Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

If the average person tells you that he has good news and bad news, it is likely that he has brought bad news and worse news.

But if it's a madman telling you he has good news and bad news, chances are he really has good news and bad news, because crazy people are just crazy, and they don't usually lie.

So Saber thought for a moment, and then said,

"Let's talk about the bad first."

The clown pressed the fingers of his left hand to his cheek, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, "The bad news is that Little Gamble and the others also escaped from prison, and they plan to go back to Gotham to give you and your loved ones a good look!"

Saber glared at him.

"What kind of bad news is that? Is that why they want me to kill them again?"

The clown spread his hands and shrugged,

"Anyway, according to my understanding, this is bad news, but since you are a lunatic, so I don't care about it with you. Let me tell you the good news. The good news is that Mephisto will not come back in a short time. According to my According to the information we have heard, the Mirror Prison of the Supreme Sorcerer usually takes a hundred years to open, so we don’t need to worry about that big devil coming to seek revenge for at least 100 years!”

Saber pursed his lips,

"Well... this sounds good, but I'm curious, how do you know so much about the Supreme Mage? It stands to reason that you, a newly appointed devil prison officer, don't have so much time to inquire about these things, right? "

"Because I have a special channel, well, there is no need to say more about this."

The clown obviously didn't want to waste too much time on this topic, he rubbed his hands excitedly, "I can't wait to go back to Gotham, that's where I should be, and my little bat... aha Haha, I will build a small hell there, so that every evil soul can quickly reappear in this world, so it will be interesting to play, it is really great to die... There are so many more Things to play, it's great!"

After finishing speaking, he stood up, took out the San Van Gonzal contract, and unfolded it. The moment the scroll was unfolded, the sky in the entire town of San Van Gonzal turned into the darkest color. The coming gusts of wind completely transformed a place occupied by undead into what it should be in an instant.

Seber stood beside the clown, his eyes could even see the changes in the rules of the town, those souls hiding in the dark, those souls who had been tortured for 200 years, when the clown tore the scroll For a moment, it appeared under this dark sky in various ways.

"Residents of San Van Gonzale! People who signed a contract with the devil!"

"Come on, according to the requirements of this unbreakable contract, appear before me!"

The clown opened his arms and cried out in the dark storm,

"Come on! Appear in front of me, The Joker!"

One after another, black souls floated in the square in front of the clown. At this moment, the undead, drawn by the power of the soul, blew up a cold wind, as if they wanted to vent their grievances of more than 200 years. When 1,000 undead gathered When they were together, the storm they created was enough to make any ordinary person freeze to death here in an instant.

"Hmph! Be quiet!"

Saibo, who was holding the knife, snorted coldly, the magma-like halo in his eyes was shining, and those dark red eyes swept across the square where demons danced in front of him, like a monster with its bloody mouth wide open. Quiet the crying souls.

The clown coughed lightly, took a step forward, held up the contract in his hand,

"Let me introduce myself, my name is a clown, you can call me a clown, or Mr. Clown, don't call me a freak and a lunatic, I will be very upset, there is only one thing to ask you to come out now, I want to discuss it with you! "

He shook the contract text in his hand,

"I heard that you have been trapped in this place where the birds don't shit for more than 200 years? What a pity...I will give you a chance now, follow me, we will go to another place, a more prosperous, more beautiful, and more awesome, but also In a darker, more depraved, and uglier place, I will use your power to unfold a miniature hell there, but I will not kill you, nor will I wear away your sanity...I will even give you...freedom! "

As soon as this word appeared, those souls who were intimidated by Cyber ​​began to scream again. Their sanity had been wiped out for a long time, but the desire for freedom was deeply engraved in their bones. It even caused an uproar.

"Okay ok, be quiet, you poor bastards! Only limited freedom! I won't let you run around and eat other people's souls, but I will give you a week off for 3 years. There are 7 days of annual leave, by the way, for the souls of those villains, I will not stop you from eating it, after all, you also need supplies, but! All these good things are conditional!"

The clown's voice paused, he glanced at the undead, and he said loudly,

"That is, you can't leave Gotham! You can't until my consciousness is completely wiped out!"

"buzzing"

There was a buzzing of the soul, which seemed to be the way of communication between souls. Seber couldn't understand it, and he didn't want to understand it, but the clown could. He has been a warden for 4 years, and he is already a master in this respect. With perfect firepower, he answered the questions of those undead spirits one by one.

"No! It's not imprisonment, it's a different place, a bigger place!"

"How big? Hey man, are you stupid, how big is a city?"

"Oh, forgot, you guys are 200 years old...Let me think! Quiet! Let me think!"

The clown got dizzy from these questions. He roared, and a huge terrifying ghost appeared behind his body, holding a bone scale in one hand and a soul lamp in the other. A painted skull.

This is probably the power the clown got in hell, which is not worth mentioning to the current Seber. With a little effort, he can ignite the evil in this ghost and burn him to death, but he does not Will do so, but the ability of this devil warden is a huge pressure on these ordinary undead, they immediately quieted down.

The clown scratched his head and thought for a while, and gave these undead a vague answer,

"Uh, Gotham is about... well, one-tenth the size of this desert! Yes, one-tenth of the entire desert, if counting the suburbs and surrounding satellite cities, it can account for five-fifths of this desert. One-tenth!"

He originally thought that this answer would dissatisfy those undead, but the next moment, the first undead couldn't wait to rush into the clown's body, then the second, the third, and finally, the 1000 souls In the form of a dark storm, crazily poured in around the clown's body.

It lasted for 3 minutes. After the last soul entered his body, the ruins of San Van Gonzal, which had persisted in time for more than 200 years, turned into sand in an instant. But now, they have a better place to go, and this place can naturally be abandoned.

The clown stood there, trembling. It was no small burden for him to accommodate 1,000 undead at one time. It was not until 5 minutes later that he barely regained the ability to move. He turned his head to look at Saibo, those eyes It has turned completely black, and there are two dark bat wings on his back, which are blurry and unrecognizable, but the strength of the clown itself has been increased to at least 10 times.

If he wanted to fight Sable, Sable would probably have to work hard to kill it.

"Uh, these bumpkins, in their world view, one-fifth of this desert is as big as the whole world. If I knew it was so easy, why would I need to talk so much? It's really bad luck."

The clown waved his hand weakly at Seber,

"I'm going back to Gotham, bye."

"Can you go back?"

Seeing his staggering steps, Saibo asked worriedly, "Could it be that he was killed by the exorcist on the way?"

"Hey, there is a limit to underestimating people, okay?"

The clown viciously pointed his middle finger at Saibo, "I'm no weaker than a stupid witch, I will find your old man's soul when I go back, and I will do what I promised you, I will I also hope that you can do what you promised me!"

"No!"

Saber waved his hand, took out a cigar from his pocket, put it in his mouth, lit it with a silver lighter, took a deep breath, and said to the clown,

"Although Dad is a bit rude, he is actually a sincere believer... So, don't go looking for him, let him return to the embrace of his "lord", that is the real happiness for him, I Speaking of someone else..."

He carefully took out the souls of Kevin and Sergey from his arms, and handed them to the clown,

"Their bodies are in the central city, you run for me first... Before you leave, I still have three questions to ask you... I hope you answer me honestly!"

"How did you do all this?"

Saibo looked at the clown, "I don't think you did it on a whim, although this is very similar to your style, but I hope to hear the truth!"

The clown scratched his head with some difficulty,

"Uh, you know, I don't like plans very much. I like to inquire about other people's plans, try to figure out their plans, disrupt their plans, use their plans... Then one day, I learned from the Witch Heart Demon Heard his whispers there...and then I thought about the rumors I've heard about the Supreme Sorcerer...and then...Mephisto's plan somehow got known by the Supreme Sorcerer...Maybe he just had bad luck .”

"Sure enough, you leaked the secret!"

Saibo's eyes narrowed, "Let me just say, how could you serve Mephisto willingly, a guy like you can actually become his best employee..."

"No no no! Shh!"

The clown put his finger up to his mouth, "Shh! Don't talk nonsense, I'm not the kind of person who will tell secrets, but... you know, I'm very simple, I always like to talk to myself, and I don't know what to say. I can't hide secrets, I always like to share with others...I swear, I didn't leak my boss's plan to the supreme mage, my God...a person like Gu Yi, the first time she sees me, she will take me directly strangle!"

"Okay okay, second question...why are you doing this?"

Saibo asked again, this question made the clown froze in place, he scratched his hair, and said doubtfully,

"Why? What why? Do I need a reason for what I do?"

A wicked smile spread across his face,

"Hey man, I just wanted to do it, so I did it, I said I'm going to play with Bat for eternity, until his will and the bottom line are completely broken! You really think this hell is for me Was it built? No no no! I'm dead!"

The clown patted his chest, "The dead don't die again! But the living don't necessarily live forever... This is for the little bat, I want him to live forever! Until he is willing to admit to me what he has done Everything is shit! Everything he insists on is meaningless until he admits that he is a lunatic! And until that day comes, this hell will continue to reincarnate... Shhh, don’t tell this secret to the little bat~ "

Saibo couldn't understand this kind of attachment, but he didn't need to understand it, he shook his head, closed his eyes slightly,

"One last question, can I trust you?"

He opened his eyes, the dark red pupils and the magma-like ring of fire danced in his eyes, this is the last question, and it is also the most important question that determines whether the clown can walk out of this place today .

Facing those dangerous eyes, the clown didn't fear, defend, let alone resist. He just spread his hands and said indifferently,

"As long as you don't interfere with my game with him... you can trust me! After all, there is no deep hatred between you and me, except that you killed me once and I blew you up half to death, isn't it?"