Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Constantine felt cold.

It was very cold, not only the skin was telling him that he was about to be frozen, but also the coldness from the heart, it was a kind of indifference that froze emotions and soul, more like some kind of special contamination, he couldn't help wrapping himself The windbreaker wrapped around the body, but walking in a barren desert, just such a means of heat preservation is obviously not enough.

As for why he appeared in the Nevada desert, thousands of miles away from New York, this is obviously another story.

"Where do you want me...to go!"

He couldn't help shouting towards the sky, "You tell me the fuck! Don't fuck me!"

"Forward!"

That dark voice surged in his heart, and it only conveyed such a meaning, but one thing is certain, the person talking to him is a real boss, precisely because of his great power, he can only use This faint and inaudible way, otherwise it would be easily discovered by the supreme mage who monitors the world.

After crossing the vast sea of ​​space overnight, Constantine looked like an old dog whose spine was completely broken. He no longer had the optimism and playfulness before, as if he had been thrown into sewage After staying for three days and three nights, he completely wiped out the last trace of his energy.

He is like the most exhausted traveler, struggling to move forward in the night desert. He doesn't know the goal, he doesn't know how long he will go, and he may even die in the desert in the next moment, but he has to move forward.

Everyone is born with weaknesses, even the most powerful Supreme Mage is no exception, and these weaknesses should be well and carefully protected, otherwise once the weaknesses are mastered, the end will be dire. Constantine in front of him It is an extreme negative example.

He dug himself a deep abyss with his own hands, and now he will be completely swallowed by the abyss he dug out. No one wants to be a lackey, because no matter whether the master wins or loses, the end of the lackey will not be very good, but the problem Yes, sometimes, you have to be a dog...

For those who hold pride in their hearts, this is the most painful.

On the cold and dark desert dunes, the spirit detective looked around. He was sure that he was completely lost now. In this unmarked desert environment, it was an inevitable result for him to walk aimlessly like this. , but just as he was about to raise his foot to move forward again, a person suddenly appeared in his vision.

"That is..."

He looked at the guy, it was very far away, about a few hundred meters away, and he could only see a rough outline in the darkness, but he was sure that it was a human being, and he staggered all the way towards Constantine, but That kind of gait was unusually stiff, and it didn't look like a normal person at all, but rather... a walking corpse.

"boom"

After walking forward for more than ten meters, it seemed that all his strength had been completely exhausted. He fell on his back in the midst of the sand dunes, splashing a lot of yellow sand, which shocked Constantine who was watching.

He walked over, and clasped the golden knuckles in his pocket, which were wrapped with sacred mantras, on his fingers, and clenched the holy water in his other hand. It took him nearly 10 minutes to walk to that place. Beside the fallen guy, he looked at the people at his feet.

"Bad hair, dirty clothes, bare feet, plus this smell..."

Konstantin squatted down, frowned and looked at this person who had lost his breath, more like a lost soul, "It looks like someone from South America..."

He looked at the pair of feet that had been completely worn out of flesh and blood. It was an absolutely cruel picture, so cruel that it made the scalp tingle. He forced himself not to look at those feet. When he set his sights on this guy's When he touched it, he saw a glimmer of light in the darkness.

It was like a ray of light refracted by metal. After seeing the thing that the guy was holding tightly in his hand, Constantine reached out and took the cold metal out of the guy's hand, but just as the metal left his body For a moment, the corpse that had just died seemed to be weathered. The flesh and blood instantly turned into black quicksand and scattered on the spot.

It looked as if the body had been abandoned in the desert for hundreds of years.

This scene made Constantine's face change drastically, and he once again set his sights on the metal fragment in his hand. It was a piece of metal with no characteristics, and even looked rough, but it could barely be seen that it should belong to a certain kind of The wreckage of the weapon, he turned the iron block carefully, and then saw the rune engraved under the metal block.

As if stung by a poisonous scorpion, he threw the thing on the ground like a hot potato, couldn't help but took a step back, staggered and fell, his feet kept rubbing against the desert to make his body back , trying to stay away from the metal block, obviously, this thing scared him.

"Are you afraid?"

The darkness appeared in front of him in the form of light and shadow, like a dark vortex suspended under the sky. Across the vortex, Constantine seemed to be able to see a pair of darkest eyes looking directly at him.

"Why are you afraid? Haven't you scumbags been madly pursuing such a powerful existence? Why are you afraid? Go... pick it up! Get your power, and then do something really big!"

"No! I refuse!"

Constantine looked at the dagger-like metal bar that was thrown in the desert, no different from ordinary weapon wreckage, he shouted loudly,

"I refuse! That's not something I can hold... You're murdering! Murdering my soul!"

"hehehe"

The voice became icy, "If it wasn't like this...do you think your soul is useful? It's just firewood. I sent it out of hell and walked here from the Great Tiankeng. The souls of ordinary people There is no way to bear the absorption from it, and I am tired of changing holders frequently...Fortunately, I found you."

"Desperate, desperate and sad, painfully familiar souls that still taste so good."

"You are bound to die."

That voice was indifferent, "It can at least allow you to live longer, don't refuse this "gift", think about Cheryl, poor idiot, do you really think you still have a choice?"

Constantine's rebuttal was blocked in his throat. As an exorcist, in the past, he was actually better at using flexible language and traps to deal with these troubles, but this time, he suddenly realized that language The power is so weak.

After getting into a desperate situation, he suddenly realized that those things that he once regarded as unknown, those things that he only relied on to make money, are really worth relying on, at least if he is as strong as Cyber, the person in front of him The bastard would never try to force him to do these things that would be tantamount to suicide.

But regret...it's too late.

"click"

Constantine took out the lighter, flicked it twice, and lit the cigarette. He sat on the icy sand dune, looking at the night above his head. The sky had never looked so lonely. He reached out and touched his pocket, and there, He has nothing, really nothing.

"Okay...well, if that's the case..."

He stretched out his hand to pick up the dagger-like metal strip. When he touched it, the cold metal seemed to smell something delicious. It began to heat up, and finally, this scorching power was reflected in Constantine's palm , like holding coke in his hand, and most importantly, he couldn't discard it yet.

It was as if it was stuck to his hand, and there was no way for it to be discarded.

"Ahhh!"

He knelt on the ground in pain, holding his right arm with his left hand, all the muscles in his body were trembling, as if he was enduring some kind of terrible torture. After a while, his flesh and blood were scorched, but he recovered quickly, just like Saibo's It was the same as self-healing, but on the recovered skin, there was a complicated mark.

It was an orange-red pentagram, an inverted pentagram, dotted with complex patterns, a pair of black wings, a long sword burning with flames, and dotted stars in the center of the imprint.

"really!"

Constantine's face was covered with cold sweat, which was the appearance of suffering. He raised his head and looked at the empty sky,

"It really is you!!!"

And when the poor, cornered Zack was suffering in the Nevada desert, in the police morgue in Manhattan, Angela with an indifferent face and Father Hannessy, who was just recovering from a serious illness, walked into it , the policeman guarding the door of the morgue looked up and saw Angela,

"Hey, Detective Dawson, you're so early today!"

Angela looked at him, there was no smile in those eyes, as if she had become another person overnight, she was wearing very casual clothes today, a black windbreaker, tight jeans, and a belt Wearing a baseball cap and carrying a small backpack, he looks younger, but his overall temperament has become gloomy.

To be precise, it is much more gloomy than the previous Detective Dawson.

"No, Ferguson, I resign."

Angela said calmly, "This job is not suitable for me... I will come to see my sister today. This is the priest I found. He will preside over my sister's burial ceremony."

The police officer named Ferguson looked surprised. Angela was widely recognized as the most promising star of tomorrow to become the youngest police chief this year. She actually chose to resign at this critical moment?

He froze for a few seconds, then quickly reacted, and said with a heavy face,

"I'm sorry for what happened to your sister, Angela, take care."

"There's nothing to apologize for."

Angela took out the sunglasses from her pocket, put them on her face, and said very concisely, "It's not your fault, Ferguson, open the door, I'm short on time."

The police officer turned around and took out a bunch of keys, pointing to the empty morgue,

"Room 13, your sister is there."

Angela nodded, and she glanced at Ferguson again. To be precise, she looked at the two ferocious-looking earthbound spirits standing behind Ferguson. They were drawing life from the policeman, and they looked at Angela viciously. , like Saber said, when she could see them, they could see her too.

Angela was silent for a moment, then said softly,

"Change jobs, Ferguson, and good luck."

A few minutes later, Anji stretched her hand and opened her sister's body bag, and put it in the morgue in the freezing temperature. In this weather, the body would not change, and Isabella fell from the roof The location happened to be a swimming pool, and the impact killed her instantly, but the body was not tortured miserably.

The girl in front of her seemed to be asleep, her complexion was pale, especially her lips, which were so pale, Angela's eyes were full of pain that could not be dissipated, until she stretched out her hand to touch her sister, Father Hannessy, who had been standing behind her, suddenly said,

"Don't touch her!"

"Um?"

"Don't touch her! Angela..."

Father Hannessy took three pairs of gloves from the side and put them on his hands one by one. He carefully turned Isabella's arm over, and pulled down the ID card tied on the arm, revealing the one that seemed to be a tattoo. But it also looks like a symbol of some kind of cult ritual.

Father Hannessy took two steps back as if he had been burned, and crossed himself frantically.

"Lord...God...You are right, Angela, your sister did not commit suicide, the sign, the sign...mammon. The son of darkness, the child who committed a worse sin than the father OMG! THIS IS CRAZY!"