Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Many things are not something we don’t want it to happen, it will not happen. According to Murphy’s Law, as long as things tend to go bad, then they will definitely go bad.

Therefore, a truly wise person will start to prepare for the worst possible situation as soon as he perceives a problem.

On the narrow island, after the Arkham fire a few days ago, there were a lot more police officers stationed here. Although after the storm passed, no one would pay attention to this almost isolated place, but at least in the present. The work is still to be done.

Even though the yawning policemen will not give everyone a sense of security on the narrow island no matter how they look.

Falcone’s dark empire has collapsed. In those dark corners that no one knows, the division of this chaotic place is underway, and small gangs have risen rapidly, and then actively or passively are involved in this contention. Among them, they are like a group of blood-sucking locusts, lying on Falconi's corpse and caring.

Most gangs last less than 3 days before being stabbed in the back by other collaborators, so the stronger the stronger, the weaker the weaker, but there are also some lucky guys, on the edge of the narrow island, a small number of people The gang recruited a strange and weird guy, and in his plan that day and night with black humor, they got unimaginable and rich victories one after another.

If there are no accidents, a big gang will reappear in a month, but as all stories tell, accidents will always occur.

In the house almost one step away from the Arkham Asylum, there seems to be a smell of burnt inside. The asylum has become history. Although the fire was finally extinguished, it burned the two floors of the asylum. , The place can no longer live.

So the rescued villains and lunatics were temporarily detained in the police station not far from the lunatic asylum. The place is now overcrowded. No one wants to deal with these guys, but there is no way. Until Gotham Prison is ready for containment, These guys will stay here for a long time.

Although it is during the day, the non-sunlight room still glows dimly, especially when the people in the house draw heavy curtains. There is only a dim light. In the empty room, there is a black one. The body bag, beside it, stood 4 people wearing various costumes, but they looked dapper.

Among them, there is even a guy wearing a police uniform on duty.

A few minutes later, the door of the room was opened, and a man dressed in a black dress, dressed very decently, with a black walking stick in his hand walked into the room. Everyone’s body was straight at this moment. Obviously, it was theirs who came in. leader.

His eyes are as sharp as a harrier, but between deflection, they give people a trustworthy feeling. His hair is gray, which shows that his age is no longer young. The most eye-catching is him. His beard is not kept in the usual way, but is divided into a special small beard, which spreads to the mouth on both sides until the lower jaw, which looks like a tiger's beard.

That same gray, matched with his vigorous pace, the cane that swings in his hand is like a sharp sword with a sheath in his hand. It is unusually sharp, or in other words, this man dressed like an old gentleman, look. Going up is a sharp out of the sheath.

"He's here?"

He glanced at the layout of the room, stopped for a moment at a few points, and then turned to look under his cloth. A guy in a worker's costume walked forward without saying a word and opened the body bag. The unbearable breath came out. It was a corpse that had been parked in the morgue for three days, and the smell was self-evident.

The old gentleman took out a handkerchief from his pocket and put it on his nose. He took a few steps forward and looked at the well-preserved body. He waved his hand, and the subordinate pulled the chain of the body bag again. Old gentleman Just leave the handkerchief in the trash can,

"Klein, a promising companion, died in this fallen city because of the goal that should have been achieved long ago... look out the window..."

He stepped forward and opened the heavy curtains. Outside was the filthy narrow island street, as well as the idle men wandering the streets with nothing to do. From this perspective, you can clearly see the city of Gotham. The high-rise buildings in the center are magnificent and magnificent. Comparing the two, it is like a contrast between the two eras existing in the same place.

"Look here..."

The old gentleman’s gaze stayed in front of the window. His eyes had no focus. What he saw was something more profound. "Sniff the air here, it's degenerate and decayed, like the corruption in the body of civilization. A cyst, its existence is a desecration of this great civilization itself."

"People here have forgotten the hardships of their ancestors in starting their careers. They have forgotten their own responsibilities and missions to be humans. They just live without doing anything. Every day they waste time, waste their lives, and become drunk. This is the magic cave of the world. It reminds me of London, which has been burned to nothing, and Jerusalem once..."

He turned around and looked at the four people in front of him with clear eyes. His eyes fell on them. They were the best fighters in the organization. They had a smell of hard cultivation. This is normal and can stand loneliness. , In order to obtain the power that ordinary people can't imagine.

"We have to fulfill what we promised, the oath we made when we joined this great organization, this time...no one can stop us anymore!"

"Go, warriors, gather our companions, and destruction will come tonight!"

There is no hoarse shouting, no excitement screaming, these real warriors never put their existence into words. Their long training is for this great moment. They have already looked forward to it.

It is money that can boost morale more than words, but above money, soldiers armed with faith are almost invincible, and no one can destroy them!

They turned and left, leaving only the old gentleman and a corpse in the room.

No... there is a third person.

"Talia, are you still there?"

The old gentleman sat on the sofa and said to the empty air, "Are you still following me to this city that must be destroyed?"

"Crack"

On the ceiling of the room, a piece of gypsum board was removed, and a graceful figure fell from it and stood firmly in front of the old gentleman. She hugged her shoulders and looked at the old man sitting there with indifferent expression. She has long chestnut hair and her graceful body always makes people unconsciously think about what kind of face she has.

But the black mask covered her face. The black mask was completely covered. She was carrying a black straight-bladed knife behind her back. She was wearing two black pistols on the belt around her waist.

"Of course I will come. I just want to see you die here and be killed by your best disciple!"

"You mean Wayne?"

The old gentleman smiled and squeezed the cane in his hand on the ground. He looked at the woman in front of him without a look, only a calmness and a touch of deep love. "Wayne had the best chance to end My life, but he didn't do that. I don't think this is the benefit of my disguise. I can only say that Wayne Kong has the skills of a fighter, but he does not yet have the heart of a fighter."

"Peace will consume power, victory will frustrate the will. He takes himself as a guardian in this city and uses the power I gave him to do those meaningless things. He is trying to save it, but he doesn't know that. The city is hopeless!"

"He is still the same as when I first met him, stubborn and determined, but with an invaluable cowardice and stupidity. He always thought he could change everything, but he overlooked one point. He is just a A mortal, like you and me, he is doing something that is destined to be impossible."

Regarding the evaluation of the old gentleman, the woman in the battle armor did not answer. She sneered and shook her hand. Something stabbed the old gentleman close at hand with a whirring sound, but he just gently With a wave of his hand, he pinched the cold thing in his hand, and he held it in front of his eyes.

It was a small dart with blades on both sides, polished to look like a winged bat. On the other side, there were two letters, BM.

The old gentleman looked at the handicrafts and murderous weapons in his hand, he let out a sigh,

"Tsk tusk, if Wayne's heart could be the same as yours, how good he would be, he will be the best and most outstanding shadow warrior in the past 100 years, but look at him now, use this gadget to satisfy his boring heroic desire? It's so pathetic..."

"This was found on Klein's body..."

The woman took a step back, "Your disciple killed him, and he has already started to kill! His fangs are sharp enough, old fellow, you underestimate the enemy! This will make you die here!"

"Ok?"

The old gentleman's brows frowned, and the sharp bat dart leaped fast between his fingers, like magic. Finally, he shook his head.

"not him!"

"Ok?"

"It wasn't that he could kill! Wayne stuck to his inner line of defense, I could feel..."

The old man raised his head and his eyes were stern, "Someone is trying to interfere with our sight. It is the legendary "red devil"! Thalia, I don't want you to be involved in the duel between me and Wayne, but since you have already When it comes, there is no need to hide the sharp sword...Go, find him! Kill him!"

The woman didn't respond, she just nodded, turned and walked into the darkness. At the moment when she was about to disappear, the old gentleman opened his mouth.

"Thalia..."

The woman turned her head and asked impatiently,

"What else? Old fellow."

"You... be careful..."

"Hmph, you still worry about yourself, I didn't come all the way to collect the body for you!"

"Hehe, this destruction itself is a power change. I have been alive for a long time. Death is not such a terrible thing for me. If Wayne dies, it means that he is nothing more than this. The future of the Shadow Warriors is still Yours, if I die... it means that Wayne has really taken that step. He is already qualified to inherit everything from the Shadow Warrior. Thalia, you join hands with him, and eventually the glorious Shadow Warrior Carry forward...he is a trustworthy person!"

With a flick of the old gentleman’s fingers, the bat dart rushed towards Thalia’s back. The young woman flashed her figure and clamped the dart with her fingers. She did not answer, but strode in. The darkness in front of me.

"I... never join hands with anyone! I come back with the head of that red ghost to prove my ability!"

"Hey, I'm just worried about you... that's not a guy who can deal with it casually."

Several minutes after the woman left, the old gentleman stood up. He patted the non-existent dust on his body and glanced at the direction where the woman disappeared. "But I still wish you good luck, my daughter."

The moment he turned his head, all the weak expressions were swept away, and his eyes became sharp and sharp again, like a long knife.

At this moment, he changed back to the steel leader, the steel destroyer.

Lars El Gul, a cold name, a name that once plunged many countries into darkness, a mortal, but surpassed the existence of mortals.

Tremble, Gotham, here he is!