Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

"Call...Call"

In the deep and dark sewers, a person covered with blood was traversing hard. After the city was thrown into the Demon Rift, the dark spiritual power around the summoning circle that was still running was thick and unbearable. In this place, every step taken is a terrible torture. Inhaling dark spiritual power is as painful as inhaling corrosive gas, and the arms exposed in the air are also burning abnormally.

But he did not give up, wrapped in a tattered coat, he struggled in the sewage mixed with blood and minced meat, surrounded by corpses eaten by evil spirits, those brothers who were sent to the sewers as sacrifices Police Tan, almost all survived this disaster.

There was a smell of blood in the air, and all the eyes were full of tortured debris, making it look like a real hell.

"Gosh, Elide, shit!"

Sergeant Swann knelt on the ground, shaking his hands and picking up the completely shredded clothes in front of him, and saw the nameplate. That was the first friend he met in Gotham. Way left the world.

"It shouldn't be like this...it shouldn't be like this!"

Swan's hand clenched the nameplate in his hand and allowed the metal to pierce the flesh. The surging pain gave him new power. This power is called hatred. Many times, we do it wholeheartedly. In fact, it is not because of gratitude or ideals that you use hatred to drive yourself.

"I'm going to kill them! I'm going to kill...I swear."

Swan held the metal nameplate in his hand and struggled to stand up. He glanced at the **** sea of ​​corpses, as if to engrave this picture into his mind, reminding himself that he could not forget things in his life .

He held a warm black stone in the other hand, which was the only purpose for him to venture into the sewer that had become dead.

Oliver told him that this thing can give him strength. Although it may die, in Gotham, death is already not the most frightening thing, and under the drive of hatred, it is like the same forward. A chariot running wildly, either destroying the opponent or destroying yourself, there is no third possibility.

"Front, in front!"

There was a glimmer of glory in Swan's eyes. After turning around a corner, he saw the scarlet light shrouded in the end of the darkness. It was a working altar, that was there!

Swan recognized this altar, and when he came to the sewer, he saw several destroyed altars that were no longer usable. Obviously, there were other people besides him in the sewer at this time Here, and the goal is these dark altars that constantly emerge, pushing the city to the Altar of Summoning, in this city that has been completely trapped in despair, there are people who are working hard to save it, and others have not given up hope.

I have to say that this can be considered a great fortune.

Swan helped the wall to move forward. His legs had become extremely painful because of the erosion of dark spirits. Moving one step forward was a terrible torture, but he still took steps, bit by bit, difficult Move forward.

In just 200 meters, Swan walked for five minutes. When he was near the altar, the dark spiritual power had reached its strongest. He could even feel that the skin on his body appeared under the coat. As painful as burning in the flames, his body shook and fell to the ground, struggling to climb forward, holding the black stone in his hands, lifting it up, and knocking it hard in this way The edge of the array.

Once, twice, three times.

"boom"

The stone shattered, and dark mist rushed out of it, winding around the altar, and it seemed to be returning to the demon world, but a moment later, a scarlet space crack opened in the air, full of anticipation and hatred in Swan. His gaze, as he had seen before, appeared again in the black shadow of the scythe holding the scythe. His figure was more solid than before, and his body was more powerful than before.

The Gotham at this meeting is different from the previous Gotham. It is in the rift between this world and the Demon Realm, making the invasion of dark spiritual power easier. The city is full of the power of chaos and haze, although it is not comparable to the spirit of the Demon Realm Strength, but as the summoned god, he can move freely.

The guy stepped into the ground from the air. He looked at Sheriff Swan, who was falling over the altar. He saw the wound on the summoner's face corroded by spirit, saw the eyes mixed with hatred and hope, and saw him. Embarrassed to the extreme body, the fire of life is gradually extinguishing in the young man's body in front of him, in fact, he can persist here, it is already a miracle that mortals can create.

"Really firm will, in my time, not many mortals can do this."

The black shadow whispered, "So, what do you want me to call?"

"power!"

Swan struggled, panting, and said hardly: "What can live, what can change all this, can save the city...power!"

"Oh, another fanatical chaser of power."

The black shadow flicked the sickle in his hand, and his tone became disdainful: "It seems that there is not much change from my time... People who need power think that they get everything when they get power. In fact, that is just the beginning of a cruel journey. , You will be immersed in it, you will not stop the pace of chasing, fall deep in it, unable to extricate themselves, and eventually become a slave of power that you cannot control."

There was a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth:

"For this reason, you see, I can't give you what you want. Actually, I don't have that kind of power myself, but in return, after your body dies, I will contain your soul, and I will let you Seeing me with my own eyes to kill those barbaric monsters, your city has fallen into the demon world, and there is nothing to save it."

He leaned over and said in a cruel voice characteristic of a monster:

"There is no hope... give up, sad mortal."

"No! No! He told me, I can, I don't believe it!!!"

Sergeant Swan screamed frantically, but his strength was weakened to the extreme, like a beast struggling in despair, there was no threat, and the guy with the black sickle looked at it in a gesture of watching the show In front of all this, he didn't care whether this person was alive or dead, stems from the evil blood flowing in the monster, he just wanted to see these tragedies happen.

In mythology, it is not unreasonable that extraterrestrial creatures are always portrayed as evil beings. In fact, for these guys, human emotions are the most difficult things to understand, and they are full of chaos and unknown scarlet. The demon world shrouded in radiant light, the pride and indifference of monsters like the big tengu have been very few. Most of them appear from the most ugly emotions and disasters, don't expect them to be kind.

Oliver tells Swan the dangers are actually these, unless there are special circumstances, the monster will not have a good heart.

"I do not believe!!"

Swan was full of despair in the final shout. This despair seemed to dissatisfy the monster. He waved a sickle in his hand, and the sharp blade appeared so fierce in the glare of dark spiritual power:

"What an ugly gesture, come on, let me take you away!"

"Om"

But at the moment when the sickle was cut into Swann’s chest, a burst of red energy exploded on the altar, which was not yet stationary, and flew out the unexpected monster, leaving Swann in that burning feeling. After sober for a moment, he turned around and saw two figures standing on the altar.

A figure wearing a white robe, holding a fan and iron flute in hand, with two black wings behind him, this is obviously also a monster. At the moment of his appearance, his nose twitched, a trace of disgust appeared on his face, he When his left hand flicked, the condensed air in the sewer immediately began to flow, just like the wind that appeared in a blink, blowing away all the disgusting smells.

But the most striking thing is not the big monster, but the man standing in front of the big monster.

That's a human kind!

It can be seen from the black hunting suit he wears and the blood-filled trench coat. He is tall and has a silver twisted ghost face. There is a raging fire around his body, and he holds a thundering straight blade in his left hand. , With golden armor in his right hand, carrying two gritty heads in his hand, one with antler on his head and another with long fiery red hair, and the smell of blood dripping down the stubble under his head.

At first glance, I just experienced a fight.

At the moment when these two figures appeared, just standing in front of Swann Sergeant, the black figure who had the power of life and death rushed out of the sewer instantly. As a monster, he felt the smell of a big monster And, more importantly, the human being standing next to the big monster is as terrifying as the Shura evil spirit.

The kind of substantive killing intention made him as a monster tremble, the most terrible thing is that he knew the sword with overflowing thunder, which was the tengu sword of Schleider, the tengu ninja, and the sword was killed. The demon world is known for its countless big monsters. Now, this sword is held in the hands of a stranger, which means that this person must have defeated Schleider, or even killed him.

This is terrifying...

"Um, Gotham...I'm back."

Saiber moved his shoulders and glanced at the surrounding environment. He understood that this time the adventure of crossing the fissure was successful. He glanced at the black figure that flew out and turned his head to say to the big tengu:

"Kill the shards and look really annoying!"

Big Tengu has no objection. In fact, he just heard what the guy said to Swan when he was crossing the rift. He was just a monster, and the fan in the hands of this proud monster was facing the side. With a wave, more than a dozen wind blades penetrated the black shadow escape channel in an instant, cutting the escaped guy into four pieces.

Cyber ​​crouched down and looked at Swann Sergeant, who was already on the verge of death. He asked in a deep voice:

"Do you know me? Sergeant."

"You... you are Cyber... great, you are back..."

Swann didn't know the power there, grabbed Cyber's arm and shouted:

"Go to rescue Gotham, dead... Everyone is dead, Director Gordon is dead, the mayor is dead, they threw the city into the abyss, they deceived the police to the sewers and slaughtered, here , Our home, here is going to be destroyed, save it! Save it!"

"Gordon..."

Cyber's eyes narrowed. He took a deep breath and placed the heads of the two big monsters in front of Swann. That was the loot he had been summoned into the Devil Realm after a crazy fight. He shook his hand and took out a dark green demon healing stone, which he stuffed into Swan's mouth and whispered:

"Your courage has created an opportunity for me to return. Sergeant, I will also give you a chance. People like you should not die like this. You should have a brighter future. Choose one of these two heads. Sacrifice as a token, then follow me to kill, embrace your destiny, and save Gotham by the way."

The Lord of the Devil Shrugged and put a cigar into Swan’s mouth. He lit one himself, and he whispered:

"Don't worry, we will kill them, we will avenge Gordon, we will drive all the **** out, get them... kill them all, stand up, man, let all the plans go to hell. .. it’s time to let go!”