Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Constantine felt very cold.

It was very cold, not only the skin was telling him that he was about to be frozen, but also the cold from the soul, which was a kind of freezing emotion and indifference of the soul, more like some kind of special contamination, he couldn't help but wrap it up. Wrapped in a windbreaker, but walking in a barren desert, just such a means of heat preservation is obviously not enough.

As for why he appeared in the Nevada desert thousands of miles away from New York, this is obviously another story.

"Where did you let me... go!"

He couldn't help yelling towards the sky, "You tell me somehow! Don't torture me!"

"Go ahead!"

That dark voice surging in his heart, only conveyed such a meaning, but it is certain that the person talking with him is a real boss, precisely because of his strong power, he can only use it when communicating. This kind of weak and inaudible way would easily be discovered by the supreme mage who monitors the world.

After crossing the vast sea of ​​space overnight, Constantine as a whole looked like an old dog whose spine was completely interrupted, without the optimism and playfulness he had before, as if thrown into the sewage. After three days and three nights, he completely wiped out the last trace of his energy.

He is like the most exhausted traveler, struggling to advance in the desert at night. He doesn't know the goal or how long he will go. He may even fall dead in the desert next moment, but he has to move forward.

Everyone is born with weaknesses, even the most powerful Supreme Master, and these weaknesses should be protected very well and carefully, otherwise once the weakness is grasped, the end will be terrible, Constantine in front of him It is an extreme negative example.

He personally dug a deep abyss for himself. Now, he is about to be completely swallowed by the abyss he dug out. No one wants to be a running dog, because whether the owner loses or loses, the running dog will not end well, but the problem is Yes, sometimes, you have to be a dog...

This is the most painful for those who hold pride in their hearts.

On the icy and dark desert dunes, the spirit detective looked around. He was sure that he was completely lost now. In such an unmarked desert environment, he walked aimlessly, which is the inevitable result. , But just when he was about to raise his foot again to move forward, a person suddenly appeared in his vision.

"That is..."

He looked at the guy, very far, about a few hundred meters away, and only a rough outline could be seen in the dark, but it was certain that it was a human kind. He staggered forward in the direction of Constantine, but That kind of step is extremely stiff, it doesn't look like a normal person at all, but like...a walking corpse.

"boom"

Walking forward more than ten meters, it seemed that all his strength was completely exhausted. He fell on his back in the sand dunes, splashed a ground of yellow sand, and surprised Constantine who was watching.

He walked over, and buckled the golden fingers in his pockets with sacred spells on his fingers. He held the holy water in his other hand. It took him nearly 10 minutes to walk slowly to that. Next to the fallen guy, he looked at the man under his feet.

"Bad hair, dirty clothes, bare feet, plus this smell..."

Constantine crouched down, frowning and looking at this person who has lost his breath, more like a person who has lost his soul, "Looks like South America..."

He looked at the feet that had been completely ground off. It was an absolutely cruel picture, so cruel that made the scalp numb. He forced himself not to look at those feet. When he set his eyes on this guy’s When he held it in his hand, he saw a flash of light in the darkness.

It was like a light refracted by metal. After seeing the thing that the guy was holding tightly in his hand, Constantine reached out and took the cold metal out of the guy's hand, but it was where the metal was separated. For a moment, this newly dead corpse seemed to be weathered,

It looked like this corpse had been abandoned in the desert for hundreds of years.

This scene made Constantine's face greatly changed. He once again put his eyes on the metal fragment in his hand. It was a piece of metal with no characteristic or even roughness, but he could barely see that it should belong to a certain kind. The wreckage of the weapon, he carefully turned the iron block, and then saw the rune engraved under the metal block.

He was stung by a poisonous scorpion. He threw the thing on the ground like a hot potato. He couldn't help taking a step back, staggering and falling, his feet kept rubbing in the desert to make his body move back. , Trying to stay away from the metal block, obviously, this thing scared him.

"Are you afraid?"

The darkness appeared in front of him in the form of light and shadow, like a dark vortex suspended under the sky. Across the vortex, Constantine could see a pair of darkest eyes looking directly at him.

"Why should you be afraid? Don't you scumbags have been madly pursuing such a powerful existence? Why should you be afraid? Go... pick it up! Get your power and do the real big thing!"

"No! I refuse!"

Constantine looked at the metal strip like a dagger, thrown in the desert in the desert with lingering fear, he cried out,

"I refuse! That's not something I can hold... You are murdering! Murdering my soul!"

"Hahaha"

The voice became icy, "If it's not like this...do you think your soul is of any use? It's just firewood, I sent it out of hell, walked from the big pit to here, the soul of ordinary people There is no way to withstand the learning from it. I am tired of changing the holder frequently...fortunately I found you."

"Desperate and sad, painful and familiar soul, the taste is still so wonderful."

"You must die."

The voice was indifferent, "It can at least make you live longer, don't refuse this "gift", think about Cheryl, poor idiot, do you really think you have a choice?"

Constantine’s rebuttal was stuck in his throat. As an exorcist, in the past, he was actually better at using flexible language and traps to deal with these troubles, but this time, he suddenly realized that language The power is so weak.

After entering the desperate situation, he suddenly woke up. Those things that he once regarded as unknown, those he only rely on to make money, are really worth relying on. At least if he is as strong as Saibo, this The bastard would never want to force him to do things that amounted to suicide.

But regret... it's too late.

"Crack"

Constantine took out the lighter, flicked it twice, and lit the cigarette. He sat on the cold sand dune and looked at the night above his head. The sky had never looked so lonely. He reached out and touched his pocket. He has nothing, truly nothing.

"Okay...well, if that's the case..."

He reached out and picked up the metal bar like a dagger. When he started, the cold metal seemed to smell some kind of delicious stuff. It began to heat up, and finally, the hot power was reflected in the heart of Constantine's hands. , It's like holding coke in his hand, most importantly, he can't discard it yet.

It's like sticking to his hands, there is no way to be discarded.

"Ah!"

He knelt on the ground in pain, holding his right arm in his left hand, and his muscles all over his body were trembling, as if he was suffering from some terrible torture. After a while, his flesh and blood were scorched, but he quickly recovered, just like Cyber's Self-healing is the same, but there is a complicated imprint on the recovered skin.

It was an orange-red pentagram, an inverted pentagram, dotted with complicated patterns, a pair of black wings, a long sword burning with flames, and dotted stars dotted in the center of the mark.

"really!"

Constantine’s face was covered with cold sweat, which was the appearance after pain. He raised his head and looked at the empty sky.

"Sure enough it is you!!!"

And just when the poor Zakang, who was forced to the road of death, suffered in the Nevada desert, in the police morgue in Manhattan, Angela with a cold face and Father Hannessy, who looked like he was recovering from a serious illness, walked into it. , The policeman guarding the door of the morgue looked up and saw Angela.

"Hi, Detective Dawson, you came really early today!"

Angela looked at him, there was no smile in those eyes. Putting the Buddha into another person overnight, she was wearing very casual clothes today, wearing a black trench coat, lined with tight jeans, and Wearing a baseball cap and carrying a small backpack, the whole person looks younger, but the overall temperament has become gloomy.

To be precise, it was much more gloomy than the previous Detective Dawson.

"No, Ferguson, I resigned."

Angela said calmly, "This job is not for me... I am coming to see my sister today. This is the priest I found. He will preside over the funeral ceremony of my sister."

The police officer named Ferguson looked surprised. Angela is recognized as the most promising future star to become the youngest sheriff this year. She actually chose to resign at this critical moment?

He froze for a few seconds, reacted quickly, and said with a heavy face,

"For what happened to your sister, I'm sorry, Angela, you have to take care."

"There is nothing to apologize."

Angela took out her sunglasses from her pocket, put it on her face, and said concisely, "It's not your fault, Ferguson, open the door. I'm very short on time."

The police officer turned around and took out a bunch of keys and pointed to the empty morgue.

"Room 13, your sister is there."

Angela nodded. She glanced at Ferguson again. To be precise, she looked at the two hideous earthbound spirits standing behind Ferguson. They were drawing lives from the police officer. They looked at Angela viciously. , As Saibo said, when she can see them, they can see her too.

Angela was silent for a moment and said softly,

"Change position, Ferguson, and good luck."

A few minutes later, Angie stretched and pulled her sister’s body bag away, and placed it in this cold morgue. In this weather, the body would not change, and Isabella fell from the roof. The location happened to be a swimming pool. The impact killed her instantly, but the body was not tortured very miserably.

The girl in front of her looked as though she was asleep, her complexion pale, especially her lips, she was pale and not so pale, Angela’s eyes were filled with indissoluble pain, until she reached out her hand to touch her sister. Father Hanasse, who had been standing behind her, suddenly said,

"Don't touch her!"

"Ok?"

"Don't touch her! Angela..."

Father Hannahsi took three pairs of gloves from the side and put them on his hands one by one. He carefully turned Isabella's arm over, and pulled down the identification badge tied to his arm, revealing the one that seemed to be a tattoo. But it is like a sign of some kind of cult ritual.

Father Hannahsi felt like he had been burned by the fire. He stepped back two steps and madly crossed his chest.

"Lord... my God... you are right, Angela, your sister is not suicidal. This sign, this sign... Mammon, the son of darkness, a child who committed a more serious sin than his father Oh my goodness! This is crazy!"