Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Saibo finally carried another wooden box and walked out of a messy midnight bar with satisfaction.

At midnight, Dad had a painful face on the scroll in his hand. The demon hunting gun was one of the best in all his collections. The consecrated product from hundreds of years ago was constantly infiltrated by the soul of the demon, making the gun grow to a terrible To the point, when you go up to the pure blood angel and down to the purgatory demon, there is no such thing as it can't hurt.

But no matter how powerful the magic hunting gun is, it needs to be viewed from the user's level, that is almost a dead object.

"And this baby..."

The black-faced black man picked up the scroll in his hand, and his eyes were full of intoxication, "It is the future...it is everything!"

Only need to find a suitable soul, or modify his soul a little, he can have the power to make all evil spirits frightened. This kind of scroll written by Mephisto, with the real name of the devil, is a real premium. , It does not need to be exerted by the big devil himself, only need to sign, the power from the crazy vengeful spirit and the fire of **** will awaken actively.

And the best part is that the entire dark magic world now knows that Mephisto is locked up...at least 100 years! Not everyone's soul is as special as Cyber, and can bear the full power of the big devil. Similar to the person at midnight, there are enough methods in his hand to protect his soul from being swallowed up by the devil.

Yes, it only takes a little bit, and the "technical" technique is fine.

In short, this transaction is fairly fair. In fact, midnight is a small profit. Yes, it seems to be a transaction at midnight. It is the exchange of the evil spirit knight contract and the magic gun. As for Konstan Ding's position, it is completely ancillary benefits.

"That shit...hehe."

Scrubbing his chin at midnight, smashing the voodoo emblem in his hand, 10 stiff body, wearing special armor, a voodoo stitch monster with a pale white face appeared in the bar, under his command to clean the surrounding On the ground, he sat on the chair very comfortably, with a greasy smile in the corner of his mouth,

"Constantine, good luck, my miscellaneous friend."

On the other side, wearing a long gray trench coat and a hood, sneaky Constantine was curled up, half kneeling behind a dark, chaotic basement, beside him, there were dozens of similarly dressed people , Zhengshen murmured on his knees and chanted on the ground.

I read neither the scriptures of Buddhism nor the prayers of Christ. Listen carefully. There are some noisy and obscure sounds in my ears. It is a blessing to sing a dark space evil **** called Dormam. Knowing which author of the street to find was written, it is not only mouthful, but also has serious loopholes in many places.

Especially in the eyes of "professionals" like Constantine, this kind of prayer is meaningless, and it is impossible to connect the dark evil **** Dormam, but this is why he came here.

"I said, Constantine, are you sure there is no problem staying here?"

Chas. Chandler, who also wore a gray hood and wrapped all his fat and tufted body in a robe, looked at the confused scene in front of him with horror. This senior taxi driver always felt like he was surrounded by the old My friend is pitted. This scene is not normal.

"Hush"

Pretending to recite the scriptures, Constantine, who was secretly smoking, turned his head and gestured to his only good friend, lowering his voice,

"Don’t be stupid, Chandler, there must be something wrong here, but don’t worry about it, Dormam is coming, the whole of New York will be destroyed, only here is safe... we will stay here until the disaster Go out at the end."

He patted the shoulder of his timid friend,

"Pretend to be a cultist...do you understand? Just pretend! No conflict with your beliefs."

"But, but that Dorma..."

Chandler is a sincere Catholic. He is uncomfortable to stay here. He said with some resistance, "I don't think an evil spirit will shelter my soul. We already believe in God. Should we go to St. John's Church?" "

"Don't go there! I didn't tell you, you can go to any church, don't go to St. John's Church!"

Constantine threw the cigarette **** in his hand on the ground, "There is something in St. John's Church that does not belong to this world! You idiot, I am saving you, you are just an ordinary person, don't blame them. Relationship!"

Between the two people talking, this long and boring prayer finally came to the end. The "priest" standing on the high platform, wearing a weird black robe and holding the bone bone staff in his hand, spread his hands like Shouting like a lunatic,

"Ah, Dormam, the supreme **** who controls darkness and time, will distribute your endless time to us, to your sincere believers, we will pray with soul and flesh, and will dedicate our will to you, please come In this unclean world, use darkness to purify the world. Those who do not believe you will fall into darkness, and those who believe will have eternal life!"

"Sing praise to you, great Dorma!"

He raised his head, the hood slipped slightly, Constantine's eyes widened at this moment, he saw the dark, dry skin around the priest's eyes, he turned his head and scolded,

"Damn it! This is a true believer! The guy who got the blessing of Dommam's power...oops, things are a little troublesome."

"what happened?"

The frightened Chandler couldn't help but wrap his gray hood tightly. It seemed that this could bring him a trace of warmth. He looked nervously at his old friend. He knew that Constantine had something strange. In this aspect of occultism, he is an absolute master.

"Nothing... it might be a bit bad for me."

He tucked a golden coin into Chandler's hands, and added a tone, "When you go to "baptism", hold it tight! It can protect your soul from being corrupted by evil spirits, hell, see Dorma Come to play really."

"Come on, believers, let us welcome two new friends!"

The bone stick in the hand of the mad priest pointed to Constantine and Chandler, who was shrunk behind, so the believers made a way out for the two "new friends", and the priest stood in front of him. There was a tub, but it was not holy water, but a black, sticky, disgusting liquid.

"Come on, accept the blessing of the great **** Dormam!"

This sound fell into Constantine and Chandler's ears like a life-threatening spell, and the most terrible thing was that they were surrounded by dozens of Protestants, and they could not run.

The self-proclaimed **** detective has another set to deal with the devil and ghost, but in the face of these real personal threats, he can do much less.

Under the gaze of the dozens of eyes, the two stiff steps walked towards the blessing stage. The fingers of the dark-eyed priest had been placed in the disgusting thing. It seemed to be preparing to baptize them. Looking at Constantine and the frightened Chandler, he said with a playful smile on his face, said softly,

"Don't be nervous, after the baptism, we are the real brothers, we will bathe in the dark glory of Dormam, come on, and give Sodom the soul!"

Chandler couldn't bear the fear in his heart anymore. He grabbed Constantine's arm and pulled his old friend towards the door behind him, but was surrounded by a group of cultists. Standing stiff and standing in place, his left hand was stretched into his pocket, and when he took it out, he already had a finger tiger engraved with the scriptures of God.

"Let him go!"

The guy shouted, and the priest gave him a disdainful look, "Yes... as long as you give your soul, Constantine, do you think you can hide my lord? Fortunately, the great he needs you now He serves!"

"Give your soul and become a member of us! Constantine, otherwise watch your brother die!"

"No! No! John, run! Leave me alone!"

Chandler was a real old man in his heart. Even in this case, he wanted to let his old friends leave. They grew up together. Chandler was cowardly. Every time Constantine was for him. In his early days, even though he was an adult, he didn't have many friends. He was in a low status and had a hard time living, but Constantine had never changed his friendship with him.

This is enough to make Chandler die in such a moment.

"Go! John! Get out! Leave me alone!"

Chandler's roar made Constantine struggle even more, because of his infamous character and method of doing things, but Chandler didn't care about it, even if he risked being injured, he had to use his own clumsy methods to help he.

Constantine really wanted to help his old friend avoid the impending disaster this time, but unexpectedly, his bad luck broke out again and fell into this difficult situation.

But his hesitation did not last long.

"boom"

The big iron gate of this dim gathering place was kicked from the place by terrible force, whistling and hitting the unbelieving cultists in the rear, killing 5, 6 on the spot, a bunch of people were injured, screaming and The **** smell turned the already chaotic basement into a hell-like slaughterhouse in an instant.

The rest of the people cast their gazes behind them, Constantine and Chandler did the same, so they saw the dust flying, a tall figure carrying two wooden boxes took a step from the dark stairs Step into the gathering of evil spirits.

He had a silver twisted ghost face, and his eyes under the armor flashed a dark red light, beating in the darkness like a flame.

Constantine's body shuddered abruptly, and the subconscious was about to flee. Cyber's left hand stretched out to the back, holding a cold thing, and pulled it out without looking at it, pulling the trigger.

"boom"

The golden flames flew, made of holy silver, and the bullets engraved with sacred runes flew out of the weird muzzle, tracing a silver-white trajectory in the dark, and hit Constantine precisely... Bad luck.

Seeing that most of the guy's brain was lifted in this shot, the warm blood splashed Constantine's face, fixing the footsteps of the **** detective escape in place, and then he heard the hoarseness A low voice,

"Just stand there... dare to run and break your leg!"

"Ha ha..."

Constantine touched the blood on his face, his teeth were trembling up and down. Among the people present, he was the only one who knew how terrifying this guy was in front of him. He would rather face Dormam than face him. Cyber ​​Hawk walking towards him.

As long as Dormam had his soul, and Cyber...would fail, he would take his life.

Cyber ​​held a quirky spear in his hand. The whole was like an old-fashioned smoothbore gun, but in front of the muzzle, it was made into a cross. The whole was like a piece of gold art, but on the cross and The gun body is engraved with text similar to the "Gospel", which is the magic gun.

It is said that it appeared 300 years ago that every master would die bizarrely, with a terrible curse, but the lethality of the mysterious creature is amazing, the gun body is cold, it is said that this is the curse of the evil spirits and angels who died under this gun The whole gun had a sense of utter killing. When it was held in the hands of Cyber, the cold murderousness came out.

Chandler looked at Cyber ​​with a horrified look. In just a few seconds, at least 7 people died in his hands, but looking at the figure that was getting closer, the fear in this timid ordinary person's heart was increasing. The less, at least compared with the cultists around him, Cyber's image is more positive.

"Kill him! Kill this **** who dares to provoke Domam's will!"

The priest seemed to have just awakened from the killing. He screamed, and the surrounding cultists also rushed towards Cyber, but at the next moment, his eyes turned to look at the first ferocious man rushing towards him, 1 second After the bell, the entire Han was standing like a fire column lit up, wailing in pain, the fire of **** ignited his sinful soul, and the flame from the inside out was explosive Rushed out of his posture and roasted his flesh and blood in an instant.

This scene terrified everyone, they are just ordinary people, when have they seen this kind of scene,

"Huh"

Another wooden box hit the ground, and Cyber's voice also rang again,

"Only 10 seconds, no one waits, get out!"