Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

"Hoo... Hoo"

In the deep and dark sewer, a man covered in blood is struggling hard. After the city was thrown into the fissure of the demon world, the dark spiritual power around the still functioning summoning circle has become so strong that ordinary people can't bear it. , in this kind of place, every step is a terrible torture. Inhaling dark spiritual power is as painful as inhaling corrosive gas, and the arms exposed to the air are also burning abnormally.

But he didn't give up. Wrapped in a tattered coat, he struggled forward in the sewage mixed with blood and minced meat, surrounded by corpses eaten by evil spirits, those brothers who were sent into the sewer as sacrifices Tan policemen, almost none of them survived this disaster.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, and all the wreckage that could be seen was the wreckage after being tortured, making this place look like a real hell.

"My God, Eled, my God!"

Sheriff Swan knelt on the ground. He picked up the completely torn clothes in front of him with trembling hands, and saw the nameplate. It was the first friend he met in Gotham. way out of the world.

"It shouldn't be like this...it shouldn't be like this!"

Swan's hand clenched the nameplate in his hand, allowing the metal to pierce into his flesh and blood. The surging pain gave him new strength, this kind of strength is called hatred. Many times, we do something wholeheartedly. The thing is not because of gratitude or ideals, and using hatred to drive the self will naturally get twice the result with half the effort.

"I'm going to kill them! I'm going to kill...I swear."

Swan held the metal nameplate in the palm of his hand and struggled to stand up. He glanced at the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood on his left and right, as if he wanted to engrave this picture into his mind completely, reminding himself of something that he would never forget in his life. .

He held a warm black stone in his other hand, the sole purpose of venturing into the dead sewer.

Oliver told him that this thing can give him strength. Although he may die, in Gotham now, death is no longer the most frightening thing, and driven by hatred, it is like a machine moving forward. A galloping chariot will either destroy the opponent or destroy itself, there is no third possibility.

"Ahead, in front!"

A gleam of light flashed in Swan's eyes, and after turning a corner, he saw the scarlet light shrouded at the end of the darkness, that was a functioning altar, that was there!

Swan recognized this altar. When he came to the sewer, he saw several altars that were destroyed and could no longer be used. Obviously, there were other people besides him in the sewer at this time. Here, and the target is these summoning altars where dark spiritual power is constantly emerging and pushing the city to the devil world. In this city that has completely fallen into despair, there are still people who are working hard to save it, and there are still people who have not given up hope.

It has to be said that this can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune.

Swan leaned on the wall and walked forward. His legs had become extremely painful due to the erosion of dark spiritual power. It was a terrible torture to move forward, but he still took steps, bit by bit, with difficulty. move forward.

In just 200 meters, Swan walked for five minutes. When he was close to the altar, the radiation of dark spiritual power had reached its strongest. He could even feel that under the wrapping of the coat, the skin on his body also appeared. As painful as being burned in the flames, his body shook and fell to the ground. He struggled to crawl forward, held the black stone with both hands, lifted it up, and slammed it hard on the ground. edge of the array.

Once, twice, three times.

"boom"

The stone was shattered, and dark mist surged out of it, entangled on the altar, as if it was about to return to the demon world, but after a while, a scarlet space crack opened in the air, and Swan was full of expectation and hatred. His eyes, he had seen before, the black shadow holding a scythe in the gray mist reappeared, his figure was more solid than before, and the power exuding from his body was also stronger than before.

This Gotham is different from the previous Gotham. It is in the gap between the present world and the demon world, which makes it easier for the dark spiritual power to invade. This city is full of chaotic and hazy power, although it is not as good as the spirit of the demon world. Strength, but as a summoned shikigami, he can already move freely.

That guy stepped into the ground from the air, he looked at Sergeant Swann who was lying on the side of the altar, he saw the wound on the summoner's face corroded by spiritual power, he saw the eyes mixed with hatred and hope, he saw In the extremely embarrassed body, the fire of life is gradually extinguishing in the young man's body in front of him. In fact, it is already a miracle that mortals can create for him to persist until this point.

"It's really a firm will. In my time, not many mortals can do this."

The black shadow whispered, "So, what do you want from summoning me?"

"strength!"

Swan struggled, gasping for breath, and said with difficulty: "Those who can survive, those who can change everything, and those who can save this city...power!"

"Oh, another zealot for power."

The black shadow shook the sickle in his hand, and his tone became disdainful: "It seems that there is not much change from my time... Those who need power think that they get everything when they get it. In fact, that is just the beginning of a cruel journey , you will be immersed in it, you will not stop chasing, you will be deeply trapped in it, unable to extricate yourself, and eventually become a slave to power that you cannot control."

There was a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth:

"For this reason, you see, I can't give you what you want. In fact, I don't have that power myself. But in return, after your body dies, I will take your soul. I will let you Watch me kill those savage monsters with your own eyes, your city has fallen into the demon world, and there is nothing to save it."

He bent down and said in a cruel tone unique to monsters:

"There is no hope...Give up, pathetic mortal."

"No! No! He told me, I can do it, I don't believe it!!!"

Sheriff Swan roared crazily, but his strength had weakened to the extreme, like a beast struggling in despair, without any threat, and the guy holding the black scythe looked at For all the things in front of him, he didn't care whether this person was alive or dead, it was due to the evil blood surging in the monster's body, he just simply wanted to see these tragedies happen.

In mythology, it is not unreasonable that extraterritorial creatures are always portrayed as evil beings. In fact, for these guys, human feelings are the most incomprehensible thing. In the demon world shrouded in red light, there are very few big monsters who are as proud and indifferent as the big tengu. Most of them appear from the ugliest emotions and disasters. Don't expect them to be kind.

The dangers that Oliver told Swan were actually these. Unless there were special circumstances, monsters would not have kind hearts.

"I do not believe!!"

Swan's last cry was full of despair, which seemed to make the monster very dissatisfied. He waved the sickle in his hand, and the sharp blade looked so ferocious in the flash of dark spiritual power:

"What an ugly gesture, come on, let me send you away!"

"hum"

However, at the moment when the sickle hit Swan's chest, a crimson energy exploded on the altar that had not yet stopped, knocking out the monster who was caught off guard, and made Swan feel the burning feeling. After waking up for a while, he turned around and saw two figures standing on the altar.

A figure was wearing a white robe, holding a fan and an iron flute, with two black wings on his back. It was obviously a monster. The moment he appeared, his nose twitched, and a trace of disgust appeared on his face. With a flick of his left hand, the stagnant air in the entire sewer immediately began to flow, like a sudden wind, blowing away all the disgusting smells.

But the most eye-catching thing is not the big monster, but the person standing in front of the big monster.

That's a human being!

From the black hunting suit he was wearing and the bloody windbreaker, it can be seen that he is tall, with a silver twisted ghost face, raging fire surging around his body, and holding a straight-edged knife full of lightning in his left hand , wearing a golden gauntlet in his right hand, holding two ferocious heads, one with antlers, the other with fiery red long hair, and the stubble under the head is still dripping with stinky blood.

It looked like he had just experienced a fight.

At the moment when these two figures appeared, the black figure who was standing in front of Sergeant Swan just now rushed out of the sewer in an instant. As a monster, he felt the breath of the big monster , and more importantly, the aura of the human standing next to the big monster was as terrifying as that of a Shura ghost.

That kind of substantive killing intent made him tremble as a monster. The most terrible thing was that he knew the sword overflowing with thunder and light. The Demon Realm is famous for its countless big monsters. Now, this sword is held in the hands of a stranger, which means that this person must have defeated Schrader, and even killed him.

This is just too scary...

"Well, Gotham...I'm back."

Saibo moved his shoulders and glanced at the surrounding environment. He understood that this time the adventure to cross the crack was successful. He glanced at the black figure that flew out, turned his head and said to Ootengu:

"Kill that bastard, it's really annoying to look at!"

The big tengu didn't object. In fact, when he was passing through the crack just now, he also heard what this guy said to Swan. With a wave, in an instant, more than a dozen wind blades pierced into the escape passage of the black shadow, cutting the fleeing guy into four pieces.

Seber squatted down, looked at Sergeant Swan who was dying, and asked in a deep voice:

"Do you know me, Sheriff."

"You...you're Cyber...great, you're back..."

Swan didn't know the power coming out of there, grabbed Seber's arm, and shouted:

"Go and save Gotham, dead...everyone is dead, Commissioner Gordon is dead, the mayor is dead, they threw the city into the abyss, they tricked the cops into the sewers to slaughter, here , Our home is going to be destroyed here, save it! Save it!"

"Gordon..."

Saibo's eyes narrowed, he took a deep breath, and put the heads of the two big monsters in his hand in front of Swan, which were the spoils of war he had been summoned to the Demon Realm before, after a frantic fight, He flicked out a dark green demon healing stone, stuffed it into Swan's mouth, and whispered:

"Your courage has created a chance for me to return, Sheriff, and I will also give you a chance. People like you shouldn't just die like this. You should have a brighter future. Choose one of these two heads, Sacrifice it as a token, and then follow me to fight out, embrace your destiny, and save Gotham by the way."

The leader of the devil gang shrugged, stuffed a cigar into Swan's mouth, lit one himself, and said in a low voice:

"Don't worry, we're going to kill 'em, we're going to avenge Gordon, we're gonna get all the bastards out, kill 'em all, stand up man, fuck all the plans. ..time to let it go!"