Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Many things are not what we don’t want it to happen, and it won’t happen. According to Murphy’s Law, as long as something tends to get worse, it will definitely get worse.

Therefore, a real wise person will start preparing as soon as he notices a problem, to cope with the worst possible situation.

Narrow Island, after the Arkham fire a few days ago, there were a lot more police officers stationed here. Although after this storm passed, no one would come to pay attention to this almost isolated place, but at least for now. The work still needs to be done.

Although the police who yawned did not look like they would not bring security to everyone on the narrow island.

Falconi’s dark empire has collapsed, and in those dark corners that no one knows, the division of this chaotic land is ongoing, and one after another a small gang rises rapidly, and then actively or passively involved in this battle Among them, they were like a group of blood-sucking locusts, lying on Falconi's corpse and enjoying the carnival.

Most gangs can't survive for 3 days, and will be stabbed by other collaborators in the back, so the stronger the stronger, the weaker the weaker, but there are also some lucky guys. On the edge of the narrow island, a small number of people The gang recruited a weird guy. In his planning with black humor that day, they won one incredible victory after another.

If there is no accident, a month later, a big gang will reappear here, but as all the stories tell, accidents will always happen.

In the house almost one step away from the Arkham Asylum, it seems to smell a burnt smell inside. The asylum has become history. Although the fire was finally extinguished, it burned two floors of the asylum , That place can't live anymore now.

So the rescued villains and lunatics were temporarily detained in the police branch not far from the lunatic asylum, where it is now overcrowded, no one is willing to deal with these guys, but there is no way, before the Gotham prison is ready to receive, These guys have to stay here for a long time.

Although it is during the day, the room that is not sunny is still dimly lit, especially the people in the house have drawn heavy curtains, only a dim light, in the empty room, there is a black The body bag, next to it, stood four people wearing various costumes, but they appeared to be intrepid and unusual.

Among them, there was even a guy wearing a police uniform on duty.

A few minutes later, the door to the room was opened. A man dressed in a black dress, dressed very well, walked into the room with a black cane in his hand. Everybody’s body was straight at this moment. Obviously, it was theirs who came in leader.

His eyes are as sharp as the Harrier Eagle, but between deflections, he also gives a trustworthy feeling. His hair is gray, which shows that he is not too young. The most striking is his The beard is not left as usual, but is divided into a special small beard, which spreads to the side of the mouth on both sides until the lower jaw, and looks like the beard of a tiger.

The same kind of gray, with his agile pace, the swaying cane is like a sharp sword with a sheath in his hand, which is abnormally sharp, or, this person dressed like an old gentleman, look Going up is a sharp blade out of the sheath.

"He's here?"

He glanced at the layout of the room, his eyes stayed at a few points for a moment, and then turned his head to look under his cloth. A guy in a worker’s costume stepped forward without a word, and opened the body bag. The unbearable breath came out. It was the body that had been parked in the morgue for 3 days. The taste was self-evident.

The old gentleman took a handkerchief from his pocket, put it on his nose, stepped forward, and looked at the well-preserved body. He waved his hand, and the subordinate pulled the chain of the body bag on again. The old gentleman Keep the handkerchief still in the trash can and sigh,

"Klein, a promising companion, died of this long-lost city because of this long-cherished goal...look out the window..."

He stepped forward and opened the heavy curtains, the outside was the dirty Narrow Island Street, and the idlers who were doing nothing on the street, and from this angle, he could clearly see Gotham City The high-rise building in the center is magnificent, and the comparison between the two is almost like a comparison of two eras in the same place.

"Look here..."

The old gentleman's gaze stayed in front of the window. There was no focus in his eyes. What he saw was something deeper, "Sniff the air here, depraved, decaying, like the corruption that exists on a civilized body. The cyst, its existence, is a blasphemy against this great civilization itself."

"The people here have forgotten the hardships of their predecessors to start a business. They have forgotten their responsibility and mission to be born. They are just living a life of inaction, wasting time every day and wasting their lives. It reminds me of London, which has been burned to white ground, and Jerusalem, once..."

He turned around and looked at the four people in front of him clearly. His eyes fell on them. That was the best soldier in the organization. They had a taste of asceticism on their bodies. This is normal and can stand loneliness. In order to gain the power that ordinary people cannot imagine.

"We are going to fulfill the promise we made when we joined this great organization. This time... no one can stop us!"

"Go, soldiers, gather our companions, destroy, and come tonight!"

Without shouts of exhaustion and no roar of excitement, these real warriors never put their existence into language. Their long-term training is for this great moment, and they have long expected this.

More morale than words is money, but above money, soldiers armed with faith are almost indestructible, and no one can destroy them!

They turned and left, leaving only the old gentleman and a corpse in the room.

No... there is a third person.

"Thalia, are you still there?"

The old gentleman sat on the sofa and said to the empty air, "Are you still following me to the city that must be destroyed?"

"Click"

A plasterboard was removed from the ceiling of the room, a graceful figure fell from it, and stood steadily in front of the old gentleman. She held her shoulders and looked at the old man sitting there indifferently. With long maroon hair, that graceful body always makes people unconsciously think about what kind of face she has.

But the black mask covered the face. The black mask was completely covered. She was carrying a black straight-edged knife behind her back. There were two black pistols on her waist belt.

"Of course I will come. I just want to watch you die here and be killed by your best disciple!"

"You mean Wayne?"

The old gentleman smiled and put the cane in his hand on the ground. He looked at the woman in front of him with no hope, but only a calm and a deep love, "Wayne had the best Opportunity to end my life, but he did not do that. I don’t think this is the benefit of my disguise. I can only say that Wayne Kong has the skills of a warrior, but he does not have the heart of a warrior."

"Peace will kill power, and victory will defeat the will. He is a guardian in this city. He is using the power I gave him to do meaningless things. He is trying to save it, but he does not know that this The city has no cure!"

"He was the same as the first time I saw him, stubborn, firm, but with an invaluable cowardice and stupidity, he always thought he could change everything, but he ignored a little, he was just a Mortal, like you and me, he is doing something that is destined to be impossible."

Regarding the evaluation of the old gentleman, the woman in the armor didn’t answer. She sneered and shook her hand. Something stabbed towards the old gentleman who was near, but he just gently With a wave of his hand, he pinched the cold thing in his hand, and he held it in front of his eyes.

It was a small dart with two blades on both sides. It was polished to look like a winged bat. On the other side, there were two letters, B.M..

The old gentleman looked at the crafts and murder weapon in his hand, he gave a sigh of emotion,

"Huh, if Wayne’s heart can be as good as yours, how good it would be. He would be the best and best shadow warrior in nearly a century. But look at him now. Use this kind of gadget to satisfy his boring heroic desire? What a pity..."

"This was found on Klein's body..."

The woman took a step back, "Your disciple killed him, he has started to kill! His fangs are sharp enough, old guy, you are underestimating! This will make you die here!"

"Ok?"

The old gentleman's brow furrowed, and the sharp bat dart leaped between his fingers, as magically as magic, and finally, he shook his head,

"not him!"

"Ok?"

"It wasn't him who killed it! Wayne is holding on to his inner defenses, I can feel..."

The old man raised his head, his eyes bright, "Someone is trying to disturb our sight, it is the legendary "red demon"! Talia, I don’t want you to get involved in the duel between me and Wayne, but since you have already Come, there is no need to hide the sharp sword...Go and find him! Kill him!"

The woman did not respond, she just nodded, turned and walked into the darkness, and at the moment she was about to disappear, the old gentleman opened his mouth,

"Thalia..."

The woman turned around and asked impatiently,

"What else? Old fellow."

"You... be careful..."

"Huh, you still worry about yourself. I came here from afar to collect the corpse for you!"

"Oh, the destruction itself is a change of power. I have lived for a long time. Death is not such a terrible thing for me. If Wayne dies, it means that he is nothing but the future of the shadow warrior. Yours, if I die... it means that Wayne has really taken that step, he is already qualified to inherit everything from the Shadow Warrior, Thalia, you and he join hands, and eventually will bring the glorious Shadow Warrior Carry forward...He is a trustworthy person!"

The old gentleman's fingers flicked lightly, and the bat dart screamed toward Thalia's back. The young woman flashed her body and caught the dart with her fingers. She did not answer, but strode in The darkness before me.

"I... never teamed up with anyone! I came back with the red ghost's head to prove my ability!"

"Hey, I'm just worried about you...it's not a guy who can deal with anything casually."

A few minutes after the woman left, the old gentleman stood up. He patted the dust that did not exist on his body and glanced at the direction where the woman disappeared. "But still good luck, my daughter."

At the moment when he turned around, all his weak expressions were swept away, and his eyes became sharp and sharp again, like a long knife.

At this moment, he changed back to the steel leader, the steel destroyer.

Lars Al Gore, a cold name, a name that once plunged many countries into darkness, a mortal, but a name that surpassed the existence of mortals.

Tremor, Gotham, he's here!