Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Gold coins. This kind of currency was active for two-thirds of human civilization. Until the new era, this ancient currency was still in circulation, but now, convenient and easy-to-use fancy paper replaces this precious metal for circulation. , Gold coins are also reduced to ancient objects chased by collectors.

But you need to remember that when something is given a special meaning, what it actually represents is no longer itself. For example, the gold coin thrown by this young man is very different.

That may not be called a gold coin, because there are no fixed patterns on its sides. The bartender picked up the coin and saw a painful and wailing human face, which had almost all of humanity. Despair and pain, on the other side, is an extremely peaceful face, which seems to represent all the happiness of mankind.

The bartender put it in his mouth and blew it, and then put it in his ear. The painful shēn yín and howling echoed, and a satisfied smile appeared on his declining face.

"I haven't seen such a good thing for many years, pure soul gold coins."

A touch of drunkenness appeared on the bartender's face. He stood up straight and bowed his head slightly towards the young man.

"So what can I do for you? Generous guest."

"Open the passage, and then help me hide the old man."

The guest said softly, "I said, I want some old friends to "come up"."

The bartender shrugged, picked up a sharp knife from the table next to him, and winked at the guests.

"It's my duty to open the channel, but to hide it? No, no, I can't hide those great beings, and for the sake of this gold coin, the old man has already noticed you. You'd better move faster."

"puff"

He skillfully pierced the knife into his heart, smiled hard to the guest, fell to the ground, his soul floated into the air, and was eaten by an invisible big mouth, this young guest face His expression turned cold, and he turned around and looked at the quiet locomotives.

"My name is Blake Hart Mephistopheles"

He whispered, that voice had a special magnetism, which made the locomotive people who had entered a nervous state because of the bartender's suicide feel a little confused, "You can call me "Sorcerer", er, forget it. This name is too ugly, call me "His Royal Highness", I prefer this name."

"What did you do to old George?"

A guy next door with a devil tattoo, a black hood, a big beard, and a black motorcycle jacket stood up, waved the beer in his hand, and shouted,

"Damn it, I don't care what your name is! Why did you kill old George?"

"Human rude guy."

The Witch Heart Demon said something contemptuously. He didn't lower his voice at all. This sentence undoubtedly made the dozen or so locomotives in the bar feel humiliated. They all stood up and walked in Blake's direction. The latter didn't panic, he just looked at the pattern on the arm of the strong man with a puzzled face.

"Wait, the tattoo on your next door, is that the devil?"

The strong man turned his head and glanced at his tattoo, he sneered.

"This is Mephisto, the great devil who collects souls in the legend. His power is as strong as mine. Are you scared? Little mess!"

"No no no!"

The Witch Heart Demon shook his head and said seriously and seriously, "Mephisto's rank is the Great Devil. He is a part of the balance of the world. The symbolic meaning cannot be profaned. We do not have the title of Great Devil, and he does not Not responsible for collecting souls, that is the responsibility of the wardens under his command. He prefers to travel through various worlds and times in various forms. If I remember correctly, the old man’s favorite time to stay is the Middle Ages The Rome of the Renaissance!"

The young man straightened his clothes,

"And your strength is too weak. You don't even have a ten-thousandth of Mephisto's. In the end, Mephisto doesn't grow like this. It's ugly."

The locomotives who said this were speechless. The strong man who started the battle felt underestimated and humiliated. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Blake by the collar, and said viciously,

"Have you seen him? Do you know what he looks like? Your little bitch raised by a boy!"

"I've seen it! Many times"

Blake's eyes became cold. He opened his hands and said softly, "As far as I know, the tattoos of the human world represent the worship and pursuit of something. Do you worship the devil?"

"Then come and bow down to the real devil prince!"

"boom"

The dark green flame ignited Blake's body at this moment, tearing his wěi zhuāng human appearance to pieces, showing the real him in front of these horrified locomotive races. They raised their heads and looked up with difficulty. The terrifying existence that emerged from the flames, the twisted ghost's face showed a deadly high temperature smile.

"Now do you know what the devil looks like?"

"Come on, offer your souls!"

Ten minutes later, in a quiet cross-border bar, His Highness Blake sat comfortably at the table drinking wine. The wooden door was pushed open by a breeze, and the group of figures wrapped in the wind circled Blake. After a few laps, he finally fell by his side, turning into a messy head wearing a fluffy cloak.

"Salute to you, Your Royal Highness!"

This guy bends down and salutes in a weird manner. His voice is like a mixture of thousands of winds, full of a sense of erraticness.

"Thank you for saving me from the prison of that damn clown, but I am puzzled, what do you need me to do for you in this weak world?"

His Royal Highness Blake waved his hand and motioned for him to be quiet.

"Wilde, Wind Demon, wait a minute, we still have companions to come, I sacrificed more than a dozen souls not just to call you."

"Wow!"

The sound of the water flow also sounded at this moment, the water that appeared out of thin air quickly converged in the air and became a wet guy. He glanced at Wilde and Blake, and he whispered,

"Your Royal Highness, your loyal Walter is here to report!"

In the end, the ground swelled, and the endless sand gathered on the ground, and finally became a huáng-colored doll, and quickly turned into a bald-headed guy in a brown leather jacket. He was the rude one. He was sitting. On the chair, reached out and picked up Blake's glass and drank the wine in it.

"Saul came and said, what do you want me to do?"

"Everyone is there, okay, okay."

His Highness Blake stretched out his hand to let everyone sit down, his hands were on the table, his black eyes looked at everyone,

"I have a plan! I killed the border guard and came to this world because I knew some secrets of the old man. After the damn clown came, our life was not easy, so I plan to rebuild one in this world. A small hell on earth, get rid of the shackles of that damn old man!"

"Haha, the Supreme Mage will not let us mess around, Your Royal Highness, you don't know how powerful the Supreme Mage is, your father dare not confront her head-on in this world!"

There was a trace of fear on the proud face of Saul, and he whispered, "Unless you are sure to persuade the Supreme Mage, otherwise I will not follow you. I have annoyed her in this world, which is more than annoyed your father. Much scarier."

"Of course I am prepared!"

Blake didn't seem to worry about this issue. This attitude immediately caused everyone to focus on him, and His Royal Highness smiled with a win-winner.

"How many guys have run out of hell? They can all hide in this world, why can't we? Could it be that the bondage that the Supreme Mage gave us is more terrible than the old man? And as long as I get what I want, I can be promoted to the devil. Think about it, a demon who can fully release his power in this world, even if he can't beat the Supreme Mage, is enough to win us some freedom"

There was a hint of helplessness on his handsome and evil face,

"Freedom? Haha, we bad guys would crave this kind of thing."

Wind Demon Wilde and Ink Wash Walter glanced at each other, and finally the more gloomy Water Demon spoke,

"It sounds good, but I want to know, what do you want?"

"The San Van Gonzal Contract!"

The devil prince said softly, "The old man signed the contract with 1,000 evil spirits 200 years ago. As long as I get it and swallow the 1,000 evil spirits, I can fully grasp the power of hell fire, as long as we don’t take the initiative to return to hell. , In this world, the old man would never want to stop us!"

"Sorcerer! Get out of me!"

An old voice sounded outside the door, and the bodies of the four people present suddenly stiffened. Blake gritted his teeth, stood up, rushed out of the door, and saw the old man standing on the sand with a skeleton cane. Mephistopheles, or rather, Mephisto.

"Ah, great father, how do you have time to jump out of your damn time and come to see your ineffective son?"

His Royal Highness Blake said mockingly, "Don't I, as the devil prince, have the power to pursue a little personal space?"

"Of my children, you are the least worrying one!"

Mephistopheles' face was full of anger, and there was no more peace when talking to Cyber, his cane in his hand moved on the ground, he looked at the devil prince in front of him,

"How can you dare to descend into this world as a physical entity? Are you crazy? The ancient one can completely crush you with one finger!"

"But in this world, I don't have to worry about punishment from my great father at least, do I?"

The devil prince lost all his demeanor at this moment. He gritted his teeth, and the black evil lines on his face began to spread wanton. He stared at his father.

"Let you set those rules and go to hell! I'm free! I will build my hell on earth here, and one day I will return to my hometown, I will bury you completely! You are old, Mephisto , You have lost the ambition you once had, and you are willing to live in hell! I am not you!"

"I won't be you!"

"Hehe, those guys who won't steal their lives are already dead"

Mephisto looked at his child, and he whispered, "Zeus once had the same idea as you, but the collapse of Mount Olympus that was destroyed by fire and rain buried everything about him. How powerful is the Nine Kingdoms? Powerful, but in the end it is not being forced to shrink in Asgard! Blake, you don't know what kind of power you are challenging. Gu Yi has shocked the world for thousands of years. You don't know what despair is! You poor child."

"Are you sure you want to do it?"

He asked.

Blake gritted his teeth, "I'm sure!"

"Very good, let me solve this problem myself before Gu Yi arrives!"

Mephisto’s eyes lit up a magma-like flame, but Prince Blake laughed.

"It's okay for you to bully ordinary people with a weak carrier, but in this world, you are not my opponent! Damn old man!"

"I really can't do it myself, but in this world, my warriors and my knights will bury all your ambitions, the sorcerer, I will wait for your desperate return in hell! You will be imprisoned in hell for 1000 Years, to punish your arrogance and rudeness!"

"Then let them come!"

Two dark green flame bat wings spread behind Blake, gritting his teeth.

"Let them come! I will bury them! Then I will bury you!"

"Haha childish!"

Mephistopheles glanced at his child one last time. He shook his head, turned and walked into the wilderness, and finally disappeared. His last voice came to the ears of the devil prince.

"Finally give you a piece of advice, whatever you want to do before that day comes, don't, provocation, Gu Yi!" (https:)