Lord of Cinder in American Comics

Hearing Geralt's words, though absurd, Ella had a feeling that what Geralt said was true.

"However, in that hopeless world, I also met different people, heard their stories, and witnessed their glory. Some of them, like me, actually understood the deception of the world, but they were full of hope, and this hope also ignited my past self."

At this moment, the theater began to collapse, and various building materials started to fall, crashing down around Geralt. The disappearance of the Otherworld had begun...

Geralt, no longer maintaining his world-weary demeanor, sat up, grasped Ella's shoulders, and said, "But remember, as long as you're alive, there's hope. As long as you're alive, there's hope no matter what..."

Ella was still pondering Geralt's earlier words when she was caught off guard by this sudden action.

Before Ella could react, Geralt lifted her up, tucked her under his arm, and rushed out of the theater.

"So you have to go see the outside world, you can't be like me before..."

Outside the theater, watching the countdown approach and the theater crumble, Hill and the others anxiously awaited Geralt's appearance.

Just when everyone thought something bad had happened to Geralt, a figure suddenly passed through the crowd and ran towards the distant lake.

Geralt shouted to the stunned crowd behind him as he ran, "Run! What are you waiting for!"

Seeing that Geralt had already run to the water's edge and was heading towards the real world, the others, belatedly realizing what was happening, cursed Geralt as a bad guy and howled as they ran towards the water's edge.

The way back was no different from the way we came, except that because of that bastard, everyone was holding their breath, but they couldn't bring themselves to curse him underwater.

Just as the last person stepped out of the water, a violent explosion occurred in the lake, turning the real theater into dust by an invisible force.

Geralt stood by the water, grinning at everyone.

"Geralt!"

Everyone gritted their teeth, spitting out names that made you want to curse their entire family. But all they saw was Geralt taking a memory card from the cameras the agents had brought out.

Clint asked the question that was on everyone's mind: "Wasn't the memory card already traded to Blackheart?"

"I said I would hand him the memory card, but I didn't say that the videos in the camera's temporary storage space couldn't be copied..."

Flipping through the memory card in his hand, Geralt said to Hill, "I can't give this to you. If I mention your names, we might get in trouble. The other information you left behind is enough to report to your superiors."

After putting away the memory card, Geralt said to Clint, who had an "I know, stop talking" look on his face, "Same as always, go report to S.H.I.E.L.D."

"It's always me! What excuse do you have this time? Are you lost at a crossroads in your life, or is there a black cat blocking your way?"

"No! This time I want to go sightseeing and see the world..."

"You have such artistic moments too?"

Just as Clint was wondering, Geralt whistled, and Radish's tall figure ran out of the woods, with Ella sitting on his back.

Geralt mounted his horse, took out a cowboy hat that someone had given him, took the reins, and rode off into the distance.

"You scoundrel!"

Clint watched Geralt leave, when he suddenly heard a curse word beside him. When he turned around, he saw S.H.I.E.L.D. employees and Hill, all with their heads down, finishing their work.

"What are you looking at? Go write your report! Don't think you don't have to write your own reports just because you've left S.H.I.E.L.D.!"

Chapter 226: Gwyndolin

At Dragon Academy, these young students experienced the pressure of the academic world for the first time.

The magic and spells of the Dragon Academy originate from the soul itself, and are inherently a power of the mind. The students, however, come from the real world and are materialistic.

This leads them to try to deconstruct and understand magic using their existing knowledge when they receive it, but this often results in less than half the effort.

Of course, there were also people among the students who had an exceptional ability to learn magic, and Wanda was one of them. However, Wanda's special circumstances made everyone stop trying to learn from her.

Simmons, who shared a dorm room with Wanda, also tried to learn from Wanda how to understand magic, but Wanda's explanation made Simmons feel terrible.

'You just casually tossed a fireball and it appeared? What's so difficult about that?'

Listen to this! Is this what a magic apprentice should say?! Just toss it around! Anyone with hands can do it! Who would know that almost everyone has been burned by flames since they started learning sorcery?

Wanda's oppression is only one aspect; the greater threat comes from others.

Originally, they were all top performers in the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy and other fields of work, but no one expected that their learning ability would be so weak in front of these arcane mages who were there for exchange and learning.

After giving the first lesson to the arcane mages, some of these mages with basic skills were able to conjure fireballs on their own.

And this gap is widening, with the arcane mages already catching up with the Dragon Academy's teaching pace, and even showing a tendency to surpass it.

Fitz sat painfully at the table, recording what he had learned that day into the computer.

"Pietro, does your sister really not have any special learning methods?"

Pietro lay on the bed, playing on his phone, and said in a tone of resignation, "I'm starting to doubt if she's really my sister. She was already proficient in using magic arrows a few days ago. Do you know what her latest quote is?"

"What is it?"

"Can't you just throw as many magic arrows as you want with a wave of your hand?"

Fitz looked at the spellfire on his desk; he still wasn't qualified to wear it.

"Truly worthy of being Mr. Constantine's disciple..."

Meanwhile, Constantine was at the Firelink Shrine in the Dark Souls world, using the Time Stone.

Everyone at the Firelink Shrine was watching Constantine intently as he sat by the campfire, his hands forming a hand seal, the Time Stone slowly rotating between them.

Constantine, as if observing the future, emitted countless phantoms from his spot, observing the timeline.

The original Time Stone lost its ability to observe the future during the collision between the Dark Souls world and reality, so Constantine is now observing the past, not the future.

Constantine uses the Time Stone to observe the past of the Dark Souls world, searching for the powers that have been lost in time.

Finally, at some point, Constantine stopped his observation. He was panting, his hands on the ground, and beads of sweat, which shouldn't exist on an undead body, were dripping onto the ground.

The Fire Keeper was about to go forward to help him up, but Constantine stopped her.

"Don't come any closer, the time on me hasn't been erased yet... I'm not even an immortal right now..."

This idea caught the attention of the onlookers. Could the undead be transformed? If so, then this cursed lineage that began in Lordran could be broken.

However, Constantine's own changes shattered everyone's illusions.

Constantine slowly regained the withered skin that belonged to the King of Ghosts, and an endless ring of darkness appeared on his body.

By crushing a curse-breaking stone, Constantine restored the appearance of his skin to its original state.

[Curse-Breaking Stone: A gray stone fused with a small skull. It can reduce the accumulation of cursed status and remove the wandering spirit state. This is a treasure of the wandering spirit kingdom of Londor, which they use to conceal their identities. It is said that sometimes, they also choose to disguise themselves, abandoning their status as wandering spirits and becoming traitors.]

Reflecting on his own transformation, Constantine said, "While it can't be directly changed, there's good news. Perhaps the original Shadow Sun, Gwyndolin, can return to its original form thanks to this gem..."

Gwyndolin, the youngest son of Gwyn, Lord of Cinder, was born with the power of the moon, hence his female appearance. His every move is like that of a somber and ethereal goddess.

With his father Gwyn gone to rekindle the fire, his brother Sunborn expelled from the ranks of the gods for "folly," and his sister Sunborn married far away, and all the gods having left the divine capital Anor Londo, he alone guards the capital Anor Londo with the illusion of his sister.

However, due to the weakening of the First Flame, Salvation seized the opportunity to rise up and offered Gwyndolin to Aldrich. From then on, the Knights of the Darkmoon Sword lost their leader, and the Darkmoon Knights turned into Darkmoon madmen, frantically hunting down Aldrich's followers in an attempt to avenge their leader.

After the Ashes defeated Aldrich, who had devoured the gods, a glimpse of the silver soul belonging to Gwyndolin, which had not been completely devoured, could be seen within Aldrich's soul.

With this foundation, and the time reversal provided by the Time Stone, perhaps Gwyndolin can be restored, or at least brought back to life.

Now that Gwyndolin could be restored, Constantine decided to immediately pass on the news to the Nameless King of Archdragon Peak, as well as his half-dragon sister Yorshka, who was temporarily acting as the leader of the Darkmoon Knights.

However, Sirius, a two-digit girl from the Land of Twilight, brought bad news as a messenger.

"Lord Ash, the Darkmoon Knights' recruitment is facing obstacles. Someone in reality is trying to kill someone on the knighthood..."

This news caused everyone present to frown; how could anyone dare to obstruct the Darkmoon Madmen?

Upon receiving this news, Ash, the counterpart, immediately made her own judgment.

If someone is trying to stop the Dark Moon Knight in reality, then someone is trying to kill Mr. and Mrs. Smith.

Everyone in New York knew that the Smiths were under Ash's protection, and even the Continental Hotel dared not try these protected assassins without Ash's permission.

Just as Ash dialed the Smiths' number, the sound of gunfire coming from the other end made Ash frown even more deeply.

All that could be heard was John Smith's hurried reply from the other end: "Hello, this is Smith. We're busy right now, we'll call you back later!"

“It’s me, Ash.”

Upon hearing Ash introduce himself, John Smith acted as if he had taken up a weapon, firing as he shouted to Jane Smith, who was nowhere to be seen, "Jane! It's Ash on the phone. I can't explain myself clearly, you go and talk to him..."

When Jane Smith answered the phone, Ash could clearly hear the surroundings: gunshots and the sound of car engines—it was a highway chase.

Jane shouted loudly into the car's speaker, "Ash, I'm sorry I can't give you an update right now, we're being chased... I need to find a place to kill these guys or shake them off..."

Faced with this situation, Ash quickly offered a solution: "Go to Park Avenue, to the Control Bureau, someone will meet you on the way..."

The Smiths naturally cooperated fully with Ash's orders, while on the Control Bureau's side, Ghost also quietly set off with a team of people.

Ash doesn't participate in these small missions personally anymore; he just waits at the Control Bureau's base for Ghost to bring Mr. and Mrs. Smith back.

An hour later, the convoy led by Ghost returned to Control Bureau with a dilapidated Ford riddled with holes.

After the Smiths got out of the Ford, they were taken to Ash's office.

Upon meeting Ash, the Smiths began to recount the results of their recent investigation.

It turns out that when Jane Smith saw her sister's name, she was certain that her missing sister was the one who had taken revenge beforehand.

Now that her younger sister has become a member of the same knightly order as her, Jane Smith is desperate to find her long-lost relatives.

So Jane Smith went through various channels to find out about the death of her former enemy.

Unexpectedly, the investigation seemed to trigger some kind of mechanism, with assassins constantly targeting them through various means, attempting to eliminate them. Today's pursuit was just a small part of it.

“We also inquired with the mainland hotels and our own company, but they didn’t have any registration information for these hitmen, as if they were completely independent…”

Independent assassin organizations are not uncommon in this world, and the Continental Hotel is just one of the more extensive and loosely organized ones.

Even some private hitmen who do their jobs on the side have a particular interest or behavioral characteristics that drive them to kill, and no one can find any trace of them.

Such organizations or individuals would have no way of knowing who they are until they catch their agents or key figures in charge of the relationships.

Even if Ash wanted to find the relevant people, it would be incredibly difficult to search their souls without any survivors.

Now that he was safe, John Smith began to complain about how difficult it had been for him all these days.

"Those guys not only had fearless cannon fodder in front of them, but their bullets also seemed to be able to curve, coming from who-knows-where. In one battle, someone was even able to launch an ultra-long-range sniper shot under backlight conditions. If it weren't for Jane's keen senses, I would have been dead long ago."

Upon hearing the key phrase, Ash confidently stated, "What if their bullets really can curve!"

The bullets can curve, and the sniping is extremely long-range; this perfectly fits the profile of a special assassin organization, a textile factory that claims to have the loom of destiny.

The Smiths are assassins, and under normal circumstances, they don't communicate with the assassins in the textile factory. Furthermore, the textile factory assassins are completely controlled by Sloan; they believe they are being summoned and are completely disconnected from the outside world.