Lord of Cinder in American Comics

Several cylindrical devices were ejected from Stark's armor and fixed in a blind spot in the building's corridor. Ultraviolet light was emitted from the devices, filling the entire space with purple light.

Logan was still pinching a vampire's jaw, trying to break off his teeth as a souvenir, but under the purple light, all the vampires in front of him turned to ash.

Logan made a friendly gesture toward Stark, then walked up the stairs somewhat annoyed, bumping into Stark in the process.

Logan's height of less than 1.7 meters and his weight of over 300 pounds pushed Stark back a step, causing him to crash into the wall.

I won't argue with a brute!

Stark's gossipy words really angered Logan. Logan pressed one hand against the chest of Stark's armor, and with the other hand, he reached out to Stark's eyes, slowly extending a steel blade between his fingers.

Stark, initially unconcerned beneath his mask, began to falter after Logan left three scratches on his chest armor with his adamantium claws.

Jarvis also provided real-time updates on the armor damage.

"Sir, the armor is 3% damaged."

After leaving three scratches, Logan spat at Stark and said mockingly, "A nerd's toy!"

After Logan left, Stark removed his faceplate and looked at the scratches on his chest armor.

"Jarvis, are you sure the armor is made of the gold-titanium alloy used in Angel tactical satellites?"

"Yes, sir. The alloy plates also passed the strength test before this suit of armor was made."

"That's interesting. An alloy plate that can withstand a frontal attack from a 125mm smoothbore cannon can actually be damaged by human force..."

Stark has resubmitted the project proposal and is preparing to re-examine materials science.

When Stark returned to the top floor, he found everyone staring at the remains of Dickon Frost.

The three main combatants, Ashe, Constantine, and Geralt, carefully surrounded the pile of wreckage, weapons in hand.

Stark was a little confused and asked, "What's wrong with you guys? He's practically a pile of dust, and you're still being so careful? Jarvis is scanning all this debris..."

"Sir, the scan shows these are just blood clots, there are no specific vital signs... Sir, the system shows you are bleeding..."

Before Jarvis could finish speaking, he saw droplets of blood seep from Stark's nasal cavity, floating towards the remains of Dickon Frost.

Constantine casually tossed out a few fireballs, which exploded in front of Stark, burning away the blood.

Ash conjured a lightning spear in her hand and thrust it into the ground.

"Stark, you're the only ordinary person here. Put on your mask and retreat!"

Stark moved away from Dickon Frost's remnants before the bleeding from his nasal mucosa stopped.

But Blade's mother wasn't so lucky. Somehow, her entire body disintegrated, her flesh began to separate, and finally all the blood in her body shot towards Dickon Frost, leaving only a pile of decaying flesh behind.

The blood split into countless streams, flying in all directions toward and merging with Dickon Frost's remains. There was so much of it that no one present could stop it.

As this blood merged, more and more blood flowed towards Dickon Frost from inside the stairwells and ventilation ducts, as well as from outside the building.

Seeing this, the mage's fireballs, the hunter's fire flares, and Ash's lightning spears never stopped, desperately trying to stop the flow of blood.

However, the sheer number of blood streams combined in the air to form a massive waterfall of blood, which poured down upon Dickon's remains.

The vampire ritual has been completed, and with the nourishment of this blood, Dickon Frost's resurrection is unstoppable.

In between throwing the lightning spear, Ash dialed Hill's channel.

"Prepare your final measures..."

The unspoken but universally understood last resort—growing mushrooms.

Representative Ami clutched his heart; the thought of dropping a 150,000-ton nuclear weapon on Block Ayran Island had already caused him immense distress.

Now, the thought of dropping another bomb in downtown New York was too much for his heart to bear. He was already considering finding someone else to take his place and make that decision.

"Ash, isn't your judgment flawed...? New York is the economic center..."

Representative Ami was still trying to subtly persuade Ash, a combatant, to understand the importance of economic development.

Seeing the delighted look in Ami's eyes, Ash finally changed her mind.

"Yes, there is indeed a problem. The yield was not enough initially; it needs to be larger, the core temperature needs to be higher, and it needs to be maintained for a longer period of time..."

These words caused the people across the round table from the group of five to burst out laughing.

Zheng Xian gripped the hem of his shirt tightly, straightening his posture in an attempt to calm himself down.

"Don't worry, we're all professionals. No matter how funny something is, we... won't... laugh..."

Suppressing a distorted expression, Representative Ami gritted her teeth and said to Ash with a displeased look, "Ash, you better know what decision you've made!"

Making a decision? Ash isn't taking the blame for that!

Ash quickly shifted the blame back, saying, "I'm just a lowly director of the Control Bureau. How could I possibly have the authority to drop bombs? The decision-making is still up to you guys. Even when Ross tried to win me over, he only dropped two 500-pound bombs as a token gesture. Don't slander me..."

Chapter 189: The Witcher Who Raised Prices on the Spot

While Ash was arguing with the World Security Council, Geralt, who was next to Ash, called to his exile brothers to pack up their weapons and prepare to leave.

Having witnessed the hunters' fighting prowess, the World Security Council is determined not to let them leave.

"What are they trying to do? The issue isn't resolved yet, and they're already leaving?"

The World Security Council's questions reached Geralt's ears through Ash.

Unexpectedly, Geralt pointed at the broken pieces on the ground with great dissatisfaction and said, "I've taken care of it, and the hunters have cleared a separate route for their attack. What are we still doing here? Going to die again? Please, we're just mercenaries hunting dark creatures, not brainless idiots."

This statement left Representative Ami speechless. Indeed, the hunters' work was truly excellent, just as they had described.

But now, leaving at the last minute seems a bit unreasonable.

Just then, Zheng Xian, sitting opposite Ami, let out another soft chuckle, the suppressed laughter particularly clear in the five-person meeting room.

"Zheng Xian, what do you mean!"

"It's nothing, just a feeling that came from deep emotion!"

Representative Ami finally couldn't take it anymore and bluntly asked, "Witcher, what exactly do you want?!"

Geralt and Jung Hyun said in unison, "We need to pay more!"

Representative Ami glared at Zheng Xian, then covered her head and asked Geralt, "Say it, how much do you want!"

"Twice as much!"

"This is impossible!"

Geralt, with a roguish grin, pointed at the soon-to-be-resurrected Dickon Frost and said, "It's alright, I can talk to you slowly until he's resurrected, but if we can't reach an agreement, then goodbye..."

Seeing Geralt arguing with the World Security Council using his own headset, Ash suppressed his joy.

However, his phone rang, sounding rather jarring in the quiet environment.

Once the call connected, Davelin's urgent voice roared, "Ash, it's over..."

Davelin is at a water plant on the outskirts of New York City, where he and his men have almost completely cut off the city's water supply.

The water source was cut off to get rid of the water striders, and at the same time, biochemical experts were brought in to purify the water.

But they didn't expect that before this, the water product manufacturers controlled by the vampires had already produced a large amount of bottled water and put it into the New York market.

Now, those who had drunk the bottled water were walking toward Dickon Frost's location like mindless zombies.

The control department is now working with the NYPD to try to stop these citizens from the road.

But you can't exactly use machine guns to persuade these unarmed, unconscious people.

Roadblocks are erected, but they will be trampled down. Barbed wire is erected, but this method of obstruction is stopped after watching an unconscious person being crushed to pieces on it.

Hundreds of thousands of people are now heading here to become Dickon Frost's food and his men.

Ash and Davelyn's conversation was not kept secret from others eavesdropping. Stark immediately asked about the location of the water plant and said, "I'll go take a look. Maybe I can help. I'll add Jarvis to your channel so he can provide any other support."

After saying that, Stark soared into the sky and flew towards the water plant where Davelin was.

Meanwhile, Dickon Frost was reborn in blood.

"You almost killed me! You really almost..."

Dickon Frost gestured with a hint of regret for losing the South Korean market, speaking somewhat flippantly to the crowd.

"However, I have now become the god of vampires!"

With his arms outstretched, Dickon loudly proclaimed his identity to the crowd.

"Oh, the god who almost died!"

Constantine's nonchalant tone, coupled with his disregard for others while smoking, made Dickon, who was trying to act all high and mighty, feel a little embarrassed.

As if to demonstrate his greatness, Deacon pointed to the remains of Blade's mother and said, "See? Every vampire is the energy that allows me to resurrect. There was only one before, but now... there are 415. That means unless you kill me 415 times before the other vampire slaves arrive, I will become the greatest god on this planet!"

Having received the information, the others in Ash's earpiece nodded, understanding how Deacon had been resurrected.

Seeing that no one expressed surprise or admiration, Deacon realized he had been tricked and wielded his blood whip to attack everyone present.

Except for Logan, who took the hit head-on, everyone else dodged.

Roland began firing rapidly, his two revolvers firing at the rate of a submachine gun. Apart from creating bloody holes in Dickon's body that healed instantly, they did no real damage.

Upon seeing Roland's rapid-fire shot, Dickon was momentarily stunned, but then realized that he had not suffered a fatal wound, nor had he even lost much of his life.

So Dickon ignored Roland and charged at Ash and the other two, braving the bullets.

The fireball and the fire pot simultaneously struck Dickon, only burning a blood clot into his body and temporarily halting his progress.

Under such attacks, Dickon quickly learned to manipulate his current blood body, and could even create large holes through it, allowing the fire pot to pass through.

Upon witnessing Deacon's abilities, Hill, acting as the mouthpiece of the World Security Council, relayed the council's resolution to Ash.

"Weapons are loaded, and we'll arrive in fifteen minutes. You'd better evacuate immediately..."

Geralt was instantly annoyed by these words and said dismissively to Hill's announcement, "What nonsense are you spouting? You wouldn't allow it before, and now you're doing this? Did you see that this thing is moving now? Good heavens, it has two legs and can run!"

He now has over four hundred lives; can your weapons guarantee you'll take them all down? And what about those muddle-headed fools? Just abandon them!

Geralt hurled insults at these useless people in the channel, and Hill's blunt words made her reach for the hang-up button several times.

"I hope you have a good idea to solve this problem!"

"Of course I do, but I need a little help..."

When Geralt negotiated a deal on the battlefield, his mercenary nature made the veins on Hill's forehead bulge.