Lord of Cinder in American Comics

Standing by the cemetery, watching the black smoke in the distance, Geralt felt he had missed a good show.

Riding on the radish, Geralt waited quietly, confident that S.H.I.E.L.D. would be able to locate him immediately once he appeared.

Sure enough, a Quinjet landed next to Geralt shortly afterward. Hill stood at the rear door, holding onto the door handle with one hand, looking down at Geralt.

Geralt urges Rob to move forward, but having just experienced a dangerous flight, Rob refuses to get close to the Quinjet.

Reluctantly, Geralt had to go alone. When he saw Hill, he noticed that her eyes were dark again, as if she hadn't slept all night.

Upon seeing Geralt, Hill began complaining, "That Johnny burned down two highways again last night, and raced through several buildings chasing enemies. Later, when he couldn't catch a flying guy, he hijacked a police helicopter and almost turned the whole city into an inferno."

After finally defeating the enemy, he actually flew his flaming helicopter to the prison and burned almost all the prisoners to ashes.

Hill's eyes were filled with helplessness and exhaustion. Johnny, the newly promoted Ghost Rider, possessed the power of Zatan Snow, one of the strongest elemental lords. The fact that he could barely control himself and not kill everyone in the city with his mortal strength was already a testament to his talent.

Just then, the sound of Johnny's motorcycle engine grew louder as it approached, finally stopping in front of Hill.

Seeing Hill's murderous expression, Johnny said sheepishly, "I'll go find Carter Slade."

After saying that, Johnny twisted the accelerator, made a sharp turn in front of the two of them, and parked on the other side of the cemetery.

Seeing Hill's barely contained rage, Geralt asked, "Do you have the helicopter he was flying last night?"

He rubbed his temples to ease his depressed mood, took a deep breath to calm himself, and slowly said, "The helicopter crashed in a valley on the other side of the city, and we haven't had time to clean it up yet."

"That's a good thing. Metal tempered by hellfire can be used to make special weapons. Even if you melt it down into bullets, it can easily wipe out a group of enemies..."

Geralt's words really diverted Hill's attention. Since he had something good in hand, Hill naturally wouldn't let it go. He turned around and went to the cockpit, where he used the equipment to send orders to the other agents, instructing them to collect the helicopter wreckage.

However, before Hill could even turn around after speaking, she felt someone hug her from behind and put their hand on her neck.

Turning around in surprise, he saw Geralt, who tightened his grip on Hill's carotid artery.

Restricting blood flow to the carotid artery can easily cause someone to fall into a coma. Geralt controlled Hill and, seeing Hill's surprised look, still managed to put her into a deep sleep.

The pilot, looking at everything before him, excitedly pulled out his weapon and pointed it at Geralt.

However, Geralt ignored the warning and carried Hill into the cabin, letting her lie down on the seat and fall asleep.

When Hill woke up again, most of the day had passed, the sun was already beginning to set, and night would fall again in a few hours.

Hill sat up and picked up the clothes covering her, which clearly belonged to Geralt, but the Quinjet was empty at the moment, with only sporadic sounds coming from outside.

Checking his weapons, Hill cocked his pistol, put it back in its holster, and then pressed the switch on the rear hatch.

In Hill's eyes, the area next to the Quinjet had turned into a barbecue party, with Carter Slade holding a beer and boasting to Johnny about how he outwitted Mephisto.

Seeing the hatch open, Hill was staring angrily outside. Johnny awkwardly raised his beer bottle to Hill, only to be ignored.

Geralt was at the barbecue grill, brushing various sauces onto the grill, completely unaware that the surrounding environment was becoming increasingly quiet and that there were fewer and fewer people around.

"Refill the cumin bottle. You need to put more cumin in the barbecue. This is enough for everyone."

Geralt spoke without turning his head to the people who had been helping him, but no one responded or reached out to take the empty cumin bottle.

Holding the kebab in his hand, Geralt looked up and found that the person in front of him was an angry Hill.

"Would you like some? It's all grilled..."

Geralt handed the skewers to Hill, only to receive a resounding slap in return.

"Snapped"

Chapter 270: Goethehildr vs. Sword

"Snapped"

The sound brought everyone around to a standstill, and the S.H.I.E.L.D. staff waited anxiously. They had arrived after receiving an emergency call from the pilot, only to find that their director had been forcibly put to sleep.

The killer, however, was someone they couldn't afford to offend. Watching the killer act nonchalantly, even directing them to bring out the tableware, the S.H.I.E.L.D. employees vented their anger on the skewers in their hands.

'It smells so good...'

The dinner party hadn't been going on for long when the crisp sound of slapping became the focus of everyone's attention.

The standoff between the man and the woman will determine the situation and direction of the scene. With food in their mouths and a sense of detached curiosity, everyone's gaze is involuntarily drawn to the barbecue grill.

Despite being slapped, Geralt acted as if nothing had happened and handed another portion of food to Hill.

If you're wrong, admit it; if you get hurt, stand firm. Regardless of your mindset, if you've offended someone, the most important thing is to bear the anger and consequences of your mistake.

Hill looked at the people and food in front of him, seemingly lost in thought, then turned and left.

Not long after, the Quinjet's engine started warming up, and within seconds the plane was gone.

Seeing their boss leave, the remaining S.H.I.E.L.D. employees hurriedly packed their belongings and rushed into various vehicles.

Soon, only three people remained in the once bustling place.

Carter Slade watched the farce unfold with a grin, simply chugging down beer bottle after bottle, as if savoring his last moments.

Geralt simply continued grilling, slowly turning the skewers over the fire.

Only Johnny, bewildered, looked back and forth, watching the departing plane and Geralt.

"Johnny, tonight is the final battle. Blackheart will use every means to force you to hand over the San Venganza Pact..."

Geralt's voice startled Johnny, who was still confused about the situation.

Johnny didn't care much. He was all alone, touring around doing stunts. How could Blackheart possibly find his weakness?

"Shit! Rosanne!"

Johnny thought of his first love, whom he had just met. Although he had stood her up twice in just two days since their reunion, their relationship was still going strong.

Johnny pulled out his motorcycle and sped off into the city; he needed to make sure his girlfriend was safe first.

In fact, Geralt and Hill both knew about Rosanne, and even Carter Shrewy realized that Rosanne would be key to deceiving Blackheart's plan.

As the saying goes, "the onlooker sees most of the game," but Johnny, caught up in the situation, remained oblivious. No one reminded him, and even now he still doesn't understand where the bait came from.

Carter Slay watched Geralt prepare to leave, gave him a Patton-style salute, and then sat down by the cemetery to enjoy his final moments.

At S.H.I.E.L.D.'s temporary headquarters, Hill had just returned and was eagerly reviewing the various events that had occurred over the past few hours.

As the director, she had to be fully aware of everything that was happening and make all the necessary preparations.

Hawkwood didn't move, still sitting in his original spot, looking utterly pathetic. Geralt actually used S.H.I.E.L.D. funds to buy groceries? And he picked the most expensive ones!

Looking at the surveillance footage and bills in his hand, veins bulged on Hill's forehead. He reached for the coffee cup next to him, but grabbed nothing.

It was only then that Hill realized that she had been away from this makeshift base for several hours and that no necessities had been prepared for her.

"Give me a strong coffee, with sugar, and hurry up!"

Hill flipped through the records, her tone somewhat harsh. The low blood sugar caused by not eating for a long time made her irritable.

At that moment, a glass of bubbly lemonade was placed next to Hill, along with a foil box.

"I ordered coffee, not... What are you doing here?"

Suppressing his anger, Hill looked at Geralt who had appeared before him, frowning as if he had seen something disgusting.

"Try my cooking. I learned how to make this from a gourmet; most people can't get their hands on this..."

Geralt, seemingly oblivious to Hill's anger, continued to say things that only fueled her rage.

"Get out. We don't need you here. S.H.I.E.L.D. will consider re-establishing a cooperative relationship with you..."

Hill's voice was a bit loud, and everyone in the command room stopped what they were doing, just like at the barbecue party earlier.

Geralt looked at the others around him, smiled, shook his head, and gestured for them to leave.

When the bureau chief gets into an argument, it's best for his subordinates to avoid the fray. Since the bureau chief didn't stop them from leaving, the others in the command room gradually left as well.

After everyone else left, Hill heard the last thing she wanted to hear.

Geralt said, "Hill, you're too withdrawn..."

"Is this what you wanted to say to me? Reclusive? I am the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., I am responsible to the World Security Council, I have to protect this planet, and no matter what kind of aliens, monsters, or demons they are, I will find a way to kill them."

I will not entrust the future of the Earth to your elusive friends. You even want war! What do you take the safety of the Earth for?!

Hill's voice was somewhat intense as she spoke her innermost thoughts without any restraint. To her, the completely unknowable and unpredictable enemy, and the aliens who constantly threatened Earth, were all heavy burdens weighing on her shoulders.

After listening to Hill finish venting her frustrations, Geralt thoughtfully pushed the water glass toward her to moisten her dry throat.

Then Geralt sat opposite Hill, looking at the lights above the command room, and said, as if recalling or narrating, "I had a friend who used to be just like you. He always wanted to bear everything by himself."

Although we share a common goal, he never teams up with others; he only issues warnings in the face of danger or offers help to others.

He accomplished all his tasks alone, showing no mercy to himself for his mission.

At this point, Geralt looked at Hill as if he were looking at a friend.

"He's like you now, shouldering everything on his own shoulders, regardless of whether he can bear it, just carrying the heavy burden of his mission and moving forward with it..."

Hill looked into Geralt's eyes, and saw the pain and loss in his gaze.

Looking at Geralt, Hill asked, "What's your friend's name?"

“Godehilt, I didn’t even say a word to him, but I received a lot of help from him.”

Godhilth, a hidden pillar from Lothric, is known as the hunter of the King's Black Hand. On the path of linking the fire to the Ashes, he drew runes to aid the Ashes before both the Abyss Watcher's gate and the gate of Sorcerer Sulyvahn.

He even moved faster than the ashes, and traveling alone, he risked his life to steal the key to the Great Archive in order to open it and help future generations. In the end, he died in front of the Great Archive.

Ash rushed to the Great Archives, only to find Godhirt's corpse and not even have a chance to speak to him.

Holding Godehild's body and the key he had hidden in his bosom, Ash was truly angry for the first time.

The once unruly sages of the Great Archives are now so cooperative with Ash's every move because of the past scene where Ash slaughtered the Great Archives into mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

In order to prevent such incidents from happening again and to save their own lives, these surviving sages of the Great Archives cooperated so readily, even handing over their educational histories to be established at the Dragon Academy.

Geralt's eyes welled up with tears, a testament to his painful past, but he quickly hid them away.

"That's why I don't want you to end up like Goldhild, carrying everything on your own..."

Geralt slowly took out two weapons, which had golden round heads, mahogany handguards, and even the hilts were exquisitely decorated with gold carvings, and the cold steel blades were engraved with striped decorations.

[Goldhild's Dual Swords: The dual swords of the hunter known as the King's Black Hand. The weapon of Goldhild, the King's Black Hand who left the castle. One of a pair of weapons. Goldhild was born a low-ranking knight, therefore his swordsmanship reflects that of a knight. Combat Art: Spinning Slash – He swings wildly while slashing at the enemy, and can follow up with a heavy attack, the Spinning Slash, before thrusting with the dual swords.]

Geralt handed the pair of weapons to Hill, saying, "These were once Godsilt's weapons. You can't use them yet, but you can keep them for now..."

Hill took the pair of swords. Compared to Geralt's usual carefree attitude and his preferred weapons, such ornate weapons were completely out of the question for this man.