Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

"Huhu"

In the deep and gloomy sewers, a person covered in blood is trekking hard. After the city was thrown into the fissures of the demon world, the dark spiritual power around the still-running summoning circle was so strong that mortals could not bear it. , In this kind of place, every step is a terrible torture. Inhaling dark spiritual power is as painful as inhaling corrosive gas, and the arms exposed in the air also burn abnormally.

But he did not give up. Wrapped in a tattered coat, he struggled forward in the sewage mixed with blood and meat, surrounded by corpses eaten by evil spirits, and those who were sent into the sewers as sacrifices. Tan policemen, almost none of them survived this disaster.

The smell of blood was permeating the air, and the wreckage of torment was everywhere in his eyes, making it look like a real hell.

"My God, Alid, my God!"

Sheriff Swann knelt on the ground. With shaking hands, he picked up the completely torn clothes in front of him. He saw the nameplate. It was the first friend he knew in Gotham. The way left the world.

"It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this!"

Swann's hand clenched the nameplate in his hand, and let the metal pierce into the flesh and blood. The surging pain gave him new power. This power is called hatred. Many times, we do it wholeheartedly. It's not because of gratitude or ideals. Using hatred to drive oneself will naturally do more with less.

"I want to kill them! I want to kill I swear."

Swan held the metal nameplate in his palm and struggled to stand up. He glanced at the sea of ​​blood on the left and right corpses, as if he wanted to engrave this picture completely into his mind, reminding himself of things that he cannot forget in his lifetime. .

He was firmly holding a warm black stone in his other hand, which was the only purpose for him to venture into the sewers that had become dead.

Oliver told him that this thing can give him strength, although it may die, but in Gotham now, death is no longer the most scary thing, and driven by hatred, it is like moving forward. The chariot running wildly will either destroy its opponent or destroy itself. There is no third possibility.

"Front, in front!"

A gleam of light flashed in Swan's eyes, and after turning a corner, he saw the scarlet light shrouded in the dark end. That was a working altar, right there!

Swan recognized this altar, and when he came to the sewer, he saw several destroyed altars, which were no longer usable. Obviously, besides him, there were other people in the sewer at this time. Here, and the goal is these summoning altars that continue to emerge from dark spiritual powers, pushing the city to the devil world, in this city that has been completely trapped in despair, there are still people working hard to save it, and some people have not given up hope.

I have to say that this can be considered a great fortune in misfortune.

Swan leaned on the wall and walked forward. His legs have become extremely painful due to the erosion of dark spiritual power. It is a terrible torture to move forward, but he still steps, bit by bit, with difficulty. Move forward.

In just 200 meters, Swann walked for five minutes. When approaching the altar, the radiation of dark spiritual power had reached the strongest. He could even feel that the skin on his body appeared under the coat. As painful as burning in the flames, his body shook and fell to the ground. He struggled to crawl forward, holding the black stone in both hands, lifting it, and slamming it hard. The edge of the array.

Once, twice, three times.

"boom"

The stone shattered, and the dark mist surging out from it, entangled on this altar, as if to return to the demon world, but after a while, a scarlet space gap opened in the air, full of expectation and hatred in Swann. Looking at him, the black shadow holding a scythe in the gray mist reappeared, as he had seen before. His figure was firmer than before, and the power he radiated was stronger than before.

The Gotham in this meeting is different from the previous Gotham. It is in the rift between the present world and the demon world, which makes the invasion of dark spiritual power easier. This city is full of the power of chaos and haze, although it is not as good as the spirit of the demon world. Power is strong, but as the summoned shikigami, he can move freely.

The guy stepped into the ground from the air. He looked at the Swann Sheriff who was lying on the side of the altar. He saw the spiritually corroded wound on the summoner's face, saw the gaze mixed with hatred and hope, and saw him. Embarrassed to the extreme body, the fire of life is gradually extinguishing in the body of the young man in front of him. In fact, his ability to persist here is a miracle that a mortal can create.

"Really a firm will. In my time, not many mortals can do this."

The black shadow whispered: "Then, what do you want me to get when you summon?"

"power!"

Swan struggling, panting, and said with difficulty: "Those who can live, can change all of this, can save the power of this city!"

"Oh, another fanatic chaser of power."

The black shadow shook the sickle in his hand, and his tone became disdainful: "It seems that there is not much change in my age. People who need power think that when they get power, they get everything. In fact, that is just the beginning of a cruel journey. Being immersed in it, you will not stop chasing, sinking into it, unable to extricate yourself, and eventually become a slave of power beyond your control."

A cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"For this reason, you see, I can’t give you what you want. Actually, I don’t have that kind of power myself, but in return, after your body dies, I will accept your soul, and I will let you Watching me kill those savage monsters with my own eyes, your city has fallen into the demon world, and there is nothing to save it."

He leaned down and said in a cruel tone characteristic of a monster:

"Give up if there is no hope, sad mortal."

"No! No! He told me, I can, I don't believe it!!!"

Sheriff Swann screamed frantically, but his strength was already weakened to the extreme, like a beast struggling in despair, there was no threat, and the guy holding the black sickle watched with a spectator attitude. All this in front of him, he didn't care whether this person was alive or dead. It originated from the evil blood surging inside the monster. He just wanted to see these tragedies happen.

In mythology, it’s not unreasonable that extraterritorial creatures are always portrayed as evil existences. In fact, for these guys, human feelings are the most incomprehensible thing, and they are full of chaos and are scarlet by unknown. There are very few arrogant and indifferent big monsters like the big tengu in the demon world shrouded in lustrous light. Most of them appear from the ugliest emotions and disasters. Don't expect them to be kind.

The dangers Oliver told Swann are actually these, except for special circumstances, monsters will not have a kind heart.

"I do not believe!!"

Swann was full of despair in his final shout. This despair seemed to make the monster very dissatisfied. He waved the sickle in his hand, and the sharp blade looked so hideous in the gleam of dark spiritual power:

"What an ugly gesture, come on, let me send you away!"

"Om"

But the moment the sickle hit Swann’s chest, a touch of crimson energy exploded on the still-still altar, knocking out the monster that was caught off guard, leaving Swann in the burning feeling. After waking up for a while, he turned his head and saw two figures standing on the altar.

A figure wearing a white robe, holding a fan and an iron flute, with two black wings behind it, is obviously also a monster. The moment he appeared, his nose twitched and a trace of disgust appeared on his face. With a flick of his left hand, the stagnant air in the entire sewer immediately began to flow, just like the wind that appeared instantaneously, blowing away all the disgusting smells.

But the most eye-catching thing is not this big monster, but the person standing in front of the big monster.

That is human!

It can be seen from the black hunting suit and blood-filled windbreaker that he wears. He is tall, with a silver twisted ghost face, raging fire is surging around his body, and he holds a thundering straight blade in his left hand. , With a golden armband in his right hand, two hideous heads in his hands, one with antlers on the head, the other with long fiery red hair, and the stubble under the head is dripping with stenchy blood.

At first glance, he just experienced a fight.

At the moment when these two figures appeared, they were standing in front of Sheriff Swann just now. The black figure with the power of life and death rushed out of the sewer in an instant. As a monster, he felt the breath of the big monster. , And more importantly, the human being standing beside the big monster, his breath is as terrifying as the Shura evil spirit.

The substantive killing intent made him tremble as a monster. The most terrible thing was that he knew the thundering sword. It was the Tengu sword of the great tengu ninja Schrader. That sword killed him. The demon world is famous for countless big monsters, and now, this sword is held in the hands of a stranger, which means that this person must have defeated Schrader, and even killed him.

This is horrible

"Well, Gotham, I'm back."

Saibo moved his shoulders and glanced at the surrounding environment. He knew that this time he ventured through the fissure was successful. He glanced at the black figure flying out, turned his head and said to the big tengu:

"Kill that crap, it's annoying to look at!"

The big tengu had no objection. In fact, when he was crossing the rift just now, he also heard what this guy said to Swann. It was too shameful for a monster. The fan in the hands of this proud big monster turned to the side. With a wave, in an instant, more than a dozen wind blades pierced the black shadow's escape passage, cutting the escaped guy into four pieces.

Saber squatted down and looked at the dying Sheriff Swann. He asked in a deep voice:

"Do you know me? Sheriff."

"It's great that you are Cyber, you are back"

Swann didn’t know the power emerging there, and grabbed Saber’s arm and shouted:

"Go and save Gotham. Everyone is dead. Chief Gordon is dead. The Mayor and them are dead. They threw the city into the abyss. They tricked the police into a sewer slaughter. Here, our Home, this place is going to be destroyed, save it! Save it!"

"Gordon"

Saibo's gaze shrank, he took a deep breath, and placed the heads of the two big monsters in his hand in front of Swann. They were the spoils of a frantic fight after he was summoned to the Demon World before. He took out a dark green demon healing stone, put it into Swann’s mouth, and whispered:

"Your courage has created a chance for me to return, Sergeant, I also give you a chance. People like you shouldn't just die like this. You should have a more brilliant future. Choose one of these two heads. Sacrifice as a token, then follow me to kill, embrace your destiny, and save Gotham by the way."

The Lord of the Devil Gang shrugged and stuffed a cigar into Swann’s mouth. He lit one himself, and he whispered:

"Don't worry, we will kill them, we will avenge Gordon, we will drive all the bastards out, kill them all, stand up, man, let all the plans go to hell, it's time to let go. Do it!"