Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Chaos and order are always opposed to each other and transform each other. In this universe, there is no civilization that is eternally chaotic. After the extreme chaos, what is ushered in is often the birth of a new order.

It is undoubtedly very reasonable to use this theory to look at the changes in civilization in the old world.

After the new world, that is, utopia, is on the right track, the resources from the new world have greatly eased the many frictions in the old world caused by the lack of resources, and because civilization needs to unite all the forces that can be united in the starry sky, Driven by this trend, the Human Survival Alliance has integrated world resources step by step.

Although the process is not very smooth...

The stupid things that the Australian government has done are no exception. In the process of integrating civilization, narrow-minded nationalists fanned the flames everywhere. Small-scale demonstrations and wars broke out in the newly established East Asia, the South Asian Peninsula and the civilized areas of South America after the war. , And the Human Survival Alliance has a very tough attitude towards this.

The unification of civilizations is already driven by the general trend. Anyone who tries to stop all of this will be ruthlessly crushed. Less than 4 months after the Armory of the Armory entered the war zone, the civilization of the earth was at least nominally and completely unified. .

Of course, we are not talking about these jumping clowns, but the real problems facing the Human Survival Alliance.

Europe...to be precise, the European hinterland.

What was left to this land by the war of faith fourteen years ago is a certain influence that has not been able to eliminate until now. Almost all the believers in the whole world gather here, but they are actually harmless!

The most fanatical group has long since died in the war to defend their gods and beliefs. The rest are pan-believers who are unwilling to give up their beliefs. Apart from their different understandings of gods and life, they are in fact different from others. Humans are no different.

However, the trauma left by the disaster of faith to the world is so great that the survivors of the disaster are not willing to accept the existence of these believers anymore.

But for the rulers and managers, this is an issue that cannot be ignored. They cannot leave Europe aside like ordinary people do, even though 14 years ago, they also personally decided not to participate. , Do not promote, not be responsible for the development policy

Just like what Bawang said in a certain meeting:

"If the believers in Europe can rely on their own strength to rebuild their civilization in the chaos of losing faith, then we will not hesitate to reopen our arms to them."

Now, after a long and distant 14 years, this thorny humanitarian and humanistic problem has finally entered the final stage of resolution.

"Om"

With the black and white atmosphere, the shuttle boat landed quietly on the New York airport, and everyone at the reception desk subconsciously adjusted their clothes.

Speaker Charles is sitting in his wheelchair. Next to him, there is a serious-faced Nick Fury. The current Secret Intelligence Officer of the Human Survival Alliance has wrinkles on his face. Those are the traces of time left on him. , But the light shining in that one eye still makes people reluctant to look at him, like a sharp blade hidden in time, still sharp when it is out of the sheath.

On the other side of the speaker, there is the rotating speaker of the Supreme Council of the Alliance for the Survival of Mankind, the former Prime Minister of Britain, Mr. Mountbat.

These three heavyweights of the Human Survival Alliance appeared here to welcome the leaders of European countries who came to visit the civilized world to break the diplomatic deadlock.

In the fourteen-year exhibition, they finally relied on their own strength to overcome chaos and rebuild order. Of course, because 100% of the people are believers, their civilization is more like a religious state in the Middle Ages, despite continuous assistance from the outside world Their system did not lag behind civilization, but from the slightly weird dress of the leaders who stepped out of the shuttle, it can be seen that there is still a gap between them and the civilized world.

"Welcome to you, Bishop Somert."

Speaker Barmont was in the flashing lights around,

"Welcome back, old friend... we haven't seen each other in fourteen years."

"But I don't think this will affect our friendship, old friend."

Mr. Bishop also responded very mildly. Before the disaster of faith, they were old friends who talked about everything, but now they have become representatives of the two civilizations.

On the other hand, Nick Fury looked at the middle-aged man in a suit opposite with a hint of coldness. This guy was a bit bald, but the breath exuding from his body was surprisingly similar to Nick Fury. Obviously, this is also the case. A secret job practitioner.

"Hassan, you finally lost!"

Nick Fury said softly: "It seems that you, the descendants of Assassin, are not as magical as your ancestors showed..."

"We lost because our people desire to return to the civilized system."

The bald middle-aged man smiled indifferently:

"It doesn't mean that our assassins are weaker than your S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. If I remember correctly, with 174 infiltrations in 14 years, your success rate seems to be less than 4o%?"

"That's because Europe has become a place for us to train new agents..."

Fury snorted:

"Our best ghost agents are active on the interstellar stage. They fight for the well-being of mankind every day. Because of their contributions, our fleet can flow unimpeded among the stars... Hassan, you My little trick is out of date, just like your vision, disappointing..."

These words made the spy leader named Hassan look somewhat unsightly, but after a moment, he sighed and stared at Fury:

"Soon...our confrontation will begin among the stars, Fury, I will prove that the power of inheritance is greater than you think!"

"Oh?"

A smile appeared at the corner of Fury's mouth. He stretched out his hand and said softly:

"Very well, as wanderers who have returned to the civilized system, I will wait and see for your future performance..."

Speaker Charles also stood in front of another person. He had blue skin and a conspicuous tail. Obviously, this was a mutant with faith. His skin was engraved with sacred scriptures. He looks like a devil wearing a robe belonging to the priests, and he kneels respectfully before Speaker Charles.

Whispered:

"Mr. Charles, we...finally go home..."

"Child, you are called Nightcrawler, right?"

As the leader of mutants, Professor Charles gently placed his palm on his shoulder, and he whispered:

"Utopia will always welcome any mutant... Whether you believe in or not, we have never regarded you as enemies, and Queen Catherine will also express joy at your return... Welcome home, child."

Just this sentence made the mutant priest in front of him burst into tears. This guy had a little bit of intersection with Cyber ​​and Catherine in the early days. It stands to reason that he should have joined Utopia very early, but After the war of faith broke out, this mutant who grew up in a church still took many mutant believers to Europe.

Today, they are already a very important force among the believers in European countries.

One day later, the European countries and the Alliance for the Survival of Mankind jointly declared that the European countries that have been outside the civilized system for a full fourteen years officially joined the Alliance for the Survival of Mankind. The borders of the countries will be removed and they will receive official citizenship , And enjoy all the rights that people deserve.

Europe will also be classified as a special administrative region, which will become the final place of faith for the final integration of human civilization.

Same as Saibo said:

"Belief is not the root of the problem at all. Under the influence of belief, whether you can maintain rational self-thinking is the only way to identify threats..."

"So, your game in Europe should be over..."

In Gotham’s Wayne Manor, the slightly blessed Mayor Bruce took off his glasses and looked at the clown sitting opposite him without any signs of aging. He said in a deep voice:

"European civilization is integrated into human civilization. You should be very clear that the Human Survival Alliance will not allow a true divine creature to continue to make waves there... Am I right, the clown death?"

"cut"

The clown put the red wine glass in his hand on the table dismissively, he hugged his arms and snorted:

"If it hadn't been for Cyber ​​to steal the black lamp ring that should have belonged to me...Where do you have a good day now..."

As he spoke, his voice became weird again. He pumped Bruce Ford's body up and down. He squinted and said with a smile:

"Speaking of it, we haven't played a game for a long time, my Batman...Will I continue our fateful battle in Gotham after I return from Europe?"

"But to be honest, look at the way you are now, your muscles are loose, your senses are slow, your weight has increased by at least 4o%, fat bat, can you still be able to punch me with your fist? I'm curious..."

For this kind of not funny joke, Bruce shook his head. He put his hands on the table and crossed his fingers, looking at the clown in front of him:

"Batman has disappeared in Gotham for fourteen years, because Gotham no longer needs him, but believe me, Joker, if you dare to do things on my territory, I can guarantee that you will still be Batman beats his head...just exactly the same as it was fourteen years ago!"

"Does it depend on you?"

The clown's voice became fierce, and a ghostly phantom holding a balance flashed behind him. He stretched out his fingers and squeezed in the air:

"The whole Europe is shrouded in my shadow, are you not afraid of me?"

"Huh"

An icy trident protruded from the shadow behind it, and steadily stood on the clown's neck. Behind him, a young man in a bat suit said coldly:

"Then you can come to our Gotham to have a try... I am different from my father. I learned from Uncle Sai since I was a child. I have no habit of being merciful to opponents!"

"Oh oh oh~"

The clown stretched out his fingers and flicked the sharp blade on his neck. He said without looking back:

"Little Damian...He inherits his father's business, tusk, Batman wandering among the stars, this is really the tradition of your Wayne family... Doesn't you feel uncomfortable if you are not a hero?"

"Of course, the hero's blood is flowing in my body..."

The grown-up Damian bent down and whispered in the ear of the clown: "It's like chaotic blood flowing in your veins, but to be honest, Jack...your age has passed, you are already abandoned by the age Old man..."

"cut"

At this moment, the figure of the clown turned into a black shadow and disappeared in Wayne's office. He dropped a word:

"Bruce, your son’s tutor is really not good... I don’t know how to respect the elderly, but really, Damian has been active in the Sagittarius galaxy recently, right? Very good, very good... I'll find you soon."

"The game of stars...ah, it really makes me excited...hahahahaha!"

In the iconic mad laughter, the clown disappeared completely, and on the desk in front of him, a smeared and messy clown poker remained there, like an invitation.

"You made a mistake, Damian..."

Bruce rubbed his forehead, and there was an undisguised worry on his face: "You shouldn't be so provocative of the clown. That madman is very difficult to deal with. Even your Uncle Sai had spent a lot of energy in the past and won. he."

Damian picked up the card somewhat indifferently. He took off the black bat helmet and revealed a younger face that resembled Bruce. He smiled and said:

"Father, are you afraid of him?"

"No! I'm not afraid..."

Bruce leaned on the chair and looked at his grown-up son. He whispered: "I mean, if the provocation just now was not part of your plan, but a temporary motive, then you would be a bit too reckless. ..."

"Don't worry! Father!"

Damian smiled and put the Joker poker in his pocket. He touched his stomach and said, "I already have a complete plan, and where is my mother? Why don't the chefs cook yet? I'm so hungry... "

"Rachel is going to the 10th anniversary celebration of the Gotham Sisterhood. She and the ladies are going to be playing late. We gave the servants a few days off... Come on, son, let's take old Afu. Eat outside...maybe you can meet your Uncle Sai and sit down with a drink."

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