Lord of Cinder in American Comics

Natasha, still armed and firing, sent bullets flying and hitting several people at the bar, but Wanda and her siblings were unharmed thanks to the defensive spells left by Constantine.

The bullet aimed at Constantine was deflected with a wave of his hand. Only the lone vampire at the bar, looking at the wound on his chest where the silver bullet had struck him, turned to ashes in a mournful cry of despair.

Chapter 185: Hawkwood

What's going on here?

Constantine glanced at the vampire who had turned to ashes, feigning interest, and said, "You were fighting a vampire?"

Upon seeing Constantine, Natasha sheathed her weapon, picked up the bottle of wine on the bar, and took two large gulps.

Wiping the wine from her lips, Natasha reloaded silver bullets into her magazine and said, "The vampires have taken over the entire block, and we're forced to fight them in street battles."

"Isn't there a new department? They don't handle this kind of thing?"

“We were forcibly conscripted by the Control Bureau and are now on the battlefield. Ash said it was your arrangement.”

Upon hearing Natasha's words, Constantine stood up and said angrily, "I told him to give you a chance to see the dark world, not to send you to the battlefield!"

Constantine's face darkened, and he seemed lost in thought.

On the battlefield, news that Natasha had fallen into the portal was quickly relayed to Ash and Hill.

Having just received orders to find Constantine, Hill wasn't about to let this opportunity slip by, especially since Natasha had previously worked for her S.H.I.E.L.D.

Leaving the battlefield to Ash for the time being, Hill dialed Natasha's private channel.

"Natasha, I need to find Constantine. Do you have any way to contact him?"

"Well, he's right next to me, but he seems a little unhappy."

Natasha's words left Hill somewhat confused. Was she unhappy? Why?

However, Hill still asked Natasha if she could speak directly with Constantine.

He handed one of the headsets to Constantine, and Hill's voice came through it.

“Mr. Constantine, the world needs your help now.”

"Tch~ What do you need me to do? Mages don't get involved in such trivial matters as dealing with vampires. Leave these methods of upholding justice to Ash."

"Even if you are unwilling to deal with these vampires, the students of the Dragon Academy are still on the battlefield! They also need your help as their mentor."

Constantine narrowed his eyes, the cold light emanating from them seeming to shine through time and space onto Hill.

"Are you threatening me? I can withdraw all the trainees immediately."

As he spoke, Constantine began to draw a portal, and Grant was the first to fall in from under the car, landing in front of Constantine.

Then came Fitz and Simmons, and soon after, all the students from Dragon Academy fell into the bar.

Without the suppressive fire of the Dragon Academy students, the defense of the convoy area was instantly breached. Clint's arrow rate of fire could no longer keep up with the speed at which the vampires appeared, so he could only climb onto the armored vehicle and operate the M2 heavy machine gun to suppress these vampires.

The change in the battlefield situation instantly increased the pressure on the frontline commanders, and the communication channels were filled with requests for support.

Hill was surprised that Constantine would withdraw from Dragon Academy so decisively without even a discussion.

And now, a guy who's swearing has appeared in the channel; Geralt has appeared in it.

"Which idiot dared to provoke Constantine, that powder keg? Is their brain made of shit? Or did they not finish relieving themselves on the toilet? What are they trying to do by provoking Constantine now, to let the vampires wipe out this force? Ash! Ash! Where are you? This mission is too difficult, this is a battle without reinforcements, we need more money!"

Geralt was wielding the Executioner's Greatsword, enchanted with fire, taking down vampires one by one, and pausing occasionally to unleash trash talk in the channel.

This unexpected visitor made Hill frown, and the five members of the World Security Council who were also watching the channel also saw Geralt.

The satellite footage showed Geralt's combat prowess, comparable to that of the previous company, which piqued the interest of the five-man group who were hoping for supernatural henchmen.

After temporarily isolating the channel, Ami asked Ash about the origins of this uninvited guest.

"That's when I called for help, Geralt the Witcher. He's one of the hunters and takes on missions to deal with dark creatures."

Ash's introduction piqued the interest of the group of five. Weren't these mercenaries who specialized in targeting dark creatures?! What a stroke of luck!

Price was not an issue for the World Security Council; even with billions of dollars in deficit left by Nick Fury, they could easily afford to hire one or two hunters.

Furthermore, according to Coulson's investigation report, he was only able to kill the dark creature when he was in danger thanks to the Hunter's Undead Amulet.

Since then, the World Security Council has asked S.H.I.E.L.D. to keep an eye out for Hunters, and they never expected to find them here.

By continuously inquiring about Geralt, the World Security Council learned how to hire the hunters. However, Ash's next words caused several of them to frown.

"If you're going to hire hunters, you'd better understand your relationship with the mission. These hunters don't care about anything; anything related to darkness is their target."

These hunters targeting dark creatures instantly became uncontrollable targets in the eyes of some. Several council members, backed by dark creatures, secretly memorized Geralt's appearance and planned to tell their backers when they returned.

However, nowadays, given the threat of vampires, it wouldn't be a bad idea to add some hunters.

The group of five had already sent someone to contact Geralt to inquire about his hiring price.

However, Geralt's quote left some people puzzled. It wasn't that Geralt's price was high, but that he wanted most of the building materials, and some of them were even specified as being made of granite of perfect size.

Providing funds is simple; you can just print more. But providing materials requires fundraising, and this price has deterred some people.

However, given the current situation, no matter how strange the request was, it had to be agreed to. In the end, an agreement was reached with Geralt: at least two more hunters of equal strength to him, or more lower-ranking hunters, would be paid per head.

Geralt grinned from ear to ear at these favorable terms.

"Transfer my channel to Constantine. I need him to open a door so I can bring the person in as quickly as possible."

They swiftly switched the channel to Constantine, while the World Security Council was also listening to their conversation.

Geralt shouted, "Constantine, open a door to Farron and bring Hawkwood and the Exile Brothers here!"

However, Constantine was now watching his cadets, instructing them to check themselves for injuries, completely ignoring Geralt's words.

"I won't let you work for nothing. I've ordered a batch of materials to renovate the Flank Fortress, and I can leave you some..."

As soon as he said that, two teleportation portals appeared before Geralt's eyes.

One is at the entrance to Farron Keep in the Forest of Crucifixion, where the Exile Brothers are guarding the doorway. The other is on a broken bridge.

Clint immediately recognized this as the pinnacle of Farron Wolf's power, except that Geralt had only taken him to see the Outcast Demons and hadn't brought him here.

A man dressed in full armor, without a helmet, but the chainmail covering his entire body could be seen from his head, and a blue cloak fluttered behind him in the wind.

The group of five, who were observing the scene inside the portal, spotted the enormous creature in front of the man.

"That's a dragon?!"

Indeed, at this moment, the knight in full armor was squatting in front of the dragon, reaching out to stroke its massive body. However, judging from the dragon's shriveled body and its motionless state, it was probably already dead.

Before they could even get a good look, Geralt shouted, "Hawkwood, stop messing with that dead dragon! Come help!"

"...Are you serious? That's a joke."

These words caused everyone who heard them to sigh. This warrior didn't seem interested? Or was Geralt's position among the hunters insufficient to command them?

"...How ridiculous. Either way, you or I have accomplished nothing..."

Hearing the listless sighs of the person on the other side of the portal, everyone present was certain that this person was a loser.

Geralt couldn't take it anymore, so he rushed over, grabbed Hawkwood's cloak, and dragged him over here.

When Hawkwood arrived, he was the complete opposite of the Exile Brothers, who were fighting with all their might.

The exiles, with their greatswords and hammers, created a series of deafening roars among the vampires, and even the soldiers in the caravan were able to catch their breath after they joined in.

Even during the battle, you can see the two brothers chasing and smashing vampires, driving them together so that the convoy's heavy weapons can quickly eliminate them.

Hawkwood found a corner, sat on the ground, leaned against the armored vehicle, and lowered his head, as if the deafening noise outside had nothing to do with him.

"Geralt, if he continues like this, we won't pay him!"

The council felt that such a lazy, slacking-off thug was a waste of money and that Geralt should be charged for removing Hawkwood.

"If you pay me, I'll do the work for you. You come to me, and you have to pay me whether you do the work or not!"

Geralt's somewhat shameless words caused the World Security Council to downgrade his evaluation by another level.

Then Geralt changed the subject and said, "Of course, making the boss feel that the money was well spent is also a service standard."

Geralt whispered instructions over the channel, which the council members monitoring the communications heard him say: "Put a few vampires around Hawkwood."

A gap appeared in the convoy's defenses, and several vampires rushed in, clearing a path for them towards Hawkwood amidst a hail of bullets.

Seeing that someone actually dared to park outside the vehicle, the vampires let out a joyful roar.

The leader immediately launched an attack on Hawkwood, the bullets striking Hawkwood's armor, which made Hawkwood somewhat impatient.

"What are you doing! Stop it right now!"

Hawkwood's words did not stop the vampires; instead, they felt that Hawkwood was showing weakness.

Since the bullets were ineffective, the vampires surrounded Hawkwood and reached for his neck, intending to drain him dry.

However, the hand reaching for Hawkwood was severed by a unique scythe-shaped dagger, which Hawkwood then put away after using it.

The vampire who lost his arm did not die; instead, he became even more violent and attacked Hawkwood again.

"You beast, what are you doing! Even though I escaped, don't underestimate me..."

The relentless attacks thoroughly enraged Hawkwood, who drew his sword and shield.

Holding his sword, Hawkwood launched an attack on the vampires before him, cleaving them in two at the waist with a single strike.

Unwilling to give up, Hawkwood, after dealing with the trouble in front of him, rushed into the block.

The hunters launched their attack, and for the first time, the vampire's defenses were breached by Geralt's flaming greatsword, the exile brothers' heavy weapons, and the enraged Hawkwood.

## Chapter 186: Wanda's Education

As the hunters wreaked havoc on the battlefield, Constantine's negotiations with Hill came to an end.

The World Security Council needed to win over Constantine, the sorcerer, and most of the students at Dragon Academy were former S.H.I.E.L.D. employees. Given these two relationships, Hill had to make some concessions.

In accordance with Geralt's conditions, Hill also paid a heavy price in order to get Constantine to help him.

Once the price was agreed upon, Constantine finally relented and agreed to let the students of the Dragon Academy join the battle.

However, in order to protect these trainees, Constantine explained to them in advance that if they found themselves unable to withstand the pressure or encountered any life-threatening danger, they must immediately withdraw from the battlefield.

Constantine reopened the portal and first threw a beam of light over it.

In this neighborhood, beyond the use of flares and flashbangs, a bright incandescent light appeared in the sky, illuminating almost the entire street.