Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Generally speaking, powerful hallucinogens will be made into pills or liquids. The biggest problem with gases is that they are easily volatile in open spaces and have poor utilization. But it does not exclude certain special hallucinogens, which can stay in the air for a long time.

The gas emanating from the short man's wrist belongs to this special gadget. After the eruption, it almost surrounds Saber's breath and envelopes his body, and after he erupts these gases, he quickly Lying on the floor, he seemed to be afraid of these things, for fear of getting a little bit on it.

And after Cyber ​​realized that he had made the move, he did only two things in less than a second. He hid one foot on the short calf, then waved his pistol and smashed it. He fell on his head, and the darkness before him began to twist.

The wailing sounds of the short man were also twisted together, like the sudden crying of ghosts in the night, which made people scalp numb, and the dark corridor in front of them was extended and twisted indefinitely, and the frontmost one was in the faint street light The lighted windows, in the eyes of Cyber, became jagged teeth, the teeth of giants!

It was like a big mouth with a swell, rushing towards Cyber. He couldn't help taking a step back. His breathing became short. Not that he was afraid, but the effect of that gas!

It should have the effect of causing spasm of the respiratory system, and poor breathing will also project a dangerous signal in the brain, allowing adrenal hormones to be secreted in large amounts, and the severely strengthened senses will receive the wrong signal and look in the eyes. Everything you get is distorted, and combined with imagination, it constitutes a double psychological and physical fear.

Cyber ​​is not afraid of ghosts and spirits, but he cannot avoid physiological stimulation, so everything he sees is distorted, and his breath becomes sweet, as if it was covered in a dark channel covered with blood and death Among them, and more like being in the stomach of some wild beast.

It smelled moist and irritating smell in the mouth, which made every cell of Cyber ​​active to face the imminent danger.

"This is an illusion! Calm down!"

Cyber ​​told himself that he kept shaking his head and wanted to escape from that illusion. He supported the wall with one hand and tried to balance his body, but when his eyes turned to the wall, he saw It’s a painful face, it’s Dad’s, Robin’s, Rachel’s, Catherine’s, and Gordon’s faces, full of blood, and his palms burned like flames. Retracted.

But the body lost his balance and stumbled for a while, standing in a difficult position, he dared not move anymore, he forced himself to take a big breath, but the **** smell was getting stronger and stronger, almost reaching a kind of let His body trembled.

And the dark ground began to turn, like a black shadow, crawling up his legs, the horrifying scene seemed to be supported by the real feeling.

He closed his eyes, trying to get rid of this ubiquitous illusion, when he couldn't... let the Buddha have hundreds of voices ringing in his ears, that kind of whispered murmur, which could not be understood at all, nor was it true, but The combination of the sound and the rapid distortion in front of him completely disturbed his heart.

It was like a pool of muddy water, the deepest part of darkness, and a touch of broken memory also reappeared through this opportunity.

His eyes became confused.

The wailing of the short man had settled. He climbed up to the window and stood up against the wall. His left leg seemed to be trampled in the fierce stomping of Saber, but it was not that serious. But the skin was also pierced, and the smell of blood that Cyber ​​smelled came from the wound, and was captured by the enlarged senses.

The short man wanted to escape, but it could be absorbed into the periphery of the tissue, and it was destined not to be a good stubble. He took a deep breath and suppressed the pain. He looked back at the cyber trembling body, standing with his head down, his eyes shaking. A flash of viciousness flashed through.

He reached out and pulled a short knife from the back, longer than the dagger, and looked like a special military thorn, unlike the cheap goods used by those gang members, with some scattered text engraved on the side, On the other side is the same sharp saw thorn. A black rope is wrapped around the black handle to avoid sweating and slipping. Even the blade itself is black.

He held the short knife, leaned on the wall little by little, dragged his left leg, which was no longer able to move normally, and walked towards Cyber. There was a sneer in the corner of his mouth.

This gas is the newly developed top hallucinogen. The boss calls it "Fear Poison Gas". Yes, this thing is also toxic in addition to triggering fear. Excessive inhalation will poison it, even if it withstands the outbreak of fear. During that period, he also died tragically because of poisoning.

Of course, the point he just sprayed out was not enough to poison Cyber, but it was enough for him to enjoy the deadly fear.

They have done experiments, even the most venomous villain, after inhaling a small amount of this gas, will be knocked down by the fear that rises from the deepest heart, and some psychologically fragile guys will even be scared to death.

In his eyes, Cyber ​​is just a young man who is not strong. He can't stand this fear. All his counterattack ability has been deprived. Under the influence of that fear, he is dead!

When the short man walked to Cyber, he could even hear Cyber’s sturdy breath, which means that this guy is now immersed in that volatile fear, but he can still maintain his standing, giggling, looks like Is a ruthless character.

"But what about that?"

He licked his lips and raised his dagger, "Go to hell! Asshole!"

"puff"

Splashing blood.

Cyber ​​felt that he had returned to the cold, pale and boring world, but he did not return in a physical form. It was like a passer-by, sitting in a special cinema, and all his past experience shined in front of him.

It's like watching a silent film without sound. It's still black and white, cold, and without a trace of temperature.

He saw his initial self. His initial memory probably started from a snowfall. He curled up, dirty and thin, hiding in the corner of the world. No one cares, he thought he would be frozen to death, Because at that time, the memory was really cold.

But he didn't... the man appeared in front of his eyes, his face was already unclear, he could only barely remember, he was wearing military uniforms, was thin, his eyes were serious and dignified, there was a kind of cold majesty, he stretched towards himself Shot, did you respond? Or escaped?

No... I don’t know. The second screen jumped a long time ago. He has grown up. In a special classroom, he is full of children the same size as him, but they don’t have the happiness and joy they deserve in their eyes. Childlike, what are they learning?

Forgetting...Saibo only remembers that they are wearing exactly the same clothes, learning all kinds of things that children should not learn, and rigorous testing. He will even look at those who were punished for failing the test with envious eyes. The children sent away, they all said that those children were free.

What is freedom?

Cyberchaotic's brain couldn't understand the problem, and then the picture jumped again for a long time. He wore an elegant black suit and seemed to be attending a banquet, but the environment around him was a bad warehouse. A man was tied to a chair with rope and a burlap pocket on his head. He was struggling, but he was speechless.

With a gun in his hand, it was probably the first time he used a gun to kill someone and took away a living soul. The feeling that Cyber ​​didn’t like at first, he remembered that he didn’t like that kind of life. The feeling of killing Yu is very uncomfortable. He doesn't even know what this guy is calling, but that is his task!

Yes, mission! A name written on the envelope, he didn’t care what crime he committed, whether he was a bad guy, he had to get rid of it, and Cyber ​​even felt that his presence was no different from the gun in his hand, he would think, but he was It is required to think with weapons thinking, and accomplishing tasks is always the first.

He watched as he walked up to the man, raised his arm, and pointed the gun at the man's head. Cyber ​​hoped that he could pause for a moment to think, but he didn't... bang, the gun shot, and the man fell.

He turned and left without even looking at the dead body on the ground. Was it the first person he killed, a man or a woman?

Cyber ​​left the warehouse and walked into the darkness. He knew that a part of his soul and existence would remain there forever. The next picture is a person falling in front of him, bullets, blades or Poisons, intrusions, assassinations, or traps, in every place, every experience, those memories that have been messed up because of traveling through time and space are brought together.

His faint headache was also healed at this moment. All the wires were connected in series, completely awakening the spirit and soul of Cyber. He was still him, but there was a thicker thing between those laughs. .

He even remembered the last time he communicated with the man from young to old. The two were screaming at each other like a beast.

"That's the task!!! Enough! That's just your job! Everyone has their own job. You can think of yourself as a cleaner and a gardener. Someone has to take care of those who shouldn't be in the dark. Knowing work, you are reducing those drosses, you are doing good deeds!"

"How could that be the same! It was human life, not a mouse, not a bug! The blood on my hands could not be washed! I am afraid of myself!"

"Then adapt! Become a person who travels with weight in the dark, and be a person who supports them in the dark. No one knows your name, no one knows everything you do, but that's right Yes, that is correct, you are a hero!"

"I...I don't want to be a hero..."

The roar in the darkness is indifferent at this moment, he feels that everything around him is enveloped by the endless darkness, swallowed, that is the fear like the ocean, once he was also afraid, not fear of death, but fear of self.

How can a person alive with a weapon pose fear of his opponent? How could the fear of the fate that the weapon must accept?

Do not! will not! Either it was broken or abandoned. The former Cyber ​​was afraid of the latter, and being forgotten is equivalent to death, and he is expecting the former!

How can the will of iron and steel casting be overthrown by fears?

"puff"

Pain, the pain of being stabbed into the body by the sharp blade awakened Cyber ​​from that kind of thinking. He raised his head, his eyes covered with blood and some kind of cruel killing stared at the already terrified short man.

The blade did not pierce his heart, or his chest, but was held in his hand. The pain, the burning pain and the blood came from his palm, and the heat flow appeared again in the palm of his hand. In the body, and this time, probably finally adapted to everything, and recalled those forgotten pasts. This time the heat flow was activated by his desire to wake up from that kind of torture.

the first time! Actively activated by him!

It's like the eyes opened by a beast at night, like the first cry of death!

"Cough...I have to thank you..."

Cyber ​​whispered that the short man was shocked. He had never seen anyone who could take the initiative out of that fear. Cyber ​​was the first one.

He was the first to overcome his fear.

"You remind me of something I have forgotten, as a thank you..."

Saber's right hand snapped out and flicked gently at the edge of the short man's arm. His palm was numb, and the short knife appeared in Saber's **** left hand, beating between fingers like a butterfly wearing flowers. After a few times, and then hold firmly, like a dark mans darker than the dark across the short man's neck.

"This death, for you."