Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

What are Sim and Drax doing?

What can you expect the two guys with only fighting in their heads to do?

It must be something they are good at...

"boom"

The icy blade passed through the chest of the horrified **** of sacrifice, the great power that nailed him in a gorgeous robe to the wall behind him, and his dead body flicked on the blade like a flag. , The blood was sprinkled in the gravel under the feet, and if you look closely, you can also find a golden crown belonging to a noble sacrifice in the blood-stained gravel, but the symbol of power becomes meaningless after the owner dies. Too.

When he was dying, he couldn’t seem to believe all of this. His empty eyes looked at the magnificent temple in front of him. The sacred building that re-established thousands of years later and walked on the earth for the glory of God La Being completely ignited, the flames and smoke coming into the sky represent the destruction and brilliance that has arrived. Under the cold, like the loss of all sunlight, the ruins on the ground make this scene so bleak.

Sim sat bored at the top of the ruined temple ruined by brute force. He propped his chin on his arm, watching the low-level demons laughing and chasing down the priests who had no resistance. He used to be addicted. For this kind of work that looks very windy, but now he will only feel a disgust.

"It is meaningless to slaughter the weak!"

He snorted, but did not stop, these human beings are on the wrong side of the fate-related choices, so they are now starting to bear the price.

At the periphery of the destroyed temple in this settlement, under the intimidation of the fierce demons, the frightened people were intimidated to the entrance of the temple, Sim stood at the top of the ruins, watching these renewed from the modern society Back to the people in the Middle Ages and even older, he saw numbness in his eyes, hatred, anger, despair.

All the negative emotions, along with the gathering of these people, made this ruined place even more broken.

"Listen! Humans!"

Sim shouted loudly: "As you can see, I am not an angel who came to escape the bitter sea, I am a demon, but sometimes, you also have to accept help from the demon...Look, behind me, yes Some bully you, force you to give up your dream of freedom, and dedicate everything to the so-called **** priests. You may hate them, you may fear them, or you may even like them. These are all ok, but today!"

"Today! I give you a chance to choose your destiny again!"

The devil reached out and grabbed a priest who was so trembling that he couldn’t say anything, and threw him to the crowd in front. In the past few months, the obedience people had already been taught by the whip and death. Flashed away, the poor priest was thrown to the ground, how strong the devil's hand was, and this time he screamed, his head broke, and only half of his breath remained.

"boom"

A broken knife was thrown beside the priest. People subconsciously remained silent, looking at the big demon Sim, who was on his hips and shouted loudly:

"Kill him! Cut off the belief in that shit! You who have expressed your position can return to the civilized world and get rid of everything like this hell!"

"But if you don't want to do that... no one will force you!"

The shaved big Han Yin smiled: "I like to live in this disgusting quagmire, or really live like an individual, the choice is in your hands!"

He glanced back at the sky. In the scorching sky of the desert, a dense flying monster had flew towards this stronghold. They had the shape of dragons, mastering the power of wind and thunder, that is the sky of Osiris. Dragon, one of Egypt's death symbols.

Sim leapt from the ruins, and the huge black dragon-shaped figure flapped his wings and rushed to the sky. Behind him, the flying demons flew from the ruins, followed behind the big demons, and toward the attacking " The **** ambassadors rushed over, the demons screamed for the desire to fight, and the new **** is also a cruel battlefield, and only continuous fighting can give them enough strength to gain a foothold.

"After the battle is over, we will leave here...the time left for you, not much... sad humanity!"

After a round of slaughter by the resurrected Pharaoh, the remaining population in the Egyptian area was not much, scattered within 7 large gathering points, almost all of the remaining people in Egypt, and at this moment, it has been broken. The desired redemption was brought about by a gruesome demon, which undoubtedly left everyone in doubt.

And some people who have been completely scared by the evil gods screamed incomprehensible eulogy, rushed out of this blasphemous scene, locked in their broken house and shivering, but there are more people, and Did not leave.

"I...I used to be a professor...I teach history at Cairo University."

An unsightly old man who had been tortured by a cruel life was the first to walk out of the crowd. He said to himself, not to others, but to himself:

"I have no prominent identity, I have no money, my wife passed away early, and my relationship with my son is very rigid."

The old man bent down and tried to pick up the knife, but he was too weak to pick it up several times, and his eyes were scattered, his voice became hoarse:

"I don't believe in God! I never believe! Now I just want to find my poor son, my lovely grandson, I don't want eternal life! I don't want gifts, I don't want to be upgraded!"

"I only want my life! I only want my loved ones! I only want them..."

He was paralyzed on the ground and seemed to be caught in his own world. A tall figure came out of the crowd, bent down, picked up the broken knife on the ground, and stuffed it into the old man's hand.

"Then go!"

The stranger said: "Kill him! Go back to your life, we are humans!"

He turned his head and looked at the people behind him who were mixed with fear and longing, he shouted loudly:

"We are humans! How can we live like domesticated beasts!"

"Ah!"

The old man ran out of his last weapon, and a knife was cut on the neck of the comatose priest. The blood splattered, rendering the blood red of the hot gravel. The knife used all his strength to make him sit on the ground. And the blood spilled seemed to be a symptom, a call, and behind him, those hesitating people, finally made their actions in silence.

They picked up the stones on the ground, wooden sticks, and even walked towards the noble priests who had been **** with their shabby hands that had been worn in the hard-working architectural temple.

They finally made a choice.

The old man looked at this tragic massacre. He didn't know what he thought of. He laughed like a madman and slapped the ground. The laughter caught the attention of the young man who helped him. He leaned down and asked:

"Why are you laughing?"

"Ahahaha, why can't I laugh? Young man? Look around you... The Red Sea will not be separated by our resistance, nor will there be a great Moses to guide us, and there will be no holy ten commandments to wipe out all enemies, But don’t you think...it’s like...it’s like tomorrow's hope with blood and red?"

The old man's eyes began to break up. He reached out and grabbed the young man's arm. He looked at him and exhausted his last effort:

"Survival! Good boy...Survival!! Through the hell, you can see heaven..."

The young man looked at the old man whose life began to fade in the last eruption. His lips moved to say something, but in the end, he just pursed his mouth and nodded vigorously:

"My name is Tchaca, old sir...I will live! I will live in good order! I will change the world..."

From the heights, the seven settlements built along the still-flowing Nile River are like seven light spots burning in the dark. At almost the same time, the whole river was lit up, under the command of Cyber But it’s not just Sim and Drax. He’s a big business now, and it’s not difficult to find a few demon lords who are flexible and able to work.

The reason why it is so troublesome is that on the one hand, the two civilized islands and the new world have reached an unsatisfactory desire for human resources. On the other hand...

"The perfect world the master wants... that is for humanity."

Big Tengu shook his fan, and the white robe behind him fluttered in the desert, which made this big monster more and more feel like a fairy bone. Of course, this is his nature, not to say that he should be promoted suddenly, Big Tengu Even before surrendering to Cyber, he was already one of the most powerful creatures in Devil's world. He had to be promoted. It was not that simple.

Compared to other busy demon lords, he seems to be very leisurely, just circling in the desert, seems to be looking for something. Eventually, he stopped on a dune without any features, he leaned down, the fan shook slightly, the ground The gravel was dislodged, revealing the ruins that had completely collapsed below.

It was not from hundreds of thousands of years ago, but only a few months ago... Cairo, the capital of Egypt, the wrath of the God of Pull, the massacre where people took the city and buried it under the sand, millions of people in the city Few of them escaped, and all were buried for the city.

"Alas... evil god!"

Tengu sighed. He waved it casually, and a storm formed behind him. It was weak at first and could not even curl up the gravel, but soon, it turned into a black storm.

"Souls buried under the sand, if you can hear this voice, then help me!"

Tengu shouted in a voice that the soul could hear:

"Release your anger, your despair, your pain, let all the gods above the sky take a look... the cry of people from this world! Drag them off the throne Let them listen, your hatred, your curse!"

The black wings behind Da Tengu suddenly opened at this moment, the fan in his hand disappeared, and his voice grew louder:

"Desert, if you have your own soul, wake up!"

"Raise your gravel! Shade the sun's rays!!!"

"Booming"

The sandstorm visible to the naked eye surged madly at this moment. At the feet of the big tengu, in the ruins of the city covered in the desert, thousands of ghosts cried, like the open **** of the Senrow, those invisible ghosts, with open arms from Rushing out of the desert, they lost their entities and could not even hold a grain of quicksand, but at this moment, in the call of the Tengu, these ghosts lifted the entire collapsed city from under the quicksand.

The millions of tons of quicksands were swept into the air by the big tengu’s storm, and in a moment, the most terrible desert storm in human history has been formed. Wherever you go, all quicksands are rolled up and will be covered in death The human civilization under the desert is again exposed to the sun.

That terrible column of quicksand was so clear that even in Northern Europe, Shiv, commander of the Asgard Garrison, could see clearly.

"boom"

The glass in General Schiff's hands was completely crushed at this moment, and her eyes shone with incredible light. Compared with the blankness of other gods soldiers, she knew exactly what the pillar of quicksand represented.

It was a demonstration, it was a battle flag, it was the horn at the beginning of the war, it was the cry of the hell.

He is back!

Overlord is back!

Cyber ​​Hawk is back!

He wants to fulfill the arrogant curse he left before he left, he must challenge the spirits who have returned to the world with his own strength, he will expel them from this world, and send them back one by one to where they should be .

He wants... he's going to kill!