Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

What are Sim and Drax doing?

What do you expect two guys who only think about fighting to do?

It must be something they are good at...

"boom"

The icy sharp blade pierced through the chest of the terrified Priest Ra, and the huge force pinned him, who was wearing a gorgeous robe, to the wall behind him, and his lifeless body swung back and forth on the sharp blade like a flag , the blood was sprinkled in the gravel under the feet, and if you look carefully, you can find a golden crown belonging to a noble priest in the blood-stained gravel, but the symbol of power becomes meaningless after the owner dies up.

When he was dying, it seemed that he could not believe all of this. His empty eyes looked at the magnificent temple in front of him. The sacred building that was re-established after thousands of years and walked on the earth for the glory of God Ra had already passed away. Completely ignited, the flames and gunpowder flying into the sky represented the destruction and brilliance that had come. Under the cold light that seemed to have lost all sunlight, the ruins on the ground made this scene look so desolate.

Sim was bored sitting on the top of the ruins of the temple destroyed by brute force. He propped his chin with his arms, watching the low-level demons laughing wildly and chasing and killing those priests who had no resistance. He was also very addicted to it in the past Because of this seemingly cool job, but now he can only feel a kind of disgust.

"It's pointless to slaughter the weak!"

He sneered, but he didn't try to stop them. These human beings were on the wrong side in the choice of fate, so now they have to bear the price.

On the outskirts of the destroyed temple in this settlement, under the intimidation of ferocious demons, the frightened people were forced to the entrance of the temple. Sim stood on the top of the ruins, watching these people reborn from modern society. Going back to people in the Middle Ages and even older times, he saw numbness, hatred, anger, and despair in their eyes.

All the negative emotions, along with the gathering of these people, made this ruined place even more dilapidated.

"Listen! Humans!"

Sim shouted loudly: "As you can see, I am not an angel who came to save you from suffering, I am a demon, but sometimes, you have to accept help from demons too...Look, behind me, is Some priests who oppress you, force you to give up your dream of freedom, and dedicate everything to the so-called gods, you may hate them, fear them, or even like them, these are all fine, but today!"

"Today! I will give you a chance to choose your destiny again!"

The devil reached out and grabbed a priest from behind who was trembling with fright and couldn't speak, and threw him to the crowd in front. In the past few months, the obedient people who had been taught by the whip and death subconsciously Get out of the way, and the poor priest was thrown on the ground. How strong the devil's hand was, this hit made him scream, his head was bleeding, and he was only half breathed.

"boom"

A broken knife was thrown beside the priest, and the people kept silent subconsciously, looking at the great demon Sim, who had his hips akimbo, and shouted loudly:

"Kill him! Make a clean break with that bullshit belief! You who have stated your position can return to the civilized world and escape from this hell!"

"But if you don't want to...no one will force you!"

The bald man smiled sinisterly: "Would you like to live in this disgusting quagmire, or truly live like a person, the choice is in your hands!"

He glanced back at the sky, and in the scorching desert sky, a dense crowd of flying monsters had already flown towards this stronghold. They had the shape of a dragon, and they held the power of wind and thunder. That was the sky of Osiris. Dragon, one of the symbols of death in Egypt.

Sim jumped up from the ruins, and the huge black dragon-shaped figure flapped its wings and rushed towards the sky. Behind him, flying demons flew up from the ruins, followed behind the big demon, and moved towards the "attacking" The "God Envoys" rushed over, and the demons screamed and longed to fight. The newborn hell is also a cruel battlefield. Only by fighting constantly can they gain enough strength to stand on their feet.

"After the battle is over, we will leave here... There is not much time left for you... Sad humans!"

After a round of massacres by the revived Pharaoh, the remaining population in Egypt is not much, scattered within 7 large gathering points, almost all the remaining people in Egypt, and at this moment, I have already given up my mind The desired salvation was actually brought by a ferocious demon, which undoubtedly made everyone doubtful.

And some people who had been completely frightened by the evil gods screamed incomprehensible eulogies, rushed out of the blasphemous scene, locked in their own broken houses and shivered, but there were more people, and did not leave.

"I... I used to be a professor... I taught history at Cairo University."

A disfigured old man who had been tortured by a cruel life was the first to walk out of the crowd. He was talking to himself, not for others, but more for himself:

"I don't have a prominent status, I have no money, my wife died young, and my relationship with my son is very tense."

The old man bent down and tried to pick up the knife, but he was too weak to pick it up a few times, and his eyes were already scattered, and his voice became hoarse:

"I don't believe in God! I never believed in God! I just want to find my poor son and my lovely grandson. I don't want eternal life! I don't want gifts, I don't want promotion!"

"I just want my life! I just want my family! I just want them..."

He collapsed on the ground, as if he had fallen into his own world. A tall figure walked out from the crowd, bent down, picked up the broken knife on the ground, and stuffed it into the old man's hand.

"Then let's go!"

The stranger said, "Kill him! Go back to your own life, we're human!"

He turned his head and looked at the people behind him who were mixed with fear and longing, and he shouted loudly:

"We are humans! How can we live like domesticated beasts!"

"Ahhh!"

The old man used up his last sharp weapon and slashed at the neck of the comatose priest. The blood splashed out and made the surrounding hot gravel red. This knife exhausted all his strength and made him sit on the ground. And the splashed blood seemed to be a sign, a call. Behind him, those hesitant people finally took action in silence.

They picked up stones and wooden sticks on the ground, and even used their unsightly hands that had been worn out in the construction of the temple, and walked towards the priests who were tied up and had a high status.

They finally made a choice.

The old man looked at this scene of tragic massacre, he didn't know what he thought, he laughed like a madman, slapping the ground, this laughter caught the attention of the young man who helped him, he bent down and asked:

"Why are you laughing?"

"Ahahaha, why can't I laugh? Young man? Look around you... The Red Sea will not part because of our resistance, and there is no great Moses to guide us, and there is no holy Ten Commandments to wipe out all enemies, But don't you think...it's like...this is like a bloody hope for tomorrow?"

The old man's eyes began to blur. He reached out and held the young man's arm. He looked at him and exhausted his last bit of strength:

"Live! Good boy...Live!! Make it through hell and you'll see heaven..."

The young man looked at the old man whose life began to wither in the last eruption, his lips moved to say something, but in the end, he just pursed his lips and nodded vigorously:

"My name is T'Chaka, old man...I will live! I will live with dignity! I will change the world..."

Seen from a high altitude, the seven settlements built along the still-flowing Nile River looked like seven points of light burning in the dark, and almost at the same time, the entire river was ignited. But it's not just Sim and Drax. He has a big business now, so it's not difficult to find a few demon lords who are quick-witted and able to do things.

The reason why it is so troublesome is that on the one hand, the two isolated islands of civilization and the new world have reached an unsatisfied thirst for human resources, and on the other hand...

"The perfect world that the master wants...that is for humans to live in."

The big tengu is shaking his fan, and the white robe behind his back is floating in the desert, which makes this big monster more and more fairy-like. Of course, this is his nature, and it doesn't mean that he wants to be promoted suddenly. Big tengu Long before joining Saibo, he was already one of the most powerful beings in the Demon Realm. It was not that simple for him to be promoted.

Compared to other busy demon lords, he seems to be very leisurely, just circling in the desert, as if looking for something, finally, he stopped on a featureless sand dune, he bent down, his fan shook slightly, the ground The gravel was pushed away, revealing the ruins that had completely collapsed below.

That didn't come from hundreds of thousands of years ago, just a few months ago...Cairo, the capital of Egypt, was burned by the wrath of God Ra, and buried under the wind and sand with people and the city. Millions of people in the city , almost few escaped, and all of them were buried for the city.

"Oh... Evil God!"

Tengu sighed, he waved his hand, a storm formed behind him, it was very weak at first, it couldn't even roll up the gravel, but soon, it turned into a black storm.

"Souls buried under the sand, if you can hear this voice, help me!"

Tengu shouted with a voice that the soul could hear:

"Unleash your anger, your despair, your pain, and let the gods who live high in the sky see... the cry of the people of this world! Pull them off their thrones , let them hear, your hatred, your curse!"

The black wings behind the big tengu suddenly opened at this moment, the fan in his hand disappeared, and his voice became louder:

"Desert, if you have your own soul, wake up!"

"Raise your gravel! Block the sun's rays!!"

"Boom boom boom boom"

The sandstorm visible to the naked eye surged wildly at this moment. At the foot of the big tengu, in the ruins of the city covered in the desert, thousands of ghosts cried, like the open Senluo hell, and those invisible ghosts opened their arms from Rushing out from under the desert, they lost their entities, and couldn't even hold a grain of quicksand, but at this moment, under the call of the big tengu, these ghosts forcibly lifted the entire fallen city from under the quicksand.

The quicksand weighing millions of tons was swept into the air by the big tengu storm, forming the most terrifying desert storm in human history in an instant. The human civilization under the desert is re-exposed under the sun.

That terrifying pillar of quicksand pierced the sky, and even Sif, who was in command of the Asgard garrison far away in northern Europe, could see it clearly.

"boom"

The wine glass in General Sif's hand was completely crushed at this moment, and her eyes shone with unbelievable light. Compared with the blank faces of other God's Domain soldiers, she knew exactly what the pillar of quicksand represented.

It was a demonstration, it was a battle flag, it was the clarion call of war, it was the cry of hell.

He is back!

Overlord is back!

Cyber ​​Hawk is back!

He wants to fulfill the curse of madness left before he left. He wants to challenge the gods who have returned to the world with his own strength. He wants to expel them from this world and send them back to where they should be one by one. .

He's going...he's going to kill!