his body, holding 1000 undeads at a time was a big burden for him. It was not until 5 minutes later that he barely recovered his ability to move. He turned his head to look at Cyber, his eyes It has become completely black, and there are two dark bat wings behind him, which are blurry and distorted, but the power of the clown itself has increased by at least 10 times.

If he wanted to fight with Cyber, Cyber ​​estimated that it would take a lot of effort to get rid of it.

"Uh, these earth buns, in their world view, one-fifth of the desert is as big as the whole world. I knew it was so easy. Where do I need to say so much? It's really ugly."

The clown waved weakly towards Cyber,

"I'm going back to Gotham, bye."

"Can you go back?"

Cyber ​​looked at his staggering footsteps and asked with some concern, "Will the exorcist get killed halfway?"

"Hello, is there a limit for underestimating people?"

The clown fiercely pointed his **** towards Cyber. "I'm not weaker than the stupid witch demon now. I'll go find your dad's soul when I go back. I promise you will do it. I I hope you can do what you promised me!"

"Do not!"

Cyber ​​waved his hand, took a cigar from his pocket and drew it on his mouth, lit it with a silver lighter, took a deep breath, and said to the clown,

"Daddy is a little rude, but he is actually a sincere believer...so don't go to him and let him return to the embrace of his "Lord", that is the real happiness for him, I Talking about other people..."

He carefully took out the souls of Kevin and Sergey from his arms and handed them to the clown,

"Their body is in Central City, you run for me first... Before you leave, I have three questions to ask you... I hope you can answer me honestly!"

"How did you do all this?"

Cyber ​​looked at the clown. "I don't think you are a temporary intent. Although this is very much like your style, I hope to hear the truth!"

The clown scratched his head a bit hard,

"Uh, you know, I don't like plans very much. I naturally like to inquire about other people's plans, try to figure out their plans, disturb their plans, and use their plans... Then one day, I will go from witchcraft. I heard his whispering there... And then I thought about the rumors I heard about the Supreme Master... Then... Mephisto's plan was not known to the Supreme Master... I probably had bad luck. ."

"It really was your leak!"

Cyber's eyes narrowed, "I'll say, how can you serve Mephisto willingly, a guy like you can actually become his best employee..."

"No no no! Hush!"

The clown raised his finger to his mouth, "Hush! Don't talk nonsense, I'm not the kind of person who leaks, but... you know, I am very simple, I always like to talk to myself, in my heart I can’t hide my secrets anymore, I always like to find someone to share... I swear, it’s not that I leaked my boss’ plan to the Supreme Master, oh my god... someone like Gu Yi, she saw me directly on the first side Strangle!"

"Okay, okay, the second question... why are you doing this?"

Cyber ​​asked again, this question left the clown stunned. He scratched his hair and said suspiciously,

"Why? What is the reason? Do I need a reason to do things?"

An evil smile spread on his face,

"Hi, man, I just wanted to do that, so I did that, I said I would play eternally with the little bat until his will and bottom line were completely broken! You really thought this **** was for me Built? No no no! I’m dead!"

The clown patted his chest, "The dead will never die again! But the living will not necessarily live forever... This is for the little bat, I want him to live forever! Until he is willing to admit to me what he did Everything is shit! Everything he insisted on is meaningless until he admits himself that he is a lunatic! And until that day comes, this **** will continue to reincarnate... Hush, this secret, don’t tell the little bat~ "

Cyber ​​could not understand this attachment, but he didn't have to understand it either. He shook his head and closed his eyes slightly.

"The last question, can I believe you?"

He opened his eyes, his dark red eyes and the ring of flames ignited like magma, jumping in his eyes. This is the last question and the most important question that determines whether the clown can get out of this place today. .

Faced with those dangerous eyes, the clown did not fear, defend, or resist. He just spread his hands and said indifferently,

"As long as you don't disturb me and his game...you can believe me! After all, between you and me, except that you killed me once and I blasted you to death, there wasn't any hatred, right?"