Lord of Cinder in American Comics

After saying that, Geralt took out a pair of weapons, holding a claw-shaped dagger in his left hand and a greatsword in his right. This greatsword was similar in appearance to the wolf knight's greatsword, but it was simpler.

The Farron Greatsword: The greatsword wielded by the watchers of the abyss. It's a unique paired weapon, often paired with a distinctive short sword. Characterized by its unique swordsmanship, primarily using the short sword, its distinctive features are particularly noticeable when wielding both swords, especially when attacking with the left hand. The Farron Undead Legion's renowned swordsmanship is similar to that used by wolves in hunting, capable of severely disrupting the enemy's rhythm.

Geralt stretched out his right arm, straightened his greatsword, and placed his left claw blade on his right arm, holding it to his chest. Pointing it towards the darkness outside, he said, "By the blood of the Undead Legion, I will slay all that is corrupted by the darkness of the abyss..."

After performing the Undead Legion's salute, Geralt glanced at Hawkwood, shook his head sadly, and said to Hill beside him, "When you see people with the same weapons as me, just point them in the right direction, but you must be careful! Absolutely! Absolutely! Absolutely do not block their way, and do not ask any questions..."

This latest warning gave Hill a glimpse into the allies that were about to appear. Geralt had once said that he would ruthlessly eliminate all darkness, and perhaps this was his ally or the source of his confidence.

Hill watched as Geralt, carrying his greatsword, slowly walked into the darkness.

The invasion of hell has begun. With the help of satellite images, Hill can clearly see that a hemispherical canopy is covering San Venganza. There is a clear dividing line between the darkness and the original area, but this dividing line is gradually becoming blurred and is constantly expanding.

At this moment, apart from Ghost Rider and Geralt, who were in San Venganza, no one else could offer any help.

No, perhaps there is one more. Hill looked at a silent Hawkwood, but Geralt's words just now were clearly ceremonial, which made everyone afraid to approach rashly.

Hawkwood looked at the Radiant Dragon Body Stone at his feet, slowly squatted down, picked it up, and held it in his palm.

Hawkwood squatted on the ground, muttering something under his breath. At first, his voice was so soft that no one around him could hear him, but gradually his tone became more and more intense.

"How pathetic, this is what a king is like. Struggling with a rotten curse, even a cursed undead still wants to believe he is 'special,' how pathetic!"

I've decided to stop running away, but I don't intend to resort to underhanded tactics. I need your acknowledgment before I'm worthy to be a dragon.

The words "become a dragon" were roared from Hawkwood's mouth, as if he were proving himself to Geralt, who had already left.

Hawkwood then threw away his shield and his greatsword, and with the claw-shaped dagger in his arms, he cut the seams of the armor and discarded them on the ground.

Tearing off the chainmail covering his head, Hawkwood put on a cone-shaped steel hat, and a set of close-fitting leather armor appeared on his body, while the cloak on his back turned red.

Holding the same Farron greatsword as Geralt, Hawkwood knelt before the Wolf Rider's greatsword, as if in prayer.

After Hawkwood finished praying, he pulled up the collar of his armor to cover his entire face, leaving only his eyes exposed.

Bowing to the darkness, the Undead Legion's ritual was like a declaration of war. Hawkwood turned to look at the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, his eyes radiating an intense killing intent that sent chills down everyone's spines.

Scanning everyone, Hawkwood's scarlet eyes blazed with a murderous intent that seemed like an instant death curse, warning each and every one of them: "We are warriors who seek out the signs of the abyss in the darkness, who share the blood of wolves and swear an oath of brotherhood. So you'd better put away your despicable thoughts. If I find out any of you have sided with the abyss, the Undead Legion of Farron will not hesitate to annihilate the entire nation..."

Chapter 275: Division

Until Hawkwood disappeared into the darkness, no one present knew who his warning was addressed to. Only the chilling murderous aura lingered on everyone's nerves, causing them to shiver involuntarily.

Hill looked at his men and had a bad feeling.

The identity and function of the hunters constantly tug at the nerves of the World Security Council, who are eager to use the hunters' methods to stop the impending war, or at least keep it under control.

With biological weapons looming on the outside and a civil war instigated by supernatural beings inside, the entire world is on edge.

Now, Hawkwood's warning, and his undisguised disgust, convinced Hill that someone in his team was causing trouble.

As for who it was, Hill couldn't be sure yet, but he observed everyone's expressions out of the corner of his eye, making sure to remember them deeply.

In the town, two Ghost Riders are desperately hunting down any demons that appear.

These little devils of hell were the first wave of vanguards; their corpses, once dead, continuously polluted the land, making the contamination of hell even more severe.

But if these little devils are left unchecked, they will continue to explore outwards as power corrupts, which will result in them expanding their territory further and eventually entering human settlements, starting a new round of killing.

The current killings are like drinking poison to quench thirst, but at least they can narrow the scope a bit. As for whether this place will become a new hell, that depends on fate.

Carter Slade kept using Winchester to kill every little devil he could see, but the sheer number of them left him somewhat overwhelmed.

The power of the hellfire within him was almost extinguished; he was now fighting desperately, and whether he could hold out until sunrise was a question.

Johnny seemed to sense Carter Slade's weakness. He swung his chains, clearing a large area, and his motorcycle, trailing trails of hellfire, drew a protective circle around Carter Slade.

Upon reaching Carter Slade, Johnny condensed his Hellfire and sent it into Carter Slade's body.

Johnny originally thought that Ghost Rider's Hellfire was universal, but to his surprise, after his Hellfire was sent into Carter Slade's body, Carter Slade was forced to turn back into human form and spew out a huge mouthful of flames.

This sudden change left Johnny somewhat bewildered; Carter Shrew seemed a little different from him.

Carter Slade, now back in human form, lay on the ground panting, looking up at Johnny in shock.

As Johnny brandished his chains to clear away the surrounding hellish imps, he explained to Carter Slade, "I apologize for my recklessness. I didn't know that hellfire wasn't universal; I just wanted to help you out."

Carter Slay sat on the ground, watching Johnny transform and unleash hellfire at will, and he realized that Johnny, the Ghost Rider, was completely different from him.

At first, Carter Slay thought that Mephisto had injected Johnny with incredibly powerful hellfire in order to kill his son, but the moment he actually touched it, the rage of the elemental demon lord within Johnny shattered his transformation.

The Elemental Lord Demon, a being capable of competing with the Dimensional Lord, is now inside Johnny's body. Even though his memories have been erased, his power and status cannot be faked.

'Mephisto, what exactly do you want?'

Carter Slay hesitated. He had a backup plan to deal with the current dire situation, but he couldn't bear the consequences of that plan.

Not to mention that old guy Mephisto was hiding somewhere, watching this scene unfold.

Getting up from the ground, Carter Slade activated his Hellfire, pouring most of it into the Winchester shotgun, and fired a shot outwards.

The properties of Hellfire prevented it from being affected by the corruption of Hell, allowing it to pass through the sky and soar into the heavens.

The hellfire on that bullet, like a beacon, drew a clear mark in the sky, guiding the starting point towards San Van González.

Carter Slay had been intensively studying the news these past two days. He understood that there were now specialists handling such matters, and that if someone outside saw the warning from this bullet, or if the mages saw it, they might have a way to resolve the trouble here.

Carter Slay, who had launched the beacon, had already lost most of his power. After throwing the Winchester shotgun to Johnny, he could only barely support his old friend and hide within the protective circle created by Ghost Rider.

Hill, from his vantage point, also saw the trace of the Hellfire bullet, which served as a signpost, pointing everyone away from the area.

The atmosphere at S.H.I.E.L.D. suddenly became awkward. Should they stay and wait for the hunters to resolve this crisis that even nuclear weapons couldn't solve, or should they follow the road signs to find a way out?

Whether their survival depends on themselves or on others, S.H.I.E.L.D. is now completely divided into two factions.

Hill watched helplessly as her men split into two factions. Those close to her had already formed a small guard around her to prevent those who wanted to escape from seizing the Wolf Rider Greatsword.

The other faction occupied the Quinjet, and they were discussing something inside the cockpit, completely ignoring Hill's leadership.

To leave this place, you must either follow the guidance of the hellfire and grope your way through the hellish sky where the five senses are lost.

Either kill Hill and take the Wolf Rider Greatsword. Since this greatsword can protect everyone, it can definitely help them leave this place.

However, Hill did not stop this division; she simply drew the sword Geralt had left her and looked at her face reflected in the mirror-like blade.

Then Hill swung his sword, turned around, and killed an agent who was trying to get his hands on the Wolf Rider's Greatsword.

Slowly wiping the blood off the blade, which wasn't stained with blood, Hill glanced at the corpse on the ground and said, "Drag it away, throw it next to the Quinjet..."

Those around saw only a flash of white light, and the person closest to the wolf knight's greatsword in the crowd was cut in two.

No one objected to Hill's actions; they followed orders and threw the body next to the Quinjet, causing gasps and commotion on the other side.

Death is the most powerful deterrent. At this moment, Hill completely severed the unease here. As for how long it will last, that depends on how long the unease here lasts, or how long it takes for the crisis outside to be resolved...

Carter Slay watched helplessly as Johnny, transformed into Ghost Rider, wreaked havoc, leaving no time to burn the corpses of these hellish imps. The corpses piled up layer upon layer, then collapsed like a city wall, burying Ghost Rider within them.

Even though Ghost Rider has risen again from the siege, it no longer possesses the same dominance as before. The relentless onslaught of hellish imps has left its skeletal body somewhat weary.

Carter Slay watched the Ghost Rider struggling, but after waiting for a long time, no reinforcements arrived.

Carter Slye, supporting his old friend, was slowly led by his warhorse to the fountain in the town, the very spot where Geralt had noticed something amiss.

Even amidst the corruption of hell, the water in the fountain remained clear and unchanged.

Carter Slade dipped himself in the fountain water and smeared it all over the fountain.

The fountain, now completely wet, gradually shed its old outer shell, leaving only its original white appearance.

Looking at the fountain in front of him, Carter Slay seemed to be recalling something. Then he made up his mind and put his hand into the fountain's reservoir.

Just as Carter Slay found something in the reservoir and was about to take it out, a large hand held him firmly in place, preventing him from moving an inch.

"Geralt? Why are you stopping me! There's no chance here anymore, let me go! This is the only way to save the world!"

Carter Slay slapped the water with his other hand, somewhat displeased with Geralt's behavior, splashing water everywhere and wetting the surroundings.

Geralt released Carter Slade's arm, then grabbed his head and shoved him completely underwater.

Carter Slay struggled as Geralt lifted him up. Looking at Carter Slay's water-streaked face, Geralt coldly said, "Calm down now? Opening the passage here is falling into Mephisto's trap. He's been waiting for you!"

As he spoke, Geralt looked at a building in the darkness, where an old man with a cane was standing on the terrace.

His eyes had transformed into those of a made-up Batman, as if he were watching a play, observing Carter Slade on stage.

Upon seeing Mephisto's figure, Carter Slay instantly snapped back to reality. When he looked again, Mephisto, who had been on the terrace, had vanished.

Leaning against the fountain, Carter Slade coughed to expel the water from his lungs and asked in a hoarse voice, "How did you figure that out...?"

Geralt pulled out the San Venganza Contract he had picked up and tossed it to Carter Slay without a second thought, saying, "This thing... I counted the souls on it. Those aren't the saints and thousands of other lives you mentioned. They're all fallen saints..."

On Earth, even that old God only managed to cultivate two saints with great effort, and they eventually ran away.

The saints within are equivalent to hundreds of gods. If you want me to think that way, it can only be a special dimension, one that can cultivate such figures.

After thinking it over, there's only one place left, isn't there? Carter Slade, what's your relationship with Vanaheim?

Vanaheim, the home of the Vana people of the World Tree, is also the most controversial place.

Of the nine realms of the World Tree, only one goddess, Frigga, married into Asgard and became the Queen of Gods in Vanaheim, while news of Vanaheim is rarely heard from other places.

Even relevant documents on Earth only mention it in the Prose Edda, and it does not appear in the Poetic Edda.

The most mysterious place is Naheim, the Ninth Realm, and even its child, Frigga, never speaks of her homeland.

Chapter 276: The Secret of Vanaheim

Upon hearing the name Vanaheim, Carter Slade relaxed and stopped struggling.

Carter Slay's eyes were filled with fear and helplessness. Looking at Geralt's expectant expression, Carter Slay shook his head with a smile and said, "If you heard about the real Vanaheim, you wouldn't think that way..."

"Tell me about it. Anyway, it's not time for the final battle yet. Judging from Johnny's fighting style, he can hold on for a long time..."

Geralt helped Carter Slye sit up and placed a bottle of the Water of Life in his hand.

Looking at the alcohol content on the bottle in his hand, Carter Slade shuddered, then shoved the bottle neck into his mouth and took a big gulp.

'cough cough'

After coughing up most of the alcohol, Carter Slade took another big gulp, this time managing to swallow the alcohol down his throat.

With a long sigh, Carter Slade said, "If the dimension you were born into is alive, and it's constantly and purposefully nurturing the life it needs, that kind of fear would make everyone want to escape from there..."

Almost everyone with the ability fled Vanaheim and became a god elsewhere. This temptation also drew ordinary people together, who then traveled to Earth through various portals.