Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

When the first ray of sunlight hits the ground in the early morning, the whole of New York wakes up from its deep sleep. This city with 30 million people is like an awakened monster. The continuous flow of vehicles seems to be roaring towards the sky. Air is seen as a symbol of civilization, and we all know that another sign of civilization is to show oneself to the world.

In the past thousands of years, human civilization has never stood on the stage so confidently and denounced Fang Qiu as it is now, and it has never been as cruel as this era. Maybe just pulling the trigger can take away many lives.

Take away those things that are most precious to everyone.

Matt Murdock wearing a dark red leather armor looked dazed. He stood up from the basement under the ruins of Hell's Kitchen. The completely opaque black visor was already full of cracks, and the very delicate combat stick in his hand As early as when the first wave of bombs exploded, it was broken into three pieces for him to resist the falling stones. At his feet was a mass of scrap iron distorted by flames and explosions, as if it had been burned by flames. It's pitch black.

He raised his head, and the stairs leading to the ground in front of him, the solid concrete and steel mix, completely collapsed.

The basement floor was covered with cold ash, and Matt staggered across them, trying not to think about the origin of the ash, but his crooked footprints were left on the black ash, as if to announce, No matter how hard he tried, he could never escape those shadowy memories.

Matt Murdoch was breathing hard, like a dying beast. He squeezed his painful forehead fiercely, as if he wanted to use this method to squeeze the pain out of his brain, but the smoke from last night was still there. Surging in his brain, the sound waves of those explosions are still echoing in his ears, and the strong smell of blood seems to still remain in his nostrils.

He stretched out his hands, hammered his head twice, gritted his teeth, and hit the broken basement entrance above his head. It shows the fact that:

The passage above his head has been tightly suppressed by the collapsed ruins. He was trapped... like a beast trapped in a cold cage, he clenched his fists and punched the pile above him twice, but he felt nothing but pain. Couldn't get it.

"Ah! Ahhh!"

Matt waved his fist in disgrace, his body was covered with bruises and blood, as a bystander, he completely experienced the war last night, the basement where he was hiding was attacked by three bombs, the hand ninjas and members of the devil gang A life-and-death battle started right above his head. Bullets flew out of the gun chamber, sharp knives were unsheathed, and the sound of blood cutting into the flesh burst out. He heard all the low breaths that represented death and blood.

Like a nightmare imprinted in his heart, the nightmare of the destruction of Hell's Kitchen, he is very likely to be the only witness who is still alive.

"Destroyed...all ruined."

He was leaning against the corner wearily, like a helpless child, grabbing his hair with both hands, muttering to himself, at this moment, Hell's Kitchen was rampant, and the night demon who realized self-righteousness, after a brutal total destruction, he A certain thread in my heart was snapped at this moment.

His life, the home he grew up in, the justice he protected, the justice he upheld, the career he swore to stick to his life, all ruined, all the darkness and light he experienced, those hatreds and loves, those despairs and hopes, All his memories are gone.

What was left of him after last night's devastation?

"Rebels...all cleared...no fish slipped through the net."

"Very good, level this place!"

The sound of two intermittent conversations suddenly reached the dazed Matt's ears, causing him to raise his head abruptly. Under the opaque visor, a trace of anger flashed across his face.

That voice...he remembered! The destruction last night started from this sound.

Hatred is a good thing. It can make people full of motivation. As long as it is used properly, it can make you explode with unimaginable power. When you are at a loss, hatred can also easily guide you.

On the ground, Saibo was dressed in sunlight, leaning on a cane weakly, walking in the burning ruins of gunpowder smoke, around him, the fighters of the Devil Gang who had just had breakfast were still patrolling with weapons, From time to time, one or two guys who are hiding and trying to escape can be caught. These villains will often drag them out of their hiding places cruelly, beat them to death, and take pleasure in this.

In this regard, Saibo did not want to stop him, but Sergey, with his shoulders hanging and his upper body in a strap, followed behind him, answering Saibo's questions from time to time.

The place where the two walked was silent. In the early morning wind, the ashes covered in the ruins were blown up, and small swirls of dust were rolled up in the low air. Even the place where the sun was first born could not change the lingering despair of this place. and dead silence.

"A place of death without hope, huh..."

Saibo looked at the surrounding environment indifferently. In places that ordinary people could not see, those souls stayed in place blankly. Each soul represented a death. These remnants were similar to those he saw in Gotham. Those are the same, as if they have been bitten by wild animals, they are incomplete.

"But this is my revenge, do you like it?"

There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, he turned his head, and densely packed remnants of souls covered the front, back, left, and right sides, he snorted, his fingertips were covered with a touch of black sparks, and he casually tapped on the remnants of the souls around him, just like lighting firewood , sending it completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

He clapped his hands, scattered the non-existent dust, and asked casually,

"I heard you found some strange things in the fort last night?"

"Well, it's a huge basement."

Sergey replied solemnly, "Surrounded by weird energy, Boy Alvin has measured it, and there is at most an extra-large super-scale basement there, but Boy Santa was attacked as soon as he went down, and he said that inside It’s as huge as an underground castle with disordered space.”

"Shadow Realm?"

Saibo nodded clearly, Gu Yi had already mentioned this matter, so this matter must be dealt with, but he was more concerned about other things,

"Catherine..."

"We didn't find it. We searched every inch of land and every piece of ruins."

Sergey lowered his voice, "But I didn't find anything related to the little girl Catherine. I now suspect that the little girl must have run away and was not caught by the Hand, or worse, she is still in the shadows." domain."

Saibo pursed his lips, a trace of anxiety flashed in his eyes,

"Dorothy's injury is terrible, and Semiya can't be contacted. This possibility cannot be ruled out, so get ready, we will enter the Shadow Realm in a while! By the way, are the brothers casualties serious?"

"There were more than 800 casualties."

Sergey said sadly, "Only more than 500 souls were collected, and nearly 400 brothers stayed on this land forever. This is really our worst loss in recent years."

"Hey, if you kill one thousand enemies, you will lose eight hundred."

Saibo sighed, and then a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, "Since brothers have taken this place for us, it is impossible to hand it over again! We destroyed this place, and we will rebuild it... This will be the place where the Devil Gang is in. The first piece of land in New York, this place, belongs to us!"

"boom"

As soon as Saibo's words fell, the ruins around him exploded suddenly, those broken bricks and stones were thrown into the sky, and a dark red figure grabbed a twisted sharp steel in his hand, and rushed towards Saibo come over.

"This is not yours! You Destroyer! Get me out of Hell's Kitchen...!"

"swish"

Saibo pushed Sergey away, and his body took a step back. Because he was hit by Shou Lao's paw, he was still in a strange weakness, and his figure was a little staggering, but he still avoided the horse. With this surprise attack, the sharp steel almost slid down against Saibo's chest.

The cane in his hand whizzed and swept towards Matt's head the moment he stepped back, but at the moment of the shot, Matt made a movement of bowing his head, avoiding the blow perfectly, thank you for reacting. Ergai waved his intact fist and roared, hitting the sneak attacking Matt from behind, but he also dodged the first time.

"roll!"

The furious Matt roared and turned around and lashed Sergey's wound with his whip leg, knocking back the bear-like guy a few steps, and the steel fragments in his hand waved towards Sable again, the latter's condition was not good. Suitable for fighting, he kept backing away, as if being forced back by Matt.

"Devil! Die!"

Facing the furious Matt, Seber didn't panic, he swung his empty left hand, and the heavy silver pistol fell into his hand.

"Is it enough? It's my turn!"

When stepping back to the 13th step, Saibo flicked his wrist and fired four bullets with a bang bang bang. There was no need to aim at all. The four bullets blocked the space for Matt to dodge from all directions, but beyond Saibo's Unexpectedly, Matt's body twisted three times in a strange way before his eyes, dodging all the bullets in less than a second.

But he couldn't dodge the fist that followed, and the punch that inspired the heat flow was imprinted on Matt Murdock's chest. In a weak state, this punch was powerless. But Matt's body was also thrown into the air, and the members of the Devil Gang who were patrolling around also saw the boss being attacked, and rushed in with weapons to help.

Matt, who was on the ground, heard the loud shouts of these people. He waved his fist bitterly, threw out the steel fragments in his hand, then turned around and ran towards the empty alley of the ruins.

"Chase! Catch him! Kill him!"

Sergey, with a ferocious and painful face, waved his arms and roared. More than 20 people chased after him. He turned his head and looked at Saibo who was standing there. The latter raised his wrist, and there was a wound that was recovering rapidly.

"Are you all right, boss?"

When Sergey asked, Saber shook his head, he looked at the place where Matt disappeared, with a curious expression on his face,

"An interesting soul, huh, it looks like the hell's not over yet, keep it locked down, Sergey, until we clear the place!"

"What about the reason for facing the public? Karma Taj's enchantment was removed after 2 days."

"Let's say Gotham Christian is going to invest in Hell's Kitchen...it's just a demolition."

Saibo waved his hand, "Adjust a few large construction machinery for show, those local people only care about what they will get from this demolition, it's nothing more than throwing a handful of money, it's no big deal."

On the other side, in the depths of the Shadow Realm, the space in the basement that was completely filled with the power of the beast has been completely distorted. The most conspicuous feature is that the space here has become huge. The basement built in a special way is combined with the power of the beast. Let this basement truly become a hanging castle.

In the end, warriors loyal to the new leader of the Hand patrol here, making this already weird space more dangerous, but in fact its connection with the outside world has not been severed.

Murakami, the new leader with a lot of weird lines on his face, stroked the handle of the katana on his waist. He turned his back to the people behind him, and his voice became hoarse as if rubbed with a scrub cloth.

"How did they answer?"

The black Suowanda, who also had black lines on his face, picked up his mobile phone, glanced at it, his face was full of disappointment,

"No answer at all, so are they going to just abandon us?"

The black man clenched his fists and looked anxious, "Damn it, they suggested that we use Gotham as the second stronghold! They encouraged us! Are they going to die now?"

"Do not be silly!"

The blogger sitting next to Murakami threw his gloves aside very annoyedly, "We have made it clear that we have been given up, and now the Devil Gang is still blocking the block. Instead of complaining, we should think about how to break the situation."

"Alexandra, how is the soul collection going?"

Murakami asked without looking back, and the last person hiding in the darkness snorted, "Everything is ready, including the most perfect material, what are you going to do?"

"Without further delay, we will perform a sacrifice tonight, awaken the beast, let the material accept its power, and then we will fight out and reorganize the Hand."

Murakami's tone was very calm, and he didn't look like a person at the end of the road, "At that time, whether it's the devil gang or the snake hiding in the dark, whether it's the shadow fighters who use us, or the foot gang who betrayed us, these accounts, Let's settle with them slowly."

"Madam Gao is dead, she died like a real Hand ninja...until she dies in front of us"

Murakami's voice became lighter, "The last imprint of the ancient times of the Hand has dissipated, but this is a good thing, and it has taught us a profound lesson. We need a stronger force to support our ambitions, so let's be pragmatic. , Save your life first, and then think about other things."

He turned around and calmly admitted his mistake. He glanced at the three people in front of him, stretched out his hand, and put it in front of him.

"It's time to fight for ourselves, to face a strong enemy, to show courage... After tonight, we will be true brothers and sisters."

At the same time, Saibo stood at the entrance of the Shadow Realm, looking at the dark vortex-like gate. Behind him, the members who were preparing for the assault were fully prepared, Santals, Alvin, Xia Sen, etc. Wait, just wait for Saibo to give an order, and then he will enter the Shadow Realm, but at this moment, a member hurried in and whispered in Saibo's ear,

"Boss, there is a strange guy who wants to see you... He claims to be a special envoy, and he said he has news about Miss."

(I recommend a book "Extreme Cultivation of Immortals". This book is not suitable for old bookworms, but if you want to change your taste, you can go and read it. The author is also a very powerful guy. He is currently in a swing period. Everyone give him Be warm.)