Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Cyber ​​finally carried another wooden box and walked out of the messy midnight bar contentedly.

The scroll in the hand of Father Midnight with a painful expression on his face, the hunting gun is one of the best in his collection. It comes from the consecrations hundreds of years ago, and is constantly infiltrated by the soul of the evil spirit, making the gun grow to a terrifying point. Going up to pure blood angels and going down to purgatory demons, there is nothing it can't hurt.

But no matter how powerful the hunting gun is, it needs to be seen from the level of the user, it is almost a dead object.

"And this baby..."

The black man with a face full of flesh picked up the scroll in his hand, his eyes filled with intoxication, "It is the future...it is everything!"

Only need to find a suitable soul, or slightly modify his own soul, he can have the power to make all evil spirits frightened, this kind of scroll with the real name of the devil written by Mephisto is a real high-end product , It does not need to be exerted by the big devil himself, just after signing, the power from the crazy spirit of vengeance and the fire of hell will actively awaken.

And the best part is that the entire dark magic world now knows that Mephisto has been locked up...at least 100 years!Not everyone's soul is as special as Cyber, and can carry the full power of the Great Demon King. Similar to people like Midnight, they also have enough ways to protect their soul from being overwhelmed by the Demon King.

Yes, it only requires a little bit of "technical" techniques.

In short, this sale is fairly fair. In fact, midnight is a small profit. Yes, this is only a sale in the midnight view. It is an exchange of the ghost knight contract and the hunting gun. As for Constant Ding’s position is a fringe benefit.

"That chopstick...hehe."

Rubbing his chin at midnight, he smashed the voodoo emblem in his hand. Ten stiff voodoo stitching monsters, wearing special armor, and a pale white face appeared in the bar, and under his command they cleaned the surroundings. On the ground, he sat in a chair very comfortably, with a grinning smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Constantine, good luck to you, my friend."

On the other side, the sneaky Constantine, wearing a long gray trench coat and a hood, was curled up, half-kneeling behind a dark, chaotic basement, beside him, there were dozens of similarly dressed people. , Zhengshen knelt on the ground chanting.

It is neither a Buddhist scripture nor a prayer of Christ. If you listen carefully, there are some noisy and depressive sounds in your ears. It is a consecration praising a dark space evil god named Domam. Knowing which writer I was looking for wrote it. Not only is it awkward, but there are serious loopholes in many places.

Especially for a "professional" like Constantine, this kind of prayer is completely meaningless, and it is impossible to connect with the dark evil god Domam, but this is also the reason why he came here.

"I said, Constantine, are you sure you have no problem staying here?"

Chas Chandler, who also wears a gray hood and wraps his chubby body in a long robe, looked at the ghostly and suspicious scene in front of him with horror. This veteran taxi driver always felt like he was being surrounded by the old man. My friend is pitted, and this scene is not normal.

"Shhh"

Pretending to be chanting, Constantine, who was actually smoking a cigarette, turned his head and gestured to his only good friend, lowering his voice.

"Don't be silly, Chandler, there must be problems here, but don't worry about them, Domam is coming, and the whole New York will be destroyed. Only here is safe... We will stay here until the disaster Go out after the end."

He patted his timid friend on the shoulder,

"Pretend to be a cultist...understand? It's just a disguise! It does not conflict with your beliefs."

"But, but that Domam..."

Chandler is a sincere Catholic, and he feels uncomfortable staying here.

"Don't go there! I didn't tell you, you can go to any church, don't go to St. John's Church!"

Constantine threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground, "There are things in St. John's Church that do not belong to this world! You idiot, I am saving you, you are just an ordinary person, don’t talk to them On the relationship!"

Just as the two people were talking, this long and boring prayer finally came to the end. The "priest" standing on the high platform, wearing a weird black robe and holding a bone staff in his hands spread his hands, like Shouting like a madman,

"Ah, Domam, the supreme god who controls darkness and time, gives us your endless time, to your sincere believers, we pray with soul and flesh, and give our will to you, please come In this unclean world, use darkness to purify the world. Those who do not believe in you will fall into darkness, and those who believe in you will have eternal life!"

"Sing to you, great Domam!"

He raised his head, the hood slipped slightly, Constantine's eyes widened at this moment, he saw the dark, dry skin around the priest's eyes, he turned his head and cursed.

"Damn! This is a true believer! The guy who has received the power of Domam...Oh, things are a little troublesome."

"what happened?"

Chandler looked terrified and couldn't help but wrap his gray hood tightly, as if it could bring him a touch of warmth. He looked at his old friend nervously. He knew that Constantine was a little weird. He is an out-and-out master in occultism.

"Nothing... it might be a bit bad for me."

He stuffed a golden coin into Chandler's hand and added a tone of voice, "When you go to the "baptism" in a while, hold it tightly! It can protect your soul from the evil spirits, hell, see Domam I'm here to play for real."

"Come on, believers, let us welcome two new friends!"

The bone stick in the hand of the mad priest pointed towards Constantine and Chandler who were shrinking behind, so the believers all made way for the two "new friends". The priest was in front of him. There was a wooden basin, but it was not holy water, but a black, slimy, disgusting liquid.

"Come on, come and receive the blessing of the great god Domam!"

This sound fell in the ears of Constantine and Chandler like a urging spell, and the most terrible thing was that they were surrounded by dozens of Protestants, and they couldn't run away.

The self-proclaimed hell detective has a way of dealing with demons and ghosts, but in the face of these real threats, he can do much less.

Under the gaze of those dozens of pairs of eyes, the two walked stiffly towards the blessing platform. The dark-eyed priest’s fingers were already placed in the basin of disgusting things, as if he was preparing to baptize them. Looking at the hesitant Constantine and the frightened Chandler, with a playful smile on his face, he said softly,

"Don't be nervous, after the baptism, we are the real brothers. We will be bathed in the dark glory of Domam. Come on, offer our souls to Domam!"

Chandler could no longer help his inner fear. He grabbed Constantine's arm and was about to pull his old friend towards the door behind him, but was surrounded by a group of cultists and pressed his body. Kang Standing stiffly on the spot, his left hand was already in his pocket, and when he took it out, his hand was already covered with a finger tiger engraved with the scriptures of God.

"Let go of him!"

The guy shouted, and the priest glanced at him disdainfully, "Yes... as long as you sacrifice your soul, Constantine, do you think you can hide from my lord? Fortunately, the great he needs you now He serves!"

"Send your soul and become one of us! Constantine, otherwise just watch your brother die!"

"No! No! John, run! Leave me alone!"

Chandler is a really good old man in his heart. Even in this case, he still wants to let his old friends leave. They grew up together. Chandler has a cowardly personality, and Constantine always serves him. In his early years, even if he was an adult, he didn't have many friends. He was in a humble position and lived a hard life, but Constantine never changed his friendship.

This is enough for Chandler to save his life and death at this moment.

"Go! John! Fight out! Leave me alone!"

Chandler’s roar made Constantine more struggling. He was notorious for his character and way of doing things, but Chandler didn’t care about it. Even at the risk of being hurt, he had to use his stupid methods to help. he.

Constantine really wanted to help his old friend escape the coming disaster this time, but he didn't expect that his bad luck broke out again and fell into this difficult situation now.

But his hesitation did not last long.

"boom"

The big iron gate of this dim meeting place was kicked from the spot by a terrifying force, screaming and hitting the unprepared cultists behind, killing 5 or 6 people on the spot, and a bunch of people were injured. The smell of blood turned the already chaotic basement into an abattoir like hell on earth.

The rest of the people swept their gazes behind them. Konstantin and Chandler did the same, and they saw a tall figure carrying two wooden boxes stepping down the dark staircase among the dust. Step into this evil god's gathering.

He carried a silver twisted ghost face, and his eyes under the visor were shining with dark red light, like flames.

Constantine's body shook violently, and he was about to flee subconsciously. Saber stretched his left hand to his back, took a cold object, and pulled it out, without looking, and pulled the trigger.

"boom"

Golden flames flew, made of holy silver, and bullets engraved with holy runes flew out of the weird muzzle, tracing a silver-white trajectory in the dark, and accurately hit Constantine... The unlucky ghost.

Seeing that most of the guy's brain was lifted off in this shot, the warm blood splashed on Constantine's face and fixed the hell detective's escape footsteps in place, and then he heard the hoarse. Low voice,

"Just stand there... if you dare to run, I'll break your leg!"

"Ha ha..."

Constantine touched the blood on his face. His teeth were shaking up and down. Among the people present, he was the only one who knew how terrifying this guy was. He would rather face Domam than face it. Cyber ​​Hawke walking towards him.

Domam only needs his soul, and Cyber...will take his life away if he fails.

Cyber ​​is holding a weird spear in his hand. The whole looks like an old-fashioned musket, but in front of the muzzle, it is made into a cross. The whole looks like a piece of gold artwork. The body of the gun is engraved with words similar to the "Gospel", which is the hunting gun.

It is said that when they appeared 300 years ago, every owner would die bizarrely, entwined with a terrible curse, but the lethal power to mysterious creatures is amazing, and the gun body is cold. It is said that this is the curse of the evil spirits and angels who died under this gun. , This gun has a sense of killing lingering on the whole, when it is held in the hands of Saibo, the cold murderous intent is simply rushing to the face.

Chandler looked at Cyber ​​with horror. In just a few seconds, at least seven people died in his hands. However, looking at the figure that was getting closer and closer, the fear in the heart of this timid ordinary person grew. The less, at least, compared with the cultists around him, the image of Cyber ​​is more positive.

"Kill him! Kill this bastard who dares to challenge Domam's will!"

The priest seemed to have just awakened from the killing. He screamed, and the surrounding cultists also rushed towards Saibo, but the next moment, his eyes turned to look at the fierce man who threw at him first, for 1 second. After the clock, the big man was like a ignited pillar of fire, standing on the spot, wailing in pain, the fire of hell ignited his sinful soul, and the flames from the inside out were explosive. He rushed out, roasting his flesh and blood in an instant.

This scene frightened everyone. They were just ordinary people. When did they see this scene?

"Hum"

Another wooden box slammed on the ground, and Saibo’s voice reverberated.

"Ten seconds, no one waits, get out!"