Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Night is a word closely related to darkness. Many times, when we mention night, we can't help but think of darkness. When we mention darkness, the next word that appears is night.

The story often begins at night.

"Crack"

In the high altitude, the door of the small plane was opened, and the cold night breeze madly poured into the cabin. Even the pilot wearing the winter suit felt a bit of chill, but as the most elite mercenary, he was early I learned not to comment on the employer’s behavior.

At the door of the cold wind, a man in a flying squirrel uniform unfastened his seat belt from his seat and stood up. He first stuck his head and glanced at the night below, seeing that the familiar city is no longer there. When it was so magnificent, and even when there was some faint restlessness and flames, this person's face frowned.

A flash of chill flickered in his eyes, and those eyes belonged to only one person, Bruce Wayne, or Batman.

"Huh"

The dark human figure jumped down from the small plane, clinging his arms to his side in the air skilfully, letting his body rush towards the city below like a sharp arrow. In the cold night that could freeze anyone, he Without blinking, he stared at the illuminated silhouette in the dark below, that was his city, that was Gotham.

What he wants to protect is not the city itself, what he wants to preach, nor his behavior itself, but no matter from what angle he will not allow a group of outsiders to trample on the city in this way, not only trampling on the outside , Even the soul with its inner core is torn apart.

Can't be forgiven!

And in the city below, the frantic thugs didn’t know that a guy had come to beat them up from the sky. They were still carnival and have fun. The streets were full of rich people who were dragged out of their homes. They His wallet was forcibly taken away, and the thugs didn't even leave them a coat, seized their home, took out their collection, smashed them, and squandered.

Some of the worst guys are also looking at their family members. Many of the wives who be kind to others have encountered heinous abuse. Many of them chose to end their lives in pain, and those who dared to resist were caught These irritated red-eyed thugs were dragged onto the street and killed.

Called the name of freedom, doing the most brutal things, the scum in these cities call themselves "just people", arbitrarily snatching everything that others have worked so hard, like human demons walking in the world, reveling In a feast of flesh and blood, the innocents could not fight this growing turbid current, and could only drag their family members to walk in the dark in embarrassment, watching their homes occupied by a group of bastards.

Without the shackles of the law, without compulsory punishment, the darkness of human nature is fully exposed at this moment. When the perpetrators will not be punished but will be called heroes, it represents the most terrifying dark age. The arrival of the speculators, who have been standing on the moral standards, were the first to join them, and then they attracted the restless citizens, so

Although the chaos has just begun, before this dark dawn, most of the city has been plunged into the craziest chaos in history, and even the chaos caused by the clown in the first place cannot match it.

The clown just exposes the dark truth of society and leads everything to chaos, while the group of people in front of them are using violence to try to overthrow the existing order that is unfavorable to them, and create a hell on earth where they can do whatever they want. If the clown is in chaos Born, then all the mobs at the moment are pioneers who practice evil, and do not cover the forgiven.

A guy who cannot restrain his behavior, no matter what kind of society or environment he is in, can only be a time bomb that harms himself and threatens other people.

"Hey, where are you going?"

Two punks holding baseball bats venomously stopped in front of the poor people who had escaped from the alley. Under the pale street lamp, the blood stained on the baseball bats in their hands was so shocking, the one who was only in pajamas The young woman was full of panic on her face, but she was still reaching out to block her three children.

"What do you want to do!"

The woman yelled, and the two punks glanced at each other, and they both saw the burning desire and tyranny in each other's eyes. They turned their heads and looked at the big man who could only look up, and they laughed wretchedly. sound:

"Hehehe, Lord Prosecutor, two years ago, you sent the boss of our gang to jail, and he died there. It is said that before he died he called us to find you for revenge!"

A tall hippie greedily looked at the amorous feelings on the chest of the outstanding woman, his breath became heavy, he took a step forward, grabbed the woman's arm, and dragged her to the dark side of the street. , In the midst of the woman's frantic struggle and screams, his companion walked towards the three children with the baseball bat in his hand.

"Ha! Boys, your mother is going to be punished, now it's your turn!"

This guy looked viciously at the older child who was protecting his younger siblings, his eyes were already filled with the flames of jealousy:

"You rich young masters, look at the clothes on you. I have to sell the damn boss for 1 year to buy one. And you, you don’t have to do anything, and your parents will buy it for you! It's fair! You damn rich people! You live a life I always wanted, why not give it to me!"

"Batman will punish you!"

The teenage boy’s eyes were full of horror, but even in the face of the invincible evil, he still did not give up his younger siblings. He gritted his teeth like a small beast, staring at him. Looking at the mob in front of him, he shouted:

"Batman will be back! The Red Devil will not let you go! He will drag you to hell!"

"Ah! You are not afraid of me! But where is your Batman? He is afraid! He ran away! Fool!"

The expression on this little bastard's face was distorted, he waved the stick in his hand, and he screamed frantically: "Now there are people protecting us too! Old Bain crushed your Batman and your Red Devil. ! But before that, go to hell! Boy! And the damn behind you"

"boom"

As soon as the frantic voice fell, the sound of a heavy object falling on the ground made the bastard suddenly stop his movements. He turned his head to look at the darkness behind him, where his companion who was tearing the woman's clothes was hard on his chest. Holding something, but like a punctured balloon, he could only kneel on the ground weakly.

"Yep"

He swallowed hard, and he shouted, "It's not him! Not Batman! No! Batman can't kill!"

When he turned his head, he saw a man in a black suit and a bat helmet guarding the eyes of the children. Batman looked at the dregs in the city before him coldly, his eyes shining with indifference:

"Yes, that's not me!"

"boom"

With a punch, the little bastard's body was smashed into the air, and when he landed on the ground, he struggled hard, but his twisted left leg and arm represented his fate. In today's Gotham, this Basically, it is very difficult to recover a life from his injuries.

"Why didn't you kill him?"

Another voice rang out in the darkness behind Batman. Oliver, who was holding military exploits in his hand, looked at Batman's back. He leaned down, stuffed a dagger into the hands of the older child next to him, and whispered:

"Look, their souls are as ugly as their appearance. You need weapons to protect your dear ones."

This seems to be spoken to a child, but when it falls in Batman's ears, it seems to be spoken to him. Unfortunately, his will is as strong as steel, and only by language, there is no way to shake it.

"Because I don't want to make myself an assailant. It's easy to kill and save others, but it's difficult to save myself. The best way is not to be immersed in it in the first place."

He turned his head and looked at Oliver who was concealed in the darkness, he shouted:

"Where is Cyber? He promised me to protect the city and see what it has become after I leave!!"

"Swish"

A shadow arrow grazed Batman's cheek and pierced into the chest of the little bastard who was struggling behind him. Together, there was Oliver's indifferent voice:

"Syber has its own troubles, so the troubles in this city are yours. There are many testers in this city, Batman, be careful of them, those guys won't be as merciful as I do.

After confirming that Oliver had disappeared, Bruce turned his head and wiped the head of the excited child, reached out and fired a flying claw gun. The whole person disappeared into the darkness. He stood on top of the tall building and looked at the high-rise building that was already burning. , He breathed a sigh of relief:

"Fur is really a mess."

On the other side, in a mysterious corner of Gotham, in the cage, strange voices sounded very rhythmically:

"Hum, hum, hum"

It's like a stone hitting the ground. If someone is here, they will definitely go and see what happened, but Bain took everyone away, leaving only the outermost guards and some black magic sculptures to guard here, so No matter how weird the sound was, no one would observe it.

The clown sat in a chair leisurely. There were still a few playing cards in front of him. It seemed that there were some great secrets in them. But the chair in front of him was empty, but at this time there was one more. One can accurately say that a soul.

Very illusory, like a transparent body. Obviously, this soul has suffered some torture and pain, and is now very weak.

"I said, do you plan to stay so silent forever?"

The clown knocked on the table with his fingers, and the soul on the opposite side still had hollow eyes. It was not until the clown slapped him impatiently that the confused soul was awakened.

"Me, what's wrong with me?"

Gordon looked at his hands in disbelief. Obviously, he also found an abnormality in his soul.

The clown sitting across from him gave an evil smile:

"Hey, you're dead, idiot, do you know how hard it took me to drag you out of the dying hell? The cages made by these hell guys are really strong enough, if not for me to stay If you have succeeded, you might have dissipated between the heaven and the earth long ago."

"No, I mean why did you save me?"

Gordon put his hands on the table and experienced this kind of soul activity. He looked at the clown and said in a deep voice, "We are enemies!"

"I never said we were friends, buddy."

An interesting smile flashed in the clown's eyes, and he wiped his mouth:

"I just think that your interesting soul shouldn't dissipate like this. Speaking of which, when you decided to shoot Bain, did you really regret it? Look, because of your last moments of betrayal, Bain is sure You will be furious, you will lose the opportunity to resurrect your wife, your children will even be threatened to tell me, for the illusory justice you pursue, is it really worth it for you to do this?"

"It's not a question of worth or not."

Gordon originally hated the clown, but after he really died, he felt a little bit dull about the hatred. He waved his hand and whispered:

"I just want to understand a question, even if I sacrifice Gotham, resurrect Barbara, and lead her to live in the dark, is that what she really wants? For her, it really is Is it a kind of happiness?"

"No!"

Gordon lowered his head: "It was a torture for me and for her. In this case, I have done something wrong. I put these villains in and almost helped them ruin Gotham. I am a sinner. I can only wash away my sin with death, but I know that it cannot be washed away."

"No no no!"

The clown stretched out his hands and waved in front of Gordon's eyes. He whispered:

"Don’t do that, man listen to me, you see, death is not the end, it’s just the beginning of another journey. I mean, since a new life has already begun, you have to find a way to live. You have to work if you go down, so are you willing to work for me?"

He looked at Gordon and stretched out his left hand. A sleeping woman's soul that had been shrunk more than ten times and Gordon was so familiar was lying in the palm of the clown's hand.

Gordon stood up abruptly, he looked at the clown in front of him incredulously, who shrugged:

"Don’t look at me like that, Gordon, maybe you’ve heard the legend of Gotham’s King of Hell before, I have to tell you, that’s me, I control 70% of the undead in this city. Baine lied, poor Mr. Gordon, he was an empty glove white wolf from start to finish, and your wife's soul has always been with me."

"Look, I have now given you a new choice, and I am planning a very interesting thing, including being locked up here, which is also one of the plans. A plan requires many devotees, so you are willing to do it for me. Working?"