Lord of Cinder in American Comics

"I hope so..."

Hill reiterated S.H.I.E.L.D.'s responsibilities, but only received a casual reply from Geralt.

"All power comes at a price, and this woman did something that pleased Hell..."

According to Geralt's account, Melinda's unauthorized actions allowed the power of Hell to be transmitted into reality through her.

That's why they were able to create the zombies of hell and the ghouls that almost never appear.

"Give hope first, then shatter it; this kind of repeated blow is what hell loves most. And now her soul has been taken away, leaving only her body."

Furthermore, her body has been transformed into a vessel; with just a thought, the demon that seeks her soul can possess her…

As he spoke, Geralt noticed that the Holy Water Ash had lost was still on Hill's guard, and without hesitation, he took it from the guard.

Geralt shook the holy water bottle, looked at the glow inside, and said, "Good stuff, enough to deal with ordinary hellish creatures."

Geralt dipped his finger into the holy water bottle and then pressed the water-covered finger against the glass of the observation room.

The sound of corrosion came from Geralt's fingertips, and the holy water corroded a fingerprint on the glass.

"A very high rank, the environmental transformation has already begun... Let's go, let's go meet the important figure on the other side..."

After tossing the holy water back to the guard, Geralt took out a burlap sack, weighed it in his hand, and held it in his palm.

Upon arriving at the interrogation room, Geralt looked at Melinda, who was tied to a chair, and pondered without making any further moves.

This process took so long that Hill, who was standing nearby, thought Geralt was performing some kind of special prayer.

"Not ready yet? Perhaps I can wait until you're ready before I come over!"

Hill's words seemed to wake Geralt from his reverie. Geralt said somewhat embarrassedly, "I just didn't want to leave behind a bad reputation for hitting women..."

"Didn't you say she was just an empty shell?"

"But she still has a human form, doesn't she? There are cameras everywhere here. What if I make a move and S.H.I.E.L.D. seizes the opportunity to kill me?"

Geralt's voice was so confident, as if he was already certain that S.H.I.E.L.D. would do such a thing.

"You...you have a misunderstanding about S.H.I.E.L.D..."

Hill thought to herself, 'You have a good eye for people…' S.H.I.E.L.D. has a contingency plan for this kind of public opinion manipulation; as long as Geralt makes a move, they will leave evidence against him.

Geralt opened the burlap sack in his hand, untied the rope at the top, and placed it on the table.

Geralt reached out to Hill, pointed at Melinda, and said, "You come on... give her a few punches, maybe that'll get the guy behind her to show up..."

"Me? Even holy water can't harm her in the slightest, how could I possibly have that kind of ability?"

"Holy water is a cheap, mass-produced enchanted product, and its damage to high-level creatures is limited. However, hunters have their own enchanted resin..."

Hill naturally saw the small bag of items Geralt had taken out and guessed that it was related to this matter. In order to extract more information, she had to pretend to be ignorant.

Geralt took the bag and held it out to Hill, saying, "Hold out your hand..."

Geralt opened the burlap sack, took out a spoonful with the small silver spoon inside, and placed it in Hill's hand. The bluish-white powder was like an emulsion, both cohesive and dispersed.

Hill held the powder in both hands, awaiting Geralt's next instructions. However, she noticed congealed blood on the powder.

[Blue-white pine resin: Pine resin that emits a faint blue-white glow. It can temporarily enhance the magical properties of your right-hand weapon. Sometimes, blood can be seen mixed in, which is probably not due to the resin itself.]

"Apply this resin to your hands; it will temporarily enhance your enchantment attributes. Go ahead, punch her, destroy this body, and maybe you'll run into everyone she has now..."

Holding the resin in his hands, Hill looked at Geralt and the bound Melinda with a puzzled expression.

She glanced back at her guard, only to find him turning his head away as if he hadn't seen her gaze.

Helpless, Hill could only apply pine resin to the boxer's hands, which were now glowing blue, and then approached Melinda.

"I'm sorry, Melinda..."

While apologizing, Hill showed no mercy with his fists, delivering powerful hooks as if venting his recent frustrations.

Melinda became Hill's punching bag, like a punching bag.

Hill noticed the difference when the first punch landed on Melinda. If the holy water was corrosive, then this resin was like turning his fist into a hammer.

The fist landed on Melinda's cheek like a hammer smashing glass, shattering her face.

The crack stretched outwards from the point of impact, covering Melinda's entire face.

"Don't stop, keep going..."

Geralt directed Hill, who then glanced at Melinda. Indeed, Melinda was no longer human; at least, humans wouldn't shatter like glass.

As the crack began to heal, Hill's next punch landed on the same spot, followed by yet another punch.

Repeated punches to the same spot caused the broken skin on Melinda to peel off where she was hit.

Now beneath Melinda's skin is a black, tar-like substance, which is slowly spreading to the damaged area.

However, Hill saw something different in the asphalt, like a yellow eyeball.

Sure enough, in the broken area, an eyeball emerged from the asphalt, rolled its eyes, and stared at Hill.

"How dare you destroy my birthplace! Who gave you the audacity!"

A hoarse voice came from Melinda's mouth, and everyone could hear that it was clearly a man's voice.

Hill was intimidated by the yellow eyeball, his fist stopping in front of Melinda, not daring to make a move.

"Do you have a cross-dressing fetish? Or did you believe you were born a succubus? Is that why you sought a woman as your incarnation?"

Geralt walked up from behind, stood in front of Hill, and mocked the demon without any politeness.

"Very well! You've successfully angered the Black-Hearted King! I'll reserve a spot for you in hell so you can enjoy the scorching heat of hellfire..."

Upon hearing the demon's self-designation, Geralt suddenly realized what was going on and interrupted him, saying, "The Blackheart King? The Blackheart Demon! Mephisto's foolish son?"

"Uh... how did you know? No! I am the Blackheart King! I will replace Mephisto and become the sole king of Hell!"

The black-hearted demon is now like someone who's making dissenting remarks in public and gets caught by someone they know. Then, without any mercy, someone points it out: "Oh, you're from the XX family, aren't you?"

However, Geralt did not comment on such remarks. Instead, he asked as if he had been there in the past, "Does your father know that you wear women's clothes? What do the other demons in Hell think of you doing this? Do they know?"

The silence from the ruthless demon was followed by a burst of resistance.

Melinda, controlled by the Blackheart Demon, began to convulse and tremble, with black tar flowing from her mouth and nose, spreading throughout the room.

"I will place you all in the deepest part of hellfire and let your souls burn for ten thousand years!"

Geralt, observing the change in his surroundings, turned to Hill and her guards behind him and said, "Pour the holy water over yourself to prevent being possessed..."

This disregard for him enraged the Blackheart Demon, who then formed tentacles from black asphalt and reached out towards Geralt.

With a snap, Geralt casually deflected this feeble attack.

"Stop messing around. Every demon in Hell knows you don't have the authority to use Hellfire. Your father, Mephisto, never gave you that right... Aside from your father's identity, you're nothing..."

Chapter 215: Border of Hell

Geralt's words were like daggers to the heart of a second-generation heir who was trying to rebel against his father.

"I'm going to kill you!"

The Blackheart Demon, in the form of black asphalt, broke free from Melinda's body, leaving only a broken shell.

However, after he broke free, Geralt pulled out a crystal skull and smashed it onto Blackheart.

The crystal skull's hair emitted white mist, which merged into the Blackheart Demon's black body.

[Lure Skull: A skull imbued with the scent of souls. An item bestowed by the mentors of the Deep Cathedral. When thrown, it shatters and scatters, luring nearby enemies closer, but not effective against all.]

This bizarre method left the ruthless demon momentarily at a loss.

After checking his body and finding nothing amiss, the Blackheart Demon asked suspiciously, "What did you do?"

"It's nothing, just giving others a target. Haven't you noticed? All the demons in hell are paying attention to you now."

Geralt stretched out his finger and pointed haphazardly at the perimeter of the asphalt-covered room, but every time he changed direction, Blackheart could sense the gaze of another demon projecting towards him.

"Damn it! I finally escaped, and you dare to..."

"You have to time your insults... You have to time your anger too... Guess how long it will take Mephisto to find you?"

"*&……%, I'll remember you!"

Cursing under his breath, and sensing the growing number of eyes on him, the Black Heart Demon abandoned the attempt to seal off the room and fled into the distance.

After the Blackheart Demon left, the room did not return to its previous state; except for the floor and the chairs in the interrogation room, all the other walls disappeared.

At this moment, Geralt Hill and his two companions were standing beside a dilapidated building, looking down at the apocalyptic scene below.

The yellowish desert was dotted with only a few dilapidated buildings. In the shadows of these buildings, the writhing and crawling little devils that Hill occasionally glimpsed sent chills down his spine.

As Hill took notes of the scene, she approached Geralt and asked, "Geralt, is this hell?"

"You underestimate Hell. How could such a prosperous place be Hell? This is merely the border of Hell, a crevice between the human world and Hell..."

Prosperity? Hill didn't see it at all. In just this short while, her mouth was already dry.

Geralt took out a stone that emitted a blue glow and threw it at his feet. The blue glow attracted Hill like a road sign.

[Seven-Colored Stone: A warm stone that radiates beautiful light. When placed on the ground, it glows and becomes an indicator. It changes color seven times, and it is said to possess a rare eighth color. This stone can also be used to estimate the height of a cliff; if a loud noise is heard after throwing it off a cliff, jumping will certainly result in certain death.]

Geralt said to Hill and her guards, "I'll go find a kid to ask around. Whether you're free to do as you please or stay here is entirely up to you."

Just return to the place I marked before this area is completely corrupted by hell. The holy water on you will provide sufficient protection.

However, remember one thing: do not respond to any sounds, and even if you feel like you are about to die, do not eat any food or drink any water.

Once you've eaten, you'll belong to hell. I'll mercilessly kill these kinds of guys on earth..."

In the end, Geralt's voice brought a touch of coolness to Hill in the sweltering heat.

After giving his instructions, Geralt left, while Hill told his guards to stay put and followed Geralt.

Geralt placed a stone emitting a different kind of fluorescence at each corner. Hill tried to pick them up to examine them, but found that the stones seemed to be integrated with the ground and she couldn't lift them no matter what she did.

"Don't bother trying. If you could even pick it up, this prop would be too embarrassing... You mark the route, I'll go ask a local for advice..."

After handing a small bag of seven-colored stones to Hill, Geralt walked into the darker area.

Carefully placing the seven-colored stone in a conspicuous spot, Hill followed Geralt into the darkness.

With a clang, Geralt suddenly drew his longsword from the pocket at his waist and slashed it towards his head.