Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path: 25. Return of the Overlord

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"Call ... Call"

In the deep and dark sewer, a person covered with blood is traversing hard. After the city is thrown into the Demon Rift, the dark spiritual power around the summoning circle that is still running is so thick that mortals cannot The point of bearing, in this place, every step is a terrible torture. Inhaling the dark spiritual power is as painful as inhaling the corrosive gas, and the arms exposed in the air are also burning abnormal.

But he did n’t give up, wrapped in a tattered coat, he struggled in the sewage mixed with blood and minced meat, surrounded by corpses eaten by evil spirits, those were sent as sacrifices The Gotham police officers in the sewers can survive this disaster, almost nothing.

The smell of blood is diffused in the air, and all the eyes are full of tortured debris, making it look like a real hell.

"God, Elid, God!"

Sergeant Swann knelt on the ground, shaking his hands and picking up the completely shredded clothes in front of him, and saw the nameplate. That was the first friend he met in Gotham. The cruel way left the world.

"Should not be like this ... should not be like this!"

Swann ’s hand clenched the nameplate in his hand and allowed the metal to penetrate into the flesh and blood. The surging pain gave him new power. This power is called hatred. Many times, we wholeheartedly To do something, not because of gratitude or ideals, to use the hatred to drive yourself, will naturally do more with less.

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

Swann held the metal nameplate in his palm and struggled to stand up. He glanced at the blood of the corpse mountain, and he seemed to want to engrave this picture into his mind, reminding himself that he could not do it in his life Forgotten things.

He is holding a warm black stone in the other hand, which is the only purpose for him to venture into the sewer that has become a dead area.

Oliver told him that this gadget can give him strength. Although it may die, in the current Gotham, death is already not the most frightening thing, and under the drive of hatred, it is like the same one. There is no third possibility for chariots running forward, either destroying opponents or destroying themselves.

"Front, in front!"

In Swann ’s eyes, a glint flashed. After turning around a corner, he saw the scarlet light shrouded in the end of the darkness. It was a working altar, that was there!

Swan recognized this altar. As he came to the sewer, he saw several destroyed altars that were no longer usable. Obviously, in the sewer at this time, besides him, There are others here, and the goal is that these dark spirits continue to emerge, pushing the city to the Altar of Summoning in the Devil Realm, in this city that has been completely trapped in despair, there are people who are working hard to save it, and others have not given up hope.

I have to say that this can be considered a great fortune.

Swann walked forward against the wall. His legs had become extremely painful due to the erosion of dark spirit. Moving one step forward was a terrible torture, but he still took steps, little by little. , Difficult to move forward.

In just 200 meters, Swan walked for five minutes. As he approached the altar, the dark spiritual power had reached its strongest. He could even feel the skin on the body under the wrap of the coat There was also pain like burning in the flames. His body shook and fell to the ground. He struggled to climb forward. He held the black stone in his hands and lifted it up. Off the edge of this circle.

Once, twice, three times.

"Bang"

The stone shattered, and dark mist rushed out of it, winding around the altar, and it seemed to be returning to the demon world, but a moment later, a scarlet space crack opened in the air, and Swan was full of anticipation. With the eyes of hatred, he had seen it before, and the black shadow with the scythe in the gray mist appeared again. His figure was more solid than before, and his body exuded more powerful than before.

The Gotham at this meeting is different from the previous Gotham. It is in the gap between this world and the demon world, making the invasion of dark spiritual power easier. The city is full of the power of chaos and haze, although it is not as good as the demon world Spiritual strength, but as the summoned god, he can move freely.

The guy stepped into the ground from the sky. He looked at Sheriff Swan, who was falling beside the altar. He saw the wound on the summoner ’s face corroded by spirits, and he saw the gaze mixed with hatred and hope. Seeing his utterly embarrassed body, the fire of life was gradually extinguishing in the young man's body in front of him. In fact, he could persevere here, already a miracle that mortals could create.

"Really firm will, in my time, not many mortals can do this."

The dark shadow whispered, "So, what do you want me to call?"

"Power!"

Swann struggled, panting, and said hardly: "What can live, what can change all this, can save the city ... power!"

"Oh, another fanatical chaser of power."

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

A cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"For this reason, you see, I ca n’t give you what you want. Actually, I do n’t have that kind of power myself, but in return, after your body dies, I will contain your soul, I It will let you see me to kill those barbaric monsters, your city has fallen into the devil world, there is nothing to save it. "

He leaned down and said in a cruel voice characteristic of a monster:

"There is no hope ... give up, sad mortal."

"No! No! He told me, I can, I do n’t believe it !!!"

Sheriff Swan screamed frantically, but his strength was weakened to the extreme, like a Beast struggling in despair, there was no threat, and the guy with the black sickle was watching Looking at all of this in front of him, he didn't care whether this person was alive or dead, stemming from the evil blood flowing in the monster, he just wanted to see these tragedies happen.

In mythology, it ’s not unreasonable that extraterrestrial creatures are always portrayed as evil beings. In fact, for these guys, human emotions are the most incomprehensible things. Unknown scarlet light shrouded the demon world, like the big tengu, proud and indifferent monsters are very few. Most of them appear from the most ugly emotions and disasters, don't expect them to be kind.

Oliver tells Swann that the dangers are actually these. Unless there are special circumstances, monsters will not have a kind heart.

"I do n’t believe it !!"

Swann was filled with despair in the final shout. This despair seemed to dissatisfy the monster. He waved a sickle in his hand, and the sharp blade seemed so in the glint of dark spiritual power. Fearful:

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

"Om"

However, at the moment when the sickle was cut to Swan ’s chest, a burst of crimson energy exploded on the altar, which was not yet stationary, and flew out the unexpected monster, leaving Swan in that kind of burning. A moment of sobriety in his feelings, he turned around and saw two figures standing on the altar.

A figure is wearing a white robe, holding a fan and an iron flute. There are two black wings behind him. This is obviously also a monster. At the moment of his appearance, his nose twitched and a trace of his face appeared. Disgusted, his left hand flicked, and the condensed air in the sewer immediately began to flow, just like the wind that appeared in a blink of an eye, blowing away all the disgusting smells.

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

That's a personal class!

It can be seen from the black hunting suit he wears and the blood-filled trench coat. He is tall and has a silver twisted ghost face. There is a raging fire around his body, and there is a thunderstorm in his left hand. Straight-edged knife, with golden armor in the right hand, carrying two grisly heads in one hand, one with antler on the head, and the other with long fiery red hair, the broken stubble under the head is still smelling down blood.

At first glance, I just experienced a fight.

At the moment when these two figures appeared, I just stood in front of Swann Sheriff's eyes, and the black figure holding the power of life and death rushed out of the sewer instantly. As a monster, he felt big The breath of the monster, and more importantly, the human being standing next to the big monster is as terrifying as the Shura evil spirit.

The substantive killing intention made him as a monster tremble. The most terrible thing is that he knew the sword with overflowing thunder, which was the fairy sword of the big tengu ninja Shredder, and the sword killed the devil Countless big monsters are famous. Now, this sword is held in the hands of a stranger, which means that this person must have defeated Shredder, or even killed him.

This is too scary ...

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

Cyber moved his shoulders and glanced at the surrounding environment. He understood that this adventure of crossing the fissure was successful. He glanced at the black figure that flew out and turned his head to say to the big tengu:

"It ’s annoying to kill the muck!"

The big tengu has no objection. In fact, he just heard what the guy said to Swan when he was walking through the rift. It was a monster, a fan in the hands of this proud monster. With a wave towards the side, in a moment, a dozen wind blades pierced into the passage where the black shadow escaped, cutting the escaped guy into four pieces.

Cyber squatted down and looked at Swann Sergeant who was already in the midst of dying, he asked in a deep voice:

"Do you know me? Sergeant."

"You ... You are Cyber ... Great, you are back ..."

Swann did n’t know the power there, grabbed the arm of Cyber's and shouted loudly:

"Go to rescue Gotham, dead ... Everyone is dead, Director Gordon is dead, the mayor is dead, they threw the city into the abyss, they tricked the police into the sewer slaughter , Here, our home, here is going to be destroyed, save it! Save it! "

"Gordon ..."

Cyber's narrowed his eyes. He took a deep breath and placed the heads of the two big monsters in front of Swann. That was the spoils he had been summoned to the Demon Realm after a crazy fight. , He shook his hand and took out a dark green demon healing stone, which was inserted into Swan ’s mouth, and whispered:

"Your courage has created an opportunity for me to return. Sergeant, I will also give you a chance. People like you should not die like this. You should have a more brilliant future. From these two heads Choose one, sacrifice it as a token, and then follow me to kill, embrace your destiny, and save Gotham by the way. "

The Lord of Devil Gang shrugged, put a cigar into Swan ’s mouth, and he lit one himself, he whispered:

“Do n’t worry, we ’ll kill them, we ’ll help Gordon with revenge, we ’ll drive out all the assholes, get them all ... kill, stand up, buddy/waiter, make all the plans **** Go ... it's time to let go! "