Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

The ruins of the battlefield in the dock area are covered by monsters and human corpses. Under the scarlet light, a wisp of smoke slowly rises. Saibo is sitting on the collapsed warehouse. Behind him, the Devil Gang who can still fight The soldiers are preparing their final suits. After the return of the leader, the last link of this war machine has been repaired. They are about to rush out of the line of defense to recapture their own place.

"Seriously, aren't you worried about Catherine and the others?"

Sergey threw a small wine bottle, and Saibo took it in his hand, looked up at the scarlet night sky, took a sip of the wine, and shook his head:

"How can I not worry... I crossed the gap between the two worlds, and I came here for them, but..."

"Um?"

Sergey waited for Saibo's words, the latter pondered for a moment, then continued:

"But when I saw the tragedy in this city, I suddenly realized... no matter how well I protect them, they will always be in danger, and I, I can't be by their side forever, just like me What I told you before, they must learn to save themselves..."

"I gave them the best demon seeds, gave them the best training, and arranged for Kevin to protect them, you know, Sergey, put Kevin on the Mexican battlefield, he can top an army , but I still put him in Gotham, maybe I should review my past practices."

Seber stood up and threw the empty bottle to Sergey. He stretched his shoulders and took a deep breath:

"No one is more precious than anyone else's life. When everything is done to the extreme, if they still can't protect themselves, it will be my dereliction of duty. Sometimes, there is no harm in letting them accept some setbacks... The opponent is just a ninja master after all."

He looked at Sergey, his eyes became serious:

"Is my army ready?"

Sergey turned his body sideways and made a "please" gesture. Behind him, hundreds of demon warriors held weapons and wore black armor, standing in the middle of the bloody battlefield. Their bodies were full of wounds, and their armor It was also stained with blood, and after persisting in the frenzy of monsters for two full days, even hard-working people would be exhausted, but in the eyes of these soldiers, there was still a raging fighting spirit.

This satisfies Saber.

He whistled, and the majestic Celestial Warhorse snorted and rushed out from the ruins. Ruogen's mouth was still stained with blood. Obviously, in the previous battle, this beast-like warhorse also had a full meal.

Uh, maybe monsters taste better than beasts.

Saibo got on his horse, grabbed the reins, and walked in front of his soldiers. His eyes swept over the soldiers in front of him, looked into their eyes, and the ordinary people standing behind the soldiers. The greatest courage It can only be born in a disaster. When the disaster of destruction comes, the cowards who turn their backs on the opponent will die faster. Only those brave warriors who dare to face the disaster can hold the last corner of luck. .

Commanding these ordinary people is Sheriff Swan who has changed his clothes. Like everyone else, he has also drawn the strength he needs from the disaster.

"Guys...you all know me, and I don't need to introduce myself."

Sable's voice sounded in this field, and he shouted loudly:

"In the 2 days since I left the city, the city has become like this ghost. My home, and your home, have been destroyed by a group of monsters who didn't know where they came out. I am very angry. I am very angry. Angry, I really want to know who gave them the courage to destroy my home!"

"I also want to know if they are ready to be punished after committing these crimes... So I am going to ask them, and by the way, stab the knife in my hand into their hearts, Give death to those bastards as a gift!"

"Who wants to go with me!"

"boom"

Hundreds of weapons smashed on the ground in unison, causing the earth to vibrate at this moment. Saibo moved his body, and he lifted the evil blade overflowing with thunder, as if piercing the darkness The torch:

"No one gets away with doing evil, no one gets away with destroying our homes, smashing their bones, beheading their heads, and smearing the ruins with their blood. ..tell them this is Gotham! This is not a place for them to run wild!"

"Soldiers! For the sake of our dead, for the blood we shed, take back the city and drive those monsters back to their hell!"

"If they don't want to go back!"

Saibo's saber pointed forward obliquely, and his voice was as cold as ice at this moment: "Then cut off their dog heads! Send them to die!"

"boom"

The dark green magic fire rises from Ruogen's feet, the figure of the great demon shines so ferociously in the scarlet light, behind him, flames also ignite on the demon warriors, and in an instant, a demon army appears On the land of Gotham, Sergey turned over and rode on the Nightmare Horse, followed by Saibo who was advancing, and the demons began to rush to the battlefield.

Looking at those tall and terrifying figures, Sergeant Swan took a deep breath. The black mist wrapped around his body, making his hair turn white, grow antlers, and put on gorgeous armor on his body. With a wave, a mass of terrifying dark energy appeared in the palm of his hand. Obviously, he was no longer a pure human being.

He turned around and looked at the ordinary people behind him, some gritted their teeth with anger on their faces, some were holding weapons, some were afraid, and some, like him, had activated the power they got in the disaster, He became inhuman. Behind him was a young man who looked only in his teens. Holding a rifle in his hand, he looked at Swan with some fear.

Swan also looked at him, and he asked in a low voice:

"Son, are you afraid?"

"I'm not afraid!"

The young man clenched the gun in his hand and shouted loudly, as if to show his courage: "My family is dead, I am not afraid! I want revenge!"

"Okay! Then follow me!"

Swan strode forward: "Let's go for revenge!"

Gotham was thrown into the fissure of the Demon Realm, and at least half of the entire city fell into the hell where monsters ravaged. They ran around in groups in the streets, fighting in blood and wreckage, screaming, rendering the place Like a nightmare, survivors would be discovered from time to time, dragged out of their hiding places, beaten to death with sticks, and their flesh and blood eaten away.

The best souls are dedicated to the big monsters who have already divided the territory in the city, and the ordinary flesh and blood are given to the savage monsters. The monsters in the demon world have declared their dominion over the city in the most cruel way. Like they've done thousands of times in the past, wantonly destroying everything without fear of punishment.

The aborigines of Gotham probably never imagined that this city would end with such a cruel ending. Compared with such a tragedy, enduring street gun battles every day is already a heavenly treatment, but unfortunately, disasters never come. They will not be informed of the time of their arrival. Under today's scarlet light, only the blood-stained buildings still standing can reflect the city's former glory.

Human beings cannot live in fear, but unfortunately, they cannot save themselves by themselves.

"Divide all these souls! Go and catch more humans!"

The big monster, Hair Eater, was leaning against the hall of the former city hall. Under him was a soft sofa that belonged to the mayor. He played with a few howling souls in his hands. Beside him, there were some monster generals waiting for orders.

In the vast demon world, the hair-eating ghost is not a powerful top monster, but in today's Gotham, he is a very important force. Holding a cigarette stick in his hand, he said proudly:

"Take flesh and blood as rations, find more goblins, and organize an army. I want to sweep away other forces. This city is very good, and it will be my best base camp."

"Obey!"

The ferocious warrior spirit bent down to accept the order. He turned around and was about to carry out this cruel order, but at this moment, the ground suddenly started shaking, and there was a sound of killing, and the hair-eating ghost suddenly jumped from his body. Sitting up on the couch, he was about to get angry when a flash of thunder pierced through the wall and pierced into his heart, like a prey pierced by a sharp arrow, and was firmly nailed to the wall.

Ruogen roared and raised his hoof, smashed the wall, and rushed into the city hall occupied by monsters with the demonized Saibo. As soon as the warrior spirit drew out his weapon, he was trampled into rubble by the hooves of the Celestial Warhorse , the other monster generals fled in all directions, but under the direct gaze of the big tengu hovering in the sky, no one could escape the pursuit of the deadly wind blade.

The hair-eating ghost whose heart was pierced raised his head with difficulty, and what he saw was beyond the broken wall, the "big army" he formed was being slaughtered wantonly by a group of ferocious demons. Behind them, the little demons fleeing in panic, Ordinary people who were being armed were shot and killed with bullets contaminated with holy water. Their faces were full of anger and pleasure of revenge, and some daring ones swung weapons soaked in holy water to kill those monsters.

The battlefield seems to have returned to the barbaric Middle Ages at this moment. People cut off the heads of monsters with axes and stringed those things on weapons. Fighting head-on.

"This... this is impossible! How can a mortal fight against..."

The hair-eating ghost struggled hard, but the electric current attached to the Tenggu sword made him feel like he was in hell every second. Saibo was riding on the horse, under the silver visor, his eyes stared indifferently at the Big monster, he stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the Tenggu sword, and said softly:

"Where there is no courage, the evil can naturally laugh out loud, but that is already in the past, monsters, God's punishment, come!"

"swish"

A cold light flashed, blood splashed everywhere, and the hair-eater's head was held in Saibo's hands. On the neck of the war horse Ruogen, there were already 7 dead heads tied, and this was the 8th.

Saibo turned his horse's head, and he saw a middle-aged man standing at the door holding a weapon. The slightly bald middle-aged man looked at the hair-eating ghost's head in his hand, his eyes were full of tears and pain.

"plop"

He knelt before Seber:

"This monster killed my son... He ate him, I can see it clearly, thank you, Master Saibo, thank you for avenging me!"

"boom"

The hair-eating ghost's head was thrown in front of the middle-aged man, and the horse's hooves rushed past him, like the craziest storm, rushing to the forefront of the battle between demon warriors and monsters.

"Take it to sacrifice, in exchange for the power you deserve, and someone else replaces you, how can you be more happy to take revenge yourself?"

Saibo's voice rang in the middle-aged man's ears. He raised his head and looked at the head of the big monster in front of him. With red eyes, he roared like a wolf, and rushed towards the battlefield with that head in his hands. In addition, everyone in this army that followed Saibo through a small half of the city now knows that there are altars where sacrifices can be made in the sewers.

Driven by hatred, people tend to do many things that they were unwilling to do before. They use the method of fighting to support the fighting. One-third of the ordinary people who rushed out after Saibo have obtained monsters through this method. Power.

As Wanda said, the power of monsters is much weaker than that of demon contracts, but they can be mass-produced, and they only need a few more battles, and these people will become the best fighters.

The counterattack launched by Sable was like a spark that ignited in the city. At the same time, at the other end of the city, the embarrassed clown and Gordon supported each other, and staggered back to the original place in the darkness. In the basement of Arkham Asylum.

In order to break through the black magic cage from the inside, the clown used the soul in his hand to attract more monsters, and finally smashed the cage forcefully, and the price of freedom was that he and Gordon were almost killed by the sea of ​​monsters. drowned.

But fortunately, this guy was sinister enough, and in the end he forced his way out and returned to his "home".

"boom"

The soul stone in the clown's hand was smashed by him in the basement of the lunatic asylum. It was like a signal. In an instant, this dead place started to work again. One after another, black shadows appeared from the void, and in an instant, they were in front of the clown. Formed a dense army of souls.

Among them are the 1,000 evil spirits of the original San Van Gonzale contract, as well as the dead in Gotham in the past few years. Of course, more are the unlucky ones who died in this disaster. How many people are there in Gotham?

800W!

Except for the 1.4 million people sheltered by the dock area, at least one-third of the spirits of the dead are here. The small hell arranged by the clown can still operate without his host, but it is less efficient, and only he It has the authority to start reincarnation and release the soul.

"The evil spirits of Gotham!"

With the help of Gordon, the clown stood on a crude platform. He was covered with wounds all over his body, and he looked extremely embarrassed. But at this moment, the King of Hell in Gotham has regained his authority. No longer alone.

"Listen! I am your master and I know what you want to do? Yes, I can bring you back to your original form, but it will take time! Bastards! Be quiet! Listen to me!"

The phantom of the evil spirits behind the clown flashed away, calming down the numbing souls, and he shouted loudly: "The monsters from the demon world have occupied the city, if they kill the last people, The cycle of reincarnation will be completely closed, and you can only live in this poor way until the world is destroyed!"

"Now I think I needn't say much more...Go! Get to the surface! Stretch those monsters!"

A trace of cruelty and madness flashed in the clown's eyes:

"If you can bring 10 monster souls, I will resurrect him tomorrow. If you can bring 1, you will be resurrected within a year. If you can't bring even one...you should be prepared to live in hell for ten years." Bar!"

"The game has begun! Bastards, go, and bring me the heads and souls of those bastards! In the name of the king of hell!"