Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

The hot wind blows on the terrible surface of the Gobi, making the air scorching hot. Most of the warring areas in Afghanistan are such ingrown plains. Maybe there were people inhabited here before, but they are already deserted. At this time, the problem is now. It is estimated that ordinary people will not be able to hold up even an hour without supplementing their drinking water.

"Om"

The roar of the engine drove the vibration of the surrounding ground. The wide wheels and strong power of the Hummer that came galloping ensured its ultimate speed in this environment, but the lonely car seemed a little weird in galloping. I know that under the current circumstances, even if the US military is dispatched, there will be at least 3 military vehicles front and rear at a time.

"I said, this thing is very simple, tell me you haven't learned it after 20 days?"

Harvey Dent is still wearing that neat and weird suit in this hot weather. He is flipping through the manuscript full of soul runes in his left hand, and constantly pinching various seals in his right hand. Skilled, but barely able to perceive the traces of mana flowing.

Saibo, who had been in this horrible place for 4 days, turned his head and glanced at him, watching the silver coin floating up and down in Harvey's palm.

Gu Yi never said a word that he is not allowed to teach soul runes to others. It is almost impossible for ordinary people to derive their mana without relying on the environment of Kama Taj. He just knows the destiny by doing everything. He threw the manuscript to Harvey, but after one night, Harvey told him that he felt the heat in his body.

There is actually nothing bad about this matter, but the problem is that the learning speed is a bit stressful, old iron...

"Crack"

Suntars, who was driving, compared to the map in Alwen's hand, slammed on the brakes, and turned to Saibo,

"Boss, here it is!"

Saber got up from the back seat and looked around with his dark glasses. There was nothing around him except for the desolation. He patted Harvey on the shoulder.

"Stop playing, do something."

Harvey put down the manuscript and took out a...compass from under the seat of the car. It was like the kind of thing used by pirates in the Middle Ages. It was full of primitive simplicity and a sense of the times. Under his gaze, he dialed the compass three times in the most solemn way.

"Can this really work?"

Academic bully Arwen pushed his black-rimmed glasses, turned his head and whispered to Santars, "Do you really believe in the "divination" of Boss Harvey? It's not scientific at all, it's not as good as the military satellites of the military. Coming soon."

Santales rolled his eyes, took off the baseball cap from the top of his head, and fanned it by his face.

"Come on, you still have a water monster tied to your wrist. Are you telling me about science?"

"Also, the nearby army is going crazy in a hurry. What does this mean? It means they can't help it! To be honest, I don't really believe it, but Lewis and Cooper believe in this, and they privately treat Harvey boss He is called "Lucky Bastard." It is said that his success rate of divination is at least 70%."

The more and more skilled assassin spread his hands and looked helplessly at the surrounding wilderness where he could not distinguish the direction at all.

"We have no other choice but to trust him."

Cyber ​​maintained the majesty of the boss and did not join the discussion of the young people, but he had seen more mysterious methods but he had a little confidence in Harvey’s divination, because the speed of learning soul runes from Harvey It can be seen that this has left everything in life to the double-faced person who is determined by fate. In fact, he is also very talented in mysticism.

According to Kama Taj, Harvey should be regarded as a rare "magic constitution" for ordinary people. In this way, it was really wrong to be a lawyer at the beginning. He should be a teacher from the beginning.

"Go southeast, 27-34 kilometers, then turn to the south, 5 kilometers."

Harvey put away the compass, his face was full of confidence, "Trust me, this time we will definitely find that Stark, I feel good about divination this time."

"But you said the same 4 days ago..."

"Huh? Are you questioning the judgment of fate?"

The young Arwen couldn't help but spit out, but Harvey's calm gaze was drawn, and the unwavering rhetoric made the young man chill, and hurriedly got into the car. After a while, Santales Start again, galloping towards the southeast.

An hour later, the car stopped in a more desolate ghost place, Santars turned his head to look at Cyber ​​with embarrassment.

"Boss, do we really want to go?"

Cyber ​​rubbed his teeth, glanced at Harvey, where the old god was, and glanced at a desert in the south with a bit of pain. According to Harvey, they had to walk at least 10 kilometers in this desert.

He rubbed his forehead and turned to look at Arwen.

"Is there a source of water in this desert?"

Arwen flicked a ball of flowing blue liquid on his left wrist. The water-like thing infiltrated the ground. After a while, it bounced out of the ground and tied it to Arwen's wrist again. He nodded. ,

"Walter said there is an underground river under the desert, and the water source is not a problem."

Cyber's fingers beat a few times on the wooden box and opened his eyes.

"Then go!"

After another 15 minutes, the hard-traveling military vehicle stopped on the sand dunes of the desert. Arwen, wearing a black turban, put down the telescope in his hand with a dull expression.

"Unbelievable...There is such a small canyon hidden here. No wonder the army can't find it. The terrain here can't be distinguished even by military satellites. It is the perfect hiding place."

Harvey threw the silver coin up and down with a smug look, and concluded very mysteriously,

"This...is the power of destiny!"

Saber ignored Harvey’s boasting. He snarled Santarsnu who was wearing the armor. The latter rushed forward knowingly, and the whole person turned into a gray mist and disappeared into the air. This ability is simply the best scout.

Cyber ​​took the telescope and looked at the canyon nearly a kilometer away. It was a very small canyon, but traces of human activity could still be seen vaguely. It was more than 300 kilometers away from the site where Stark was attacked. , I don't know if that poor bug is still alive.

Of course, if Tony is dead, Cyber ​​will kill every life here to avenge him. He always does what he says, right?

On the other side, the young rich man who has been missing for 6 days, the genius weapon designer Tony Stark is sitting in a cave with poor conditions and a bad environment, his face covered with bloody gauze. , With a thick bandage on his left arm, a faded military coat on his body, his hair is messy, where is the handsome and unrestrained appearance of a refugee from before.

The strangest thing is his chest, where there is a metal ring with three wires of different colors extending out of it, connected to the battery on hand, which looks like some kind of evil scientist’s experimental product. The sense of confusion of modernism.

And in front of him, on a messy table, a set of crystallizers was placed in a very rough way. In the closed vial at the bottom was some kind of silver-gray liquid rolling, judging from the amount of that liquid , This facility has been working for several days.

On the other side of the table, there is a guy in a tattered suit and a big beard. This guy looks worse than Tony, but he exudes a researcher-specific temperament. He wears tape wrapped around him. With his glasses up, he carefully used tweezers to take out a very delicate chip from the tactical missile whose shell had been disassembled in front of him.

The guy wiped the sweat from his forehead and threw the chip into the bowl next to it. A dozen identical chips were already installed in it. He stood up and picked up the boiling water bottle covered with black scorch. , Sipping water, concealed his eyes swept over the camera installed in the corner, then wiped his mouth while lowering his voice,

"Stark, enough control chips!"

Tony, who seemed to be thinking about some esoteric question, was awakened by this sentence. He raised his head, looked at his "prisoner", and asked in a lip-synch manner.

"What about the other parts?"

The man didn’t answer, but just kicked the weird two metal pipes that resembled a faucet. On the edge of the cave where they lived, there was enough gasoline. Next to the gasoline, they were piled tightly. The pile parts are the hard shells of missiles and grenades, which have been cut into various things, which really seems to be like a crude weapons factory.

He made an ok gesture with his left hand. Stark nodded. He picked up the battery beside him with difficulty and put it on the table, then took a deep breath, moved his hands, and closed the set of crystallization equipment in front of him. A rough needle tube that did not meet the requirements was used to extract the silver-gray liquid, and carefully dripped it on a hand-made gadget that did not meet the production rules at all. It was wound by coils and interwoven with metal.

Holding something looked like a metal coaster, but after the silver-gray liquid dripped into it, the metal coaster gradually lit up.

The bearded man next to him watched this scene and couldn't help but waved his fist in the air, as if he had witnessed something remarkable.

"Speaking of which, how did you come up with this genius idea?"

He approached Tony and asked in a low voice, "I never knew that palladium could be used in this way, but really, do you really intend to put this thing in your body?"

Tony didn't answer, he seemed to hesitate, but when he saw the black and thick battery at hand, he made up his mind.

"Ethan, I know this thing is harmful to the human body, but there is no way. I hold such a guy and don't even want to escape. We prepared for 4 days under their noses. Whether life or death will happen again Fight, the technology of this battle armor has long been studied, but it lacks an opportunity..."

He picked up the silver-gray and radiant coaster and threw it in his hand.

"Now the hell destiny has given me an opportunity, not even the right to refuse, so what can I do besides obeying? Let's do it! Or it will be a dead end."

There was a hideous look that didn't belong to him in Playboy's eyes. He looked at the camera in secret.

"Those idiots really think that Jericho missiles can be made by hand? They are driving us to death! After dark tonight, you will help me replace this damn battery, and then I will take you out. , Ethan, the only question now is, can I trust you?"

Faced with this sharp question, the beard shrugged, and there was a touch of sadness in his eyes, but in the end he cheered up and said with a smile,

"At the Swiss Conference of Scientists in 1999, I thought we were friends. At that time, you were the absolute center. You let poor Aldrian blew the cold wind on the roof of the building all night. From that day on, I knew , You guy is an out-and-out bastard, but we are now in the same situation, we should have watched each other help."

The bearded Ethan curled his lips.

"Not to mention that you have no other choice now, do you?"

The news that Cyber, who was standing outside the canyon, was...

"What? What human experiment did you say he was conducting with himself?"

The boss of the devil gang looked at Santales dumbfounded, and the latter nodded vigorously, gesturing with two fingers in his heart.

"It looks like he took out his heart. A big beard helped him install a metal heart in it, and he was still alive... he was awake all the way. By the way, boss, this Tony Stark and Kang Is he a wizard like Stantin?"