Lord of Cinder in American Comics

Clint jumped off the plane and shouted into the house, "Laura! Lyra! It's me! I'm back!"

Standing outside the house, Clint didn't go in immediately, because he had told his family how to deal with intruders and had even trained them. Perhaps his wife was standing behind the door with a gun pointed at him.

Shortly after he identified himself, the door opened, and his wife walked out carrying their daughter, Leila.

"Clint, what's going on? I haven't heard from you at all in so long! I even asked your superior, but I can't get through to him at all!"

Reaching out to take his daughter, Clint kissed his wife and said, "No time to explain, let's get on the plane..."

However, Natasha hurried over, turned her back, stared at the woods not far away, and said warily, "Clint, something's wrong. There's someone in the woods!"

## Chapter 178: A Different Kind of Vampire

Clint's house was at the foot of the mountain, with two continuous mountain ranges forming a barrier to the southwest. To the other two directions, there was a small lake and a country road leading to the city.

At this moment, several figures are leaping through the forest.

With a light leap, they could fly over several tall trees and quickly arrive at the foot of the mountain.

Three hooded figures appeared outside the fence that Clint's house was using as a perimeter.

After Natasha's reminder, Clint shielded his family behind him, nocked an arrow, and pointed it at the three unknown individuals.

"Let me see, I can't believe I've found such delicious food in these mountains!"

One of them dodged past the fence and appeared in front of Clint in an instant, reaching out to grab his wife behind him.

Clint released the bowstring, and the arrow flew toward the ill-intentioned fellow.

However, the man caught the arrow in his hand and, mockingly, broke it in one hand.

"My God, are you a hunter who lives here? But hunters can't afford to ride in a helicopter like this."

Both sides were now basically in position. Natasha stood next to the helicopter, picked up the weapon in the cabin, and aimed it in this direction.

Just as Natasha was about to fire her weapon, a mocking voice came from beside her: "Look, your hair color is the same as mine, but it's not as good as mine..."

A woman appeared next to Natasha, twirling her hair on her fingers, and even held it out to Natasha so she could see.

Inside the cabin, to prevent ricochets from catching fire and being unable to fire, Natasha threw down her weapon and kicked the woman in the side.

The woman hadn't expected Natasha to be so fast; she was no ordinary person. Before she knew it, Natasha had kicked her out of the cabin.

The defeat of one side made a small black man with dreadlocks on the other side unable to stand it anymore. He said to the leader, "James, let me handle this. I haven't exercised in a long time."

As he spoke, Little Black charged toward Clint.

At close range, Clint drew his bow and fired three arrows, but all of them were dodged by Blackie. Only one arrow narrowly pierced Blackie's dreadlocks, leaving only a few strands of hair connecting them to his head.

Enraged, Little Black pulled off his nearly broken dreadlocks and roared, revealing his sharp teeth.

"A vampire? Natasha! It's a vampire! Use the silver bullet!"

After issuing the warning, Clint, who had no gun on him, drew his flaming longsword to deal with the nearby Blackie.

Looking at Clint's unassuming longsword, Xiao Hei didn't notice any discomfort from the silver weapon.

Licking his lips, Little Black reached out and grabbed Clint.

He swung his sword to parry and parry, sending an arm flying into the air, where orange-yellow flames ignited at the severed limb.

"Fuck, fuck. James, they're tough to deal with!"

Clutching his wound, Xiao Hei cursed incessantly. Orange-yellow flames ignited from the severed limb, showing no sign of extinguishing. Xiao Hei's hand, which was instinctively covering the wound, also became covered in flames.

The woman fighting Natasha, realizing the situation was turning against her, retreated to the side of James, the leader, and cautiously watched Clint.

“We mean no harm. As long as you don’t move, we can leave immediately.”

The leading vampire began negotiations. As he spoke, he removed his hood, and under the sunlight, his body began to shimmer with a crystal-like quality.

However, the little black man who had just fought Clint did not think so. He watched helplessly as his arm was burned to ashes. After extinguishing the flames with mud, he became a one-armed man. The vampire's ability to quickly heal severed limbs did not manifest in him.

Little Black stared at Clint's family behind him and said ferociously, "James, I'm going to tear this food apart. I'm going to eat them alive in front of him."

This action directly broke the retreat that the leading vampire James had just made. Seeing Clint raise his longsword, James also joined the ranks of those besieging Clint.

When the black guy attacked Clint, James lunged at Clint's family.

Just then, a dire wolf shrouded in blue light stood between the Clint family and the vampire.

The dire wolf bared its sharp teeth at James, but missed its target. James quickly distanced himself from the Clint family.

Staring at the dire wolf, on guard against an attack, James shouted without turning his head, "Victoria, forget about that woman, come help me!"

However, no one responded to him.

"Victoria, I said come quickly and help me!"

Vampire James called out again, but there was still no response. He turned around and saw two identical dire wolves tearing at Victoria, whom he had called out to.

One dire wolf was biting Victoria's throat, silencing her, while the other was biting her thigh.

The two dire wolves retreated frantically in their own direction, like two dogs fighting over a rag doll, refusing to let go.

Victoria was torn in two, right before James's astonished eyes.

"WTF?"

As James uttered his shocked exclamation, two dire wolves, under Natasha's command, charged forward.

The three dire wolves began to attack James, keeping him constantly on his toes.

Clint also finished his fight. The little black guy with only one arm was no match for Clint now and had his head knocked off by Clint.

Flames began to burn on the headless neck, and only slowly died down after the entire body was consumed, leaving a pile of black ash on the grass.

James abandoned the attack and tried to break out, but the dire wolves were always one step ahead of him.

The three dire wolves caused James to suffer a gruesome dismemberment.

The battle ended in just a few minutes when Natasha summoned the Farron Wolf using wolf ash.

Clint's wife, Laura, covered her daughter's eyes, trying to shield her from the tragedy, and said angrily to Clint, "What on earth is going on! Isn't this place safe?"

Sheathing his longsword, Clint took his daughter and comforted her. He then pulled his wife's hand and walked towards the helicopter, saying as they walked, "Let's get on the helicopter first. Nick Fury is no longer trustworthy, and the whole of New York is not safe."

"Where are we going?"

"Let's go to a pastor first, and then I'll find another safe place."

The helicopter quickly took off again, leaving behind only the two mangled bodies on the grass.

The return trip was much faster than the route Clint had indicated. After the helicopter landed, Clint spotted a familiar figure there.

"Geralt? What are you doing here?"

That's right, Geralt, Clint's hunter mentor, is currently leaning against a pile of equipment boxes, chugging down his ever-present Pot of Life.

A group of soldiers watched him from a distance, drawing short lines on the ground to record how much Geralt had drunk, while someone else was running a betting pool and collecting money.

"Didn't I tell you? Hunters also accept some outside missions in exchange for some funds. After all, you don't want to eat crabs for several more months, do you?"

Speaking of crabs, Clint longed for their delicious taste, feeling both fond of them and nauseous. After all, crabs were the only food in Lubanbian Village, and no one could stand eating them for half a month straight.

"This is my wife Laura and daughter Leila."

As Clint introduced Geralt to his family, he noticed that Geralt's expression was getting increasingly strange; at this moment, Geralt's face was so dark it looked like it could drip water.

"What's wrong, Geralt? Is there a problem?"

"You never told me you had family!"

Geralt stared at Clint, his apricot-yellow eyes narrowing into vertical slits, sending a chill down one's spine.

"I... did it to protect them, after all, my job before was..."

Clint's tone was somewhat somber. His wife walked over, reached out and took her husband's hand, and bravely looked at Geralt.

“I know my husband’s job, I love him, I can handle all of this, and I will not leave him because of the slightest danger.”

Laura spoke those courageous words while staring into Geralt's apricot-yellow eyes. At that moment, she showed no fear or hesitation; in fact, her resolve deepened on a spiritual level.

Encouraged by his wife, Clint rallied, took her hand, and kissed his daughter's forehead.

"In that case, I have no choice but to..."

Amid Geralt's stern voice, Clint thought he was about to be expelled from school, but instead he saw Geralt take off his necklace and hand it to Laura.

"Since you have such a brave family, I have no choice but to give you this wolf badge."

The badge features a howling wolf with rubies highlighting its eyes. The wolf's design is reminiscent of the old Farron wolf that Clint once saw.

It was handed to Laura, and Geralt explained its function.

"This badge has a teleportation spell attached to it, which can teleport anyone who holds the badge to the location of Old Wolf Farrond, where it is absolutely safe."

This treatment made Laura instinctively grab the necklace. This woman had already sensed something was wrong when she saw flames erupting from her husband's longsword and Natasha being able to summon a dire wolf.

Now, it was clear that her husband's superior had given her a life-saving necklace, which she accepted and put on her daughter's neck.

Clint, who had just been worried, was now completely relieved and kept thanking Geralt.

"Clint, you're still an apprentice, you can't even finish a bottle of wine..."

Geralt shook the Water of Life in his hand, the sound of the liquid sloshing and colliding in the bottle seemed to mock him.

Clint couldn't really argue with his family.

"Drinking alcohol is harmful to your health... I'm just being mindful of my health..."

"Then you can't even finish a single crab, tsk tsk."

"Laura, you have to believe me, that crab was five meters tall, and I've been eating crabs for a full two weeks now..."

Clint kept explaining to his wife that he wasn't the weakling Geralt described, which made Clint exhaust himself trying to persuade her.

While Clint was explaining, Geralt was scribbling and calculating something on the side.

Finally, Geralt put away his pen and paper, interrupting Clint's endless chatter in front of his family.

"Clint, I've done the math. This time you'll need to kill at least fifty enemies to exchange for a blessing from Ash. If it's two people, it'll take a hundred."

Another new thing he didn't understand, Clint asked, "A blessing? What blessing?"

Geralt pointed to Natasha and said to Clint, "It's her blessing that keeps her lucky and always one step ahead of danger; death can never catch up with her."