Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Sable finally walked out of the messy Midnight Bar with another wooden box in hand.

Father Midnight flicked the scroll in his hand with a painful expression on his face. The demon hunting gun is one of the best in all his treasures. It is a consecrated item from hundreds of years ago. It has been continuously infiltrated by the souls of demons, making the gun grow into a terrifying To the point, from pure blood angels to purgatory demons, there is nothing it can't hurt.

But no matter how powerful the demon hunting gun is, it needs to be judged from the level of the user. It is almost a dead object.

"And this baby..."

The black man with a full face picked up the scroll in his hand, his eyes were full of fascination, "It is the future...it is everything!"

You only need to find a suitable soul, or slightly modify your own soul, and he will have the power to make all evil spirits fearful. This scroll written by Mephisto with the real name of the devil is a real high-end product , it does not need to be exerted by the Great Demon King himself, it only needs to be signed, and the power from the crazy vengeful spirit and hellfire will actively awaken.

And the best part is, now the entire dark wizarding world knows that Mephisto is locked up... at least 100 years! Not everyone's soul is as special as Cyber, which can carry all the power of the Great Demon King. People like Midnight also have enough methods in their hands to protect their souls from being invaded and devoured by the Demon King.

Yes, all it takes is a little, "technical" trick.

All in all, this deal is fairly fair. To be honest, Midnight has made a small profit. Yes, this is just a deal in Midnight’s eyes. Ding's position is completely a fringe benefit.

"That offal... hehe."

Rubbing his chin in the middle of the night, he crushed the voodoo emblem in his hand. 10 voodoo stitch monsters with stiff bodies, wearing special armor, and a pale face appeared in the bar, cleaning the surroundings under his command. On the ground, he sat very comfortably on the chair, with a ferocious smile on the corner of his mouth,

"Konstantin, good luck to you, my chopsticks friend."

On the other side, wearing a long gray trench coat and a hood, the sneaky Konstantin is curled up, half kneeling in the back of a dark, chaotic basement, beside him, there are dozens of people dressed in the same clothes , Kneeling on the ground and chanting sutras.

The recitation is neither a Buddhist scripture nor a prayer of Christ. If you listen carefully, you will find some noisy melodies in your ears. It is a consecration praising a dark space evil god called Dormammu, and neither is it. Knowing which writer I was looking for wrote it, not only is it a mouthful, but also has serious loopholes in many places.

Especially in the eyes of "professionals" like Constantine, such prayers are meaningless at all, and it is impossible to communicate with Dormammu, the evil god of darkness, but this is also the reason why he came here.

"I said, Constantine, are you sure it's okay to stay here?"

Chas Chandler, who also wears a gray hood and wraps his chubby body in a long robe, looks at the scene in front of him in horror. This senior taxi driver always feels that he is surrounded by the old My friend is cheating, this scene is not normal no matter how you look at it.

"shh"

Konstantin, who pretended to be chanting, was actually secretly smoking a cigarette, turned his head and gestured to his only good friend, lowered his voice,

"Don't be stupid, Chandler, there must be something wrong here, but don't worry about that, Dormammu is coming, and the whole of New York will be destroyed, only here is safe... We will stay here until the disaster Go out when you're done."

He patted his timid friend on the shoulder,

"Pretending to be a cultist... Get it? It's just a disguise! It doesn't conflict with your beliefs."

"But, but that Dormammu..."

Chandler is a sincere Catholic, he felt uncomfortable staying here, he said with some resistance, "I don't think an evil god will shelter my soul, we already believe in God, why don't we go to St. John's Church? "

"Don't go there! Didn't I tell you, you can go to any church, not St. John's!"

Constantine threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground, "There are things in St. John's Church that don't belong to this world! You idiot, I'm saving you, you're just an ordinary person, don't, don't talk to them Get in touch!"

While the two were talking, the long and boring prayer finally came to an end. The "priest" standing on the high platform, wearing a strange black robe and holding a staff of bones spread his hands, like screaming like a madman,

"Ah, Dormammu, the supreme god who controls darkness and time, share your endless time with us and your sincere believers. We pray with our souls and flesh and blood, and dedicate our will to you. We respectfully invite you to come In this unclean world, purify the world with darkness, those who do not believe in you will fall into darkness, and those who believe in you will have eternal life!"

"Praise be to you, great Dormammu!"

He raised his head, the hood slipped slightly, Constantine's eyes widened at this moment, he saw the dark, dry skin around the priest's eyes, he turned his head and cursed,

"Damn it! This is a true believer! The guy who got the power of Dormammu... Oh, things are a little troublesome."

"what happened?"

Chandler, who looked terrified, couldn't help wrapping his gray hood tightly around his body, as if it would bring him a little warmth. He looked nervously at his old friend. He knew that Constantine was a bit weird, In terms of mysticism, he is an out-and-out master.

"It's nothing...may be a bit bad for me."

He shoved a golden coin into Chandler's hand, and said with emphasis, "Hold it tight when you go to the "baptism" later! It can protect your soul from being corrupted by evil spirits, hell, Dormammu see Come to play for real."

"Come on, believers, let us welcome two new friends!"

The bone stick in the crazy priest's hand pointed at Constantine and Chandler who were shrunk behind, so those believers made way for the two "new friends". There was a wooden basin, but instead of holy water, it was a black, sticky, disgusting liquid.

"Come, come and accept the blessing of the great god Dormammu!"

The sound fell on the ears of Constantine and Chandler like a spell that urged them to death, and the most terrible thing was that surrounded by dozens of Protestants, they couldn't run away.

The self-proclaimed Hell Detective has a way of dealing with devils and ghosts, but in the face of these real personal threats, he can do a lot less.

Under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes, the two walked towards the blessing table with stiff steps. The priest with dark eyes had already put his fingers in the pot of disgusting things, as if he was about to baptize them. Looking at the hesitant Constantine and the terrified Chandler, he said softly with a playful smile on his face,

"Don't be nervous. After the baptism, we are true brothers. We will be bathed in the dark glory of Dormammu. Come, offer your soul to Dormammu!"

Chandler couldn't bear the fear in his heart anymore, he grabbed Constantine's arm, and was about to pull his old friend towards the door behind him, but was surrounded by a group of cultists and suppressed his body. Standing stood there stiffly, his left hand had already been put into his pocket, and when he took it out again, there was already a knuckle with engraved sacred scriptures on his hand.

"Let him go!"

The guy shouted, and the priest gave him a disdainful look, "Yes... as long as you donate your soul, Constantine, do you think you can hide it from my lord? Fortunately, the great one needs you now He serves!"

"Give your soul and become one of us! Constantine, or just watch your brother die!"

"No! Don't! John, run! Leave me alone!"

Chandler is a real good guy in his heart. Even in this situation, he still wants to let his old friend leave. They grew up together. Chandler has a cowardly character, and Constantine always stands up for him. In his early years, even as an adult, he didn't have many friends, his status was humble, and he lived a difficult life, but Constantine never changed his friendship with him.

That's enough to make Chandler risk his life at a time like this.

"Go! John! Get out! Leave me alone!"

Chandler's roar made Constantine struggle more and more. Because of his character and way of doing things, he was notorious, but Chandler didn't care about these, even at the risk of being hurt, he had to use his stupid ways to help. he.

This time, Constantine really wanted to help his old friend avoid the coming disaster, but unexpectedly, his usual bad luck broke out again, and he fell into the current difficult situation.

But his hesitation didn't last long.

"boom"

The big iron gate of this dark meeting place was kicked away from the original place by a terrible force, roaring and smashing on those cultists who were caught off guard in the rear, killing 5 or 6 on the spot, and a bunch of people were injured. The smell of blood turned the already chaotic basement into a slaughterhouse like hell on earth.

The rest of the people cast their gazes behind in unison, and Constantine and Chandler did the same, so they saw a tall figure carrying two wooden boxes stepping down the dark stairs amidst the dust. Step into this gathering of evil gods.

He wears a silver twisted ghost face, and the eyes under the mask are shining with dark red light, dancing in the darkness like a flame.

Constantine's body trembled violently, subconsciously about to run away, Seber stretched his left hand behind his back, grabbed something cold, pulled it out, and pulled the trigger without looking at it.

"boom"

Golden flames were flying, made of holy silver, and the bullet engraved with holy runes flew out of the weird muzzle, drawing a silver-white trajectory in the darkness, and precisely hit Constantine... the hapless ghost.

Seeing that most of the guy's head was blown away by the shot, the warm blood splashed on Constantine's face, and the Hell Detective's running footsteps were fixed in place, and then he heard the hoarse voice muffled voice,

"Just stand there... If you dare to run, I will break your legs!"

"hehe..."

Constantine touched the blood on his face, his teeth were chattering up and down, among the people present, he was the only one who knew how terrifying this guy in front of him was, he would rather face Dormammu than Cyber ​​Hawk walking towards him.

Dormammu only wants his soul, but Seb...will take his life if he fails.

Seber was holding a strange spear in his hand. The whole was like an old-fashioned musket, but in front of the muzzle, it was shaped like a cross. The whole was like a piece of gold art, but between the cross and the The body of the gun is engraved with words similar to "Gospel", this is the magic hunting gun.

It is said that it appeared 300 years ago. Every owner will die strangely, entangled with a terrible curse, but the lethality against mysterious creatures is amazing, and the body of the gun is cold. It is said that this is the curse of the evil spirits and angels who died under this gun. Well, this gun has a chilling feeling to it as a whole. When it is held in Saber's hand, that kind of cold murderous aura hits his face.

Chandler looked at Saibo with a look of fear on his face. In just a few seconds, at least 7 people died in his hands, but seeing the figure that was getting closer and closer, the fear in this timid ordinary person's heart became more and more serious. The less, at least compared with these cultists around him, Seber's image is much more positive.

"Kill him! Kill this bastard who dared to challenge Dormammu's will!"

The priest seemed to have just woken up from the killing. He screamed wildly, and the cultists around him rushed towards Saibo, but the next moment, those eyes turned to look at the first fierce man who rushed towards him, for 1 second After the bell, the big man was like a ignited pillar of fire, standing in place, howling in pain, the fire of hell ignited his sinful soul, and the flames from the inside out in an explosive way He rushed out with his posture, roasting his flesh and blood dry in an instant.

This scene frightened everyone, they are just ordinary people, when have they ever seen such a scene,

"thumb"

Another wooden box hit the ground, and Seber's voice sounded again,

"It's only 10 seconds, no one has to wait, get out!"