Lord of Cinder in American Comics

The vampires who couldn't escape in time were instantly turned to ashes by Ula Shiro's light magic.

However, the light came on intensely but disappeared even faster. After briefly illuminating the street, the brightness of the light gradually diminished, until only a faint glimmer remained, barely enough to illuminate a few dozen meters ahead.

Under such light, even vampires could move freely.

After a short rest, the students of Dragon Academy rejoined the battle.

As Natasha was about to go over, Constantine stopped her and handed her a broadsword with a hilt wrapped in hemp rope.

"This is a thief's dagger. With your current abilities, you can barely use the combat techniques within it. Try it out..."

[Thief's Dagger: A wide-bladed, single-edged dagger. Primarily used for slashing, the blade is specially designed to draw blood easily, making it a weapon used by thieves, robbers, and other lowly individuals. Combat Art: Shuffle Step, allowing the user to quickly move to the side or behind an enemy; particularly effective when the target is locked on.]

Natasha tried out the thief's dagger a couple of times, and she quickly realized that the knife wasn't quite suitable for her usual close-quarters combat techniques.

The knife is not well-balanced; its wide blade accounts for the majority of its weight, making it unsuitable for close-quarters combat techniques like thrusting. Instead, it is better suited for slashing or cutting to cause injury.

But following Constantine's instructions, Natasha tried to draw out the power of the blade itself and use it.

Holding the thief's dagger, Natasha instantly moved forward several body lengths and appeared at another location.

While using this combat technique, Natasha felt as if a portion of her energy had been drained away. Compared to her own abilities, she could only attempt to use this technique a handful of times.

However, with this unique combat skill, Natasha can almost freely retreat or launch surprise attacks during battle.

Furthermore, when combined with combat skills, the thief's short sword, which is not suitable for thrusting, is no longer a weakness. As long as you can get close to the enemy, the damage of a slash is far more intimidating than a stab.

"Be careful, this knife has a peculiar property. If you are cut and the wound is not treated immediately, it will never heal and will cause the enemy to bleed to death in battle."

Hearing Constantine's explanation, Natasha, who could already skillfully twirl the dagger between her fingers, didn't pay much attention. In her opinion, compared to the strength of her combat skills, this attribute was just icing on the cake.

Constantine did not correct Natasha's idea, after all, he had not yet seen such a tough enemy, and the strength of the Blood God Cult needed to be understood in battle.

Natasha blew Constantine a kiss, then sheathed her dagger, picked up her weapon, and stepped into the portal.

Now, Constantine only has Wanda and Pietro by his side.

After much deliberation, Constantine felt it necessary to give the spell gloves to Wanda for self-defense.

Constantine removed the spellfire from his hands and handed it to Wanda.

"The Dark Ring that once clung to you has been transferred to me. In a way, I have paid the price for your spellcasting, so you can use some low-level spells as you please."

Now try using magical fire to ignite the flames above.

The fire of magic is a unique fire catalyst for sorcerers, resembling a glove for a human hand, with an ever-burning flame in the palm.

The intense flame that can be ignited from the hand is the simplest form of magic and the most basic power, but that is why it is so powerful.

Wanda wore a spellfire on her right hand, her eyes fixed on the flame in her palm, carefully trying to control it.

With each breath, Wanda seemed to feel the flame pulsating in unison with her breath.

Silently wishing the flames would grow larger, Wanda saw the small flame in her hand slowly grow into a burning torch, and even become larger.

Upon seeing this, Wanda panicked for a moment, and the flames in her hands began to surge irregularly, even exploding with sound.

"Calm your mind and imagine that the flame in your hand has a physical form. Transform it into a fireball and let it take shape in your palm."

Constantine's words echoed in Wanda's ears. Wanda gradually calmed the raging flames and then, under Constantine's guidance, slowly condensed the fireball.

Looking at the fireball in Wanda's palm, Constantine said with some appreciation, "Congratulations, you have mastered the first spell that most sorcerers learn."

Playing with the fireball in her palm, Wanda tossed it up and caught it repeatedly, as if it were a new toy.

Seeing Wanda with such powerful equipment, Pietro was also extremely envious, looking at Constantine with the most longing eyes.

However, all he received in return was Constantine's cold voice: "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Me too? I want one too!"

"You? You don't have it! You can't even go supersonic, and you want something like this?"

However, Pietro persisted, saying, "Wanda has it all, I'm her brother!"

Constantine patted Pietro on the shoulder and said with a regretful tone, "Pietro, you should know that there are always some geniuses in this world, and your sister is one of them. The education of geniuses must be different from that of ordinary people."

"Me too! I can break the five-second record for the 100-meter dash."

Constantine shook his head at Pietro and said, "Don't you understand yet! Your sister is the kind of genius who surpasses genius, and you're just an accessory to her. It's like a small bonus that the seller gives away after a big transaction. You're that bonus; it makes no difference whether you're there or not..."

Wanda listened as Constantine spoke the most ruthless and devastating words to Pietro, and she could almost hear the sound of Pietro's heart breaking.

But Wanda didn't comfort Pietro; she was busy playing with her spell gloves and had no time for his shattered heart.

After crossing the portal, Constantine tossed Pietro among the Dragon Academy students and began to wholeheartedly instruct Wanda.

"Now find a target, but don't lock onto it with your eyes. Rely on the power of the spellfire, imagine the fireball finding the enemy on its own, and then throw it out..."

Wanda's fireball, following a parabolic trajectory, accurately struck a vampire hiding around a corner. The fireball hit it head-on, exploded on its body, and set it ablaze.

"Keep going, the attack should never stop until the enemy falls..."

Constantine's tone was somewhat urgent, which made Wanda anxious as well. She threw fireballs one after another, each one hitting the unfortunate vampire.

In fact, the vampire had already been burned to ashes when the second fireball hit it, but it wasn't very clear from the explosion of the flames. Coupled with Wanda's anxious mood, the subsequent dozens of fireballs were simply whipping the corpse... whipping its ashes.

The other students watching this scene seemed to witness the birth of a violent mage. Fitz opened his mouth wide and asked Pietro, "Has your sister always been this violent?"

Pietro, holding the weapon, fired intermittently, rolled his eyes in exasperation, and said, "I'm just a freebie, how would I know what she really looks like!"

After instructing Wanda, Constantine also took out his magician's staff and, following the instructions in his earpiece, began his march towards the front lines of the battlefield.

In this battle, everyone witnessed another being, after the hunters, who was not afraid of vampires.

Constantine strolled leisurely down the street, constantly waving his staff. One after another, azure magic arrows pierced the air, leaving blue lines in the sky before accurately striking every vampire that dared to show its face.

With the addition of the Hunter and Constantine, the advance of the battle line has made great progress. In fact, Ash has already reclaimed more than half a block in a short period of time.

As Ash marked the attack route on the map, she vaguely heard gunshots coming from the other side of the block.

"Are there our people over there too?"

The ghost examined the battlefield information but couldn't find a single team belonging to its own side, so it could only shake its head in denial.

Since it wasn't their own team, nor were they combat personnel reported by S.H.I.E.L.D., the gunfire was undeniably real and was still getting closer.

"Provide support for this team. Anyone fighting vampires is now considered an ally."

Following Ash's orders, Ghost directed two Bradleys to split off from the convoy, firing their 25mm rapid-fire cannons all the way to meet the unidentified group.

The Bradley tank did not advance rashly, but instead took a favorable position to provide near-ground guidance for the air power commanded by Frank.

The Stratofortress, which had been carrying out its mission in the sky all day, dropped 5000 pounds of bombs that it had been preparing for four hours.

Two multi-story buildings were precisely hit on the side by aerial bombs. The explosions created large holes in the sides of the buildings, and then the two buildings collapsed together.

Sleeping alongside them were the vampires inside the building and those on the ground responsible for blocking their way.

After the attack, the gunfire in the area decreased significantly, with only the billowing smoke obscuring the view.

Not long after, guided by Bradley, Ash met the group of unidentified combatants.

An old man covered in soot? He was carrying a weapon and following Bradley toward Ash.

An elderly man with gray hair held a pump-action grenade launcher and aimed it at Ash.

This action was stopped by the person next to him, who pressed down on the muzzle of the launcher and said, "Marvin, stop! Our retirement savings depend on him!"

Chapter 187: The blond-haired guy is the root cause of family disharmony.

A small group of elderly people, whose faces clearly indicated they were nearing retirement, actually managed to cross the vampire-controlled area, even clearing a path and eliminating the vast majority of the vampires.

The one among them was clearly the leader, seemed to know Ash, and even said that the pension was linked to Ash.

That's a bit unreasonable; Ash has never owed anyone wages.

"Can you explain yourself clearly? I don't think I owe anyone any money, especially not elderly people's pensions!"

Ash's words aroused Marvin, who raised his grenade launcher and fired at Ash. The grenade flew behind Ash and hit a billboard.

"Marvin!!!"

The leader raised his voice, calling out Marvin's name, which made Marvin shrink back and stammer, "I was just trying to scare him..."

"Don't do this, Marvin!"

After suppressing the disobedient subordinate, the leader walked over to Ash and sized her up, as if confirming his target.

"So you're looking for help? But judging from your gear, you don't really need us old guys!"

Ash hates the Riddler the most; the Riddler must get out of Gotham City.

"I did get help, I called S.H.I.E.L.D. and the World Security Council, but I really don't know who contacted you!"

Upon hearing Ash mention the World Security Council, the man's eyes lit up instantly, as if he were seizing an opportunity.

“You can call me Frank Moses, that’s Marvin, and then Joe. We old guys are in our own homes or nursing homes, and they come knocking on our door, dump a bunch of special weapons on us, and tell us to come here immediately and take your orders, or our pensions will be wiped out.”

Don't pay attention to Marvin's attitude; he just didn't believe the threats, and as a result, he lost all the funds in fifteen of his accounts.

"There are twelve, only twelve!"

Upon hearing Frank Moses's words, Marvin craned his neck and shouted in their direction.

Exposed, Moses stamped his foot and said, "Damn it, Marvin! Don't you want more funds in a few more accounts after the war?!"

Moses grinned at Ash and didn't say anything more.

Looking at these strong, elderly people in front of her, and comparing them to their ruthless fighting style, Ash felt like she was seeing the CIA she had worked with before.

I tried asking, "CIA?"

All he got was Moses chuckling as he touched his bald head.

The thought of being able to get these killing machines, who had lived to retirement, to pick up weapons and work again, coupled with the instant depletion of their pensions, reminded Ash of that phone call to the tax bureau.

Only the IRS could have that kind of power. After all, you see people bashing the CIA, Verbore, and the Department of Homeland Security in all sorts of movies and TV shows, but where have you ever seen anyone dare to bash the IRS?

If there's even a hint of this, any company that dares to produce such a work will be thoroughly investigated and shut down in no time.

Now that she knew where her helpers came from, Ash felt relieved. She glanced at Moses and his crew's equipment; almost everything was silver, and even the bullets were better made than those produced on Stark's assembly line. It seemed the tax bureau, founded by the first vampire hunter, had been preparing all along.

"Moses, can you have your men in charge of the vehicle-mounted weapons? We're about to launch a counterattack."

The questioning tone told Moses that this was not a friendly negotiation, but a battlefield order. He beckoned his old comrades to board the chariot and take their positions at the weapons control stations.