Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Ten minutes later, three black SUVs rushed into the corner of Manhattan at an extremely fast speed, and more than a dozen agents in black, armed with weapons, charged into the scene of the explosion. The S.H.I.E.L.D. The leader of the troop, Rumlow, was at the end, with black headsets on his ears. After searching the scene for a few times, he connected.

"I'm already at the scene, Chief, but it looks like it was attacked by terrorists. There is no way to determine what weapon caused the explosion, but a pile of twisted steel was found at the scene. Visually, it should be a composite military weapon. Material."

Rumlow is a real veteran. He reached out and took the steel fragments handed over by his subordinates, looked at them in his hands, and added,

"It should be the latest type of explosion-proof composite material. I suggest that this matter be listed as a level 6 incident!"

"Okay, come back when the scene is restored."

Nick Fury's tired voice sounded in the headset, "It's been an eventful year recently, keep observing."

Rumlow nodded, and was about to hang up the communication, but unexpectedly found something again. He bent down and touched the ground twice with his fingers wearing tactical gloves, revealing that the ground below was buried by special techniques. His eyes changed, he pulled it out, put it under his nostrils and smelled it, his face changed drastically,

"No! I found another magic material suspected of being a "dragon bone" at the scene, Director, there are magic factors in this incident."

Rumlow stood up and walked around under his feet,

"The radius of the magic circle is at least about 2 meters. A large summoning magic circle should be included as a level 7 event!"

The director of S.H.I.E.L.D. on the other side of the intercom was silent for a moment, sighed,

"Hey, block the news! Bring back everything you can! Contact the M.I.B Special Operations Department and ask them to send senior agents to finish it off!"

Five minutes later, an old-fashioned Bentley drove out of the garage of the "National Bridge and Tunnel Authority" on the East Side of Manhattan. An old white man and a young-looking black man were sitting in the car. yawn,

"K, why do you say that the S.H.I.E.L.D. always executes its missions at night? Do they follow the standard time of the banking system?"

"Night...well, you're right."

The white man who was driving also looked impatient, "I have worked here for 40 years, and every time something related to S.H.I.E.L.D. seems to come at night, be prepared, J, it is said that this time they found I set up a large summoning array, which is very likely to be used to summon devils or demons, this world is about to fall into chaos, it's really terrible!"

The black man named "J" took out a silver-white, delicate gun from his arms with a helpless face, and it didn't look like a firearm that earth civilization should have. He put it in his hand and played with it.

"Then what can I do? What should I do? Book the nearest boat to Jimmyhal's Field? Look, we can't do anything but clean up their mess, damn it.. .”

At the same time, on the other side of Manhattan, on the second floor of the basement of Tony Stark's luxury villa, in the middle of an empty parking lot, Constantine and Chandler with sore faces looked like exhausted dogs. Same, sitting slumped on the side, his face full of exhaustion.

In front of the two of them, there was a redrawn summoning circle. Seb was standing aside with a cold demon hunting gun. Tony Stark, who was beaten up with a bruised nose and swollen face, covered his face with ice cubes and looked at it curiously. In front of this magic circle full of magic flavor,

"Can this thing really summon any devils or demons? Is there really such a thing in this world?"

The playboy looked at Seber suspiciously, and the latter said indifferently,

"You have already seen the abnormal side of this world, haven't you? Mutants, magicians, and a group of cultists who can explode themselves, so what's wrong with adding a devil? This world is so annoying, so Chaos, so disgusting."

"Is it done?"

Saibo turned his head to look at Constantine, who carefully placed a purple gemstone in the center of the magic circle, and took a few steps back. The large magic circle with a radius of more than 2 meters in front of him seemed to be activated. The rays of light flowed to every corner along the light of the magic circle, igniting various materials around, including keel, emerald, black agate, amber and so on.

The erratic light scattered around the magic circle, and it seemed to be full of a mysterious and mysterious taste.

"Done!"

Constantine wiped the sweat off his face with his cuff, and proudly said to Saibo, "The most perfect summoning circle, you only need to inject a little mana to attract a demon, and your blood should not be able to attract demons." Lord, you won't be able to beat that thing if it comes, but don't blame me for not reminding you, Saber, some guys will be difficult to deal with! You have to be prepared."

After speaking, he took out of his pocket again, and escaped with an ancient scroll, a wooden staff made of laurel, and a carrier made of black goat skin.

"This is a good contract, a master-servant contract, don't confuse it, first pour your own blood into it, beat the summoned thing to the ground, take a drop of its blood and drop it on the contract! "

He pulled Chandler who was fascinated by the luxury car next to him, and waved to Seber and Tony.

"Okay, then we're leaving...I don't want to get involved in this troublesome thing."

After finishing speaking, he sneaked away without waiting for Sable to reply, as if he was afraid of being detained. Tony looked at Constantine and Chandler curiously, and turned to Sable and asked,

"Who is that? It looks like he has a way, and he seems to be a very interesting person."

"Konstantin, a private eye with a bad reputation."

Saibo unfolded the scroll, and there were crooked soul runes written in it, and Saibo still knew that the contract was a very serious matter, and he had to read it from beginning to end, so as not to be tricked again by Constantine .

"private detective?"

Tony walked to the side of the magic circle curiously, reached out and fiddled with the purple halo, like a child who found a new toy, men, no matter what age, are creatures of the second grade, he turned to look at Saibo,

"I don't think a private detective can come up with something like this...By the way, you just said that the person who attacked me was a member of the Ten Rings Gang?"

Tony leaned on the side of the car, grinning and applying ice cubes to the wound on his face that was beaten by Saber. He fell into deep thought, and there was still a trace of sadness that could not be wiped away in that thought.

"Stan's house is empty, his shares were sold out 12 minutes ago...he ran away, and it seems that the man who worked with the Ten Rings was my uncle, the one who, when his parents, treated me as a His own son treats the same old man... No matter what he wants, as long as he asks, I will definitely give it to him, why does he use this method? Why does the Ten Rings Gang want to fight me to the death?"

"I have no idea."

Saibo put away the scroll, he glanced at the magic circle in front of him, and said softly, "I don't want to know, if you want to know, you'd better ask yourself, you have a battle armor now, you are no longer a handless An ordinary person with the power to bind a chicken, Tony, you have to do some things by yourself, give me the information, let me see, what method will our Nick Fury use to deal with me?"

Tony nodded, and walked to the side silently. Seber spoke very bluntly, but what he said was right. About Stan, about Stan, Stark never thought of using other people's power to investigate Clearly, as Saibo said, he is no longer an ordinary person, and he has to learn to do some things by himself.

After experiencing the feeling of flying, after experiencing the invincible power of sitting in the battle armor, how could he be willing to be an ordinary playboy again?

Just as Tony was copying the information, a crimson portal opened in Tony's garage. The playboy turned his head and saw a guy in a red cloak dressed like a medieval hermit passing through the portal. Walking out, Strange greeted Saibo with a face full of satisfaction, and glanced at the summoning circle again,

"This is it?"

Saibo nodded, "You need to inject a little mana into it, as you know, I don't have mana in my body."

"No problem...you'd better get this done."

Strange stretched out his hand and poured a mass of crimson mana into it, and the purple summoning array immediately swayed, like a mass of chaotic water waves, as if something was about to rush out of it, red and purple The rays of light were intertwined, turning the entire garage red.

The ex-surgeon stepped aside and said to Seber,

"Master Gu Yi is calling me. It seems that there is something urgent. I mean, you'd better go with me."

Saibo shook his head, and spit out two words crisply,

"No!"

After finishing speaking, he walked towards the summoning circle. Tony leaned against the wall and waved to Strange familiarly.

"Yo, mage... I'm Tony Stark, a playboy, a billionaire, a genius... You can call me whoever you want, is there a way to cure my handsome face?"

Strange glanced at him, and quickly noticed the shiny reactor on Tony's chest. As a doctor's intuition, he quickly realized what kind of terrible thing happened to the guy with a hippie smile in front of him. Considering the friendly relationship between Sable and Tony, he also thinks this guy is trustworthy, he shook his head,

"I can't... I'm not proficient in healing magic, but if you want, I can try to reverse the time, maybe I can cure you, by the way, my name is Strange, Cyber's friend, he is my Roommate from Karma Taj."

"cool!"

Tony snapped his fingers, and he spread his hands, "Time magic, sounds powerful, come on, don't hesitate!"

On the other side, Saibo lightly stroked the blade with his finger, and a drop of dark red blood dripped into the purple and red magic circle in front of him. Just after the blood seeped into it, he heard a hoarse voice in a trance. ,

"Yo, new souls are always at hand, back off! Mortals, His Excellency the great Duke of Bryce is coming!"

Saibo didn't retreat, he just calmly lifted the golden demon hunting gun in his hand, watching the purple and red intertwined light expand and shrink, and finally turned into a purple mist, condensing in the center of the magic circle in front of him. an entity.

It was a demon with purplish red skin, sharp ears, a long lizard-like tail, jagged sharp teeth, sharp and screaming claws, muscles all over his body, and mysterious magic patterns and patterns all over his body. The scar left by the battle, but wearing a black vest and a pair of black boxers strangely, with a smoking cigar in his mouth.

This guy's face was immersed in the smoke, and he could vaguely see an ugly face, with a horny nose, and a pair of pale yellow eyes with a touch of devil-specific cruelty. These guys look a lot like devils , but to be honest, devils are rarely daring to destroy, but destruction is the instinct that spreads in the blood vessels of devils, but this guy does not have devil horns on the top of his head, but has a touch of blue hair, just like a mohawk hairstyle .

He stood up in front of Saibo, with a height of 2.2 meters. He took a step back, and easily rolled up a handsome motorcycle of Tony with his tail, like a terrifying lizard walking upright, and threw it aside , He reached out to take off the huge cigar at the corner of his mouth, and took a puff of smoke like a spout. In that terrible smell, he looked up and down Sable, as arrogant as a god.

"Speak, mortal, you summoned Duke Bryce to offer your humble soul... Wait! What are you holding?"

The purple-skinned demon finally saw the demon hunting gun in Seber's hand, and Strange on the left behind him who had condensed a rune light wheel, and Tony on the right who was wearing a new steel armor. His instinctive feeling Realizing that something was wrong, he took a step back, his hoarse and deep voice became dangerous,

"What are you going to do? Mortal!"

Saibo raised the demon hunting gun in his hand, he tilted his head, and after buttoning his upper helmet, only his eyes were exposed, and he whispered,

"I'm in a bad mood right now... I want to fight with a guy, you look like a good fit... Ready, Duke Bryce?"

The next moment, those eyes turned a dangerous dark red, and a ring of magma-like flames slowly lit up. When seeing these eyes, the purple demon seemed to be strangled by the neck. Rooster, he squealed in a hideous voice,

"Damn it! The knight who punished the evil spirit! I didn't mess with you!"

"Yes!"

Saibo raised his demon hunting gun and the alloy knife entwined with the flames of hell, and charged forward.

"We don't have any personal grievances, but I have to say, your luck is terrible, Your Excellency Duke! Be serious... Otherwise, you may really die!"