Lord of Cinder in American Comics

And this is the refugee settlement of Vanaheim, the place where I used to live..."

Upon hearing Carter Slay's explanation, Geralt thought of the concept of 'world consciousness,' where each world has its own rules and acts according to the rules that gave rise to it.

For example, Hell granted Mephisto the authority of the Lord of Hell, and also granted the authority of Blackheart, the Son of Hell. However, Mephisto could not kill Blackheart in Hell; he could only imprison him and constantly create opportunities for Blackheart to come to Earth so that he could find someone to kill him.

But as Carter Slay said of Vanaheim, such rules are like the difference between simplicity and intelligence.

"If that's the case, how did you manage to escape? If the world truly has consciousness, you wouldn't have been able to escape at all..."

Carter Slay said, "Of course it's not really conscious; it's just a form, a tendency, and it might not even be able to perfect itself for tens of thousands of years. But when we die in Vanaheim, our souls are absorbed by it, which accelerates this transformation."

No one wants to live in fear, especially when that fear is accelerating and we don't know when it will arrive. Therefore, we are constantly searching for new routes to evacuate from Huanaheim.

Carter Slade's words were filled with helplessness; living in fear, and leaving the hometown that wanted to devour him was the only way to be reborn.

After hearing Carter Slay's explanation, Geralt finally understood why information about Vanaheim was so scarce; those who escaped from Vanaheim did not want it to be found.

But with Vanaheim's power, even a slight leak could banish the hellish authority from this place, and could even turn it back into a holy land on earth.

Whether Mephisto's move was intentional or accidental is unknown.

Geralt pondered what he knew, and considering Earth's special status, he figured Mephisto's main goal was simply to eliminate Darkheart, and that seeing his old friend Carter Slyde was also a way to see how things were going.

Earth is the central courtyard, and the nine realms on the World Tree are precisely axially symmetric spaces centered on the central courtyard.

If Mephisto could use this passage to extend his power deeper into Vanaheim, he would probably be laughing out loud.

Dealing with a potentially conscious world, such contamination and alteration would be child's play for the Lord of Hell's power.

Even Odin, if he wanted to, could destroy Vanaheim simply by opening the Bifrost, without needing to put in much effort.

However, this would disrupt the balance of the Nine Realms, and the World Tree might collapse. The consequences would be too severe for Odin to accept.

Therefore, he will only turn a blind eye and allow these refugees from Vanaheim to travel to other worlds through various channels, thereby limiting any changes to Vanaheim.

Since there is no soul, it is impossible to evolve true consciousness. This comes at no cost to Asgard, and the Asgardian army can seal it off until Asgard is destroyed.

Mephisto's departure also confirms that he was unaware of the matter; Carter Slade never actually handed the contract to Mephisto.

Mephisto only thought that Carter Slade had devoured a batch of his souls, never imagining that they were food cultivated in Vanaheim.

Mephisto's departure, a master of strategic planning and manipulation, precisely reveals a fact he was unaware of. Otherwise, by sealing off this place with the death of Blackheart, Carter Slye would surely have opened a passage to eliminate the threat.

Wouldn't it be better for him to reappear then than to stand on the terrace and watch the show?

Geralt already knew that somewhere, Mephisto was beating his chest in regret, lamenting that he had appeared and destroyed Vanaheim, which he could have obtained.

'Even if Odin is maintaining the Nine Realms, what does that have to do with Mephisto in Hell? Unless you, Odin, offer me money to give it up.'

As he contemplated the loss of countless souls through his fingers, Mephisto gripped his cane tightly in the darkness, making it creak.

Mephisto slammed his cane on the ground, striking it forcefully. His anger had already caused his body to begin to crumble; it wouldn't be long before he had to replace it with another.

However, after receiving news from Vanaheim, Mephisto instantly developed several more plans. He had plenty of time and could always plan things out slowly.

After hearing Carter Slay's explanation, Geralt looked at Carter Slay, who could no longer lift his hands, with sympathy, and prepared to let him see the expulsion from hell before he died.

Geralt shouldered the Farron Greatsword and prepared to head towards the center of the Blackheart's death eruption.

However, just as Geralt was about to leave, Carter Shrew called him back.

"Wait, Geralt, I have something to tell you..."

Turning around, Geralt waited for Carter Slay, who was struggling to breathe.

Carter Slay hesitated for a moment before saying, "That Johnny harbors an elemental lord demon within him. You must be careful; his power doesn't require sacrificing his lifespan or soul. To prevent him from unleashing his power, it would be best to banish him to Hell as well..."

After Carter Slade finished speaking, he let out a long sigh of relief. The secret he had just learned made him open his heart to his allies.

Born in Vanaheim, Carter Slay's lifespan of thousands of years was reduced to a mere 150 years by the cost of using Hellfire.

An elemental lord demon would pay the price for using Hellfire, and if Johnny were to unleash his power, it would be a catastrophe that destroys the world.

Geralt looked at Carter Shrew, somewhat surprised. Even in the face of death, he was worried about the Earth?

Geralt put down his weapon, knelt down in front of Carter Slyne, and stared into his eyes, which made Carter Slyne a little embarrassed, but with death imminent, he was able to calmly face everything.

Through Carter Slay's eyes, Geralt saw through his entire life. Born in Vanaheim, he learned the truth of the world amidst panic, then drifted with the tide and fled. His reckless behavior on Earth, his arrogance after receiving Hellfire, his regret and anger at witnessing the death of his people, and then silently hiding himself, enduring 150 years of loneliness.

At this moment, Carter Slade's soul fire was on the verge of extinction, and it was uncertain whether he could even hold on until dawn, but the quality of his soul had reached its peak.

Geralt planted his greatsword in front of Carter Slay and turned to walk away slowly.

Geralt, your weapon!

"Leave it for now. You have two choices: one, watch me resolve the problem here, and then face death with equanimity; two, refuse to die, take my weapon, declare war on all darkness, and kill everyone who comes into contact with it..."

"Ahem... Geralt, I am from Vanaheim, and with the soul of a saint, I am naturally hostile to darkness..."

"Then you still accept Mephisto's hellfire?"

"Ahem...I was very young back then..."

Before Carter Slay could offer any further explanation, Geralt simply drew a Farron greatsword, gripping it in his right hand and drawing power in front of his left chest.

Then came a fierce thrust, and the Farron Greatsword sent Geralt flying, its blade piercing the air and shooting out flames.

The flames remained behind Geralt, their traces somewhat abstract, resembling a single claw mark.

Carter Slay watched Geralt's moves, never imagining that this guy who always used S.H.I.E.L.D. to cause trouble would actually have such great strength.

'Perhaps he really can banish hell…'

Carter Slay was pinning his hopes on Geralt when a sudden remark from beside him sent chills down his spine.

"Fran Greatsword? You're shrouded in darkness, can't I kill you?"

Like a frozen machine, Carter Slade twisted his neck, which had been frozen by murderous intent, and saw the figure beside him.

Leather armor stained with the stench of slaughter, a tall hat like a sharp cone, a face obscured except for scarlet eyes.

The murderous aura emanating from those eyes made the Ghost Rider sense Niflheim's ruthlessness.

But what terrified Carter Slade even more was that the weapon in his hand was now placed next to his neck, the tip of the sword already stuck in the fountain, ready to behead him with a mere flick of the wrist.

Fortunately, the man only glanced at Carter Slay and let him go, but the murderous aura still lingered around him, as if waiting for his move, ready to cut off his head as soon as Carter Slay made a move.

"Wolf Sword Technique..."

Hawkwood looked at the marks Geralt had left behind, assumed the same pose as Geralt, gathered the power of fire, and then thrust out swiftly, adding another claw mark next to the one Geralt had left.

Only when he felt the murderous aura gradually dissipate did Carter Slade dare to continue breathing; the pressure just now made him feel that he was one step closer to death.

Looking at the greatsword beside him, Carter Slay moved his buttocks toward the sword. This sword might be his hope of seeing the sun again. These terrifying figures who suddenly appeared with murderous aura that broke through their souls were obviously appearing in a systematic way. In order not to be killed casually, Carter Slay felt that it was better to get closer to this greatsword.

## Ask for leave

I realized my writing was terrible. I'm taking a day off to rearrange things; the Immortals need to live up to their mission of suppressing the Abyss.

I'm a Wisdom Warrior, wielding a shield, straight sword, and staff. A steady, methodical approach is my forte. I have no chance against this kind of street dancer.

Chapter 277: The Ghost of Fran

Hill is communicating with the World Security Council, trying to persuade them not to abandon nuclear weapons.

Hill, here, has become a rivet; her presence here will delay the World Security Council's nuclear bombs from falling by even a minute.

Hill's role is to maintain communication between S.H.I.E.L.D. and the World Security Council. If she dies here, it will inevitably affect the transmission of the World Security Council's orders.

Even if Nick Fury were to disappear, it wouldn't cause as much of a commotion as the disappearance or death of Hill. After all, while Nick Fury was still in office, Hill was already an agent planted by the World Security Council, tasked with becoming a spy for the World Security Council.

This is also why Hill was able to quickly take control of the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. after Nick Fury's disappearance; she knew almost everything about S.H.I.E.L.D.

But now Hill is somewhat unsure whether she understands S.H.I.E.L.D. at all.

Just now, she was forced to kill another person who tried to get his hands on the Wolf Knight's Greatsword. This was someone she had personally vetted. She thought she knew this subordinate inside and out, but she couldn't see his true intentions.

Strangely, these agents found that once they stepped outside the protective range of the Wolf Rider Greatsword, they would completely lose their five senses, become part of the darkness, and all means of communication would become ineffective.

But within range of the Wolf Rider's Greatsword, Hill could even go on Twitter and see the flamboyant Stark bragging about the impending completion of his Stark Tower.

Everyone present realized the special nature of this protective circle, making the Wolf Knight's Greatsword the object of everyone's struggle. Whoever obtained that greatsword would have a chance to survive!

If this were the old S.H.I.E.L.D., such a disobedient and undisciplined situation would never have occurred, but now, the darkness of hell has amplified their dark side.

Now everyone is a competitor, everyone is an enemy that prevents me from surviving!

Several gunshots rang out from the Quinjet, and after the bullets ricocheted off the cabin walls, several painful thuds followed.

Next came the preheating sound of the engines, drawing everyone's attention to the Quinjet about to take off.

This was their only hope of escape! Everyone was rushing toward the Quinjet, having long forgotten their original orders and regulations. Now, most of those present only had eyes for the Quinjet that was about to take off.

On the external pylons of the aircraft, some people had already secured their spots, waiting for the plane to take them away.

However, his companion, who was right behind him, grabbed his leg without mercy and tore him to the ground, and then stomped on his friend on the ground without mercy.

To seize this tiny opportunity, the two began a merciless tearing and fighting.

The agents present seemed to have forgotten all the fighting skills they had been trained in, leaving only the three basic moves of street brawls: gouging eyes, kicking groin, and pulling hair.

At this moment, the people, enraged by their ferocity, seemed to have forgotten that they originally intended to serve as attachments to the Quinjet in order to escape from the darkness. They were only concerned with facing the enemy in front of them, bringing their mouths close and taking a big bite.

Hill had lost all hope in the situation. Only Sharon Carter could barely maintain her sanity, probably because Hill had secretly given her the Mossball Fruit before.

The Quinjet's engines were already warmed up, and the turbine engines were spewing flames downwards. It would only take a few seconds of acceleration to leave this hellish place.

Just as the Quinjet hovered and searched for direction, several short spears, like those made of energy, accurately struck the Quinjet's engine.

The engine explosion caused the plane to fall helplessly from the sky to the ground. Fortunately, the hovering distance was not high, and the plane was able to remain intact after crashing.

But the people in the darkness gave the plane no chance, and a continuous barrage of short spears struck it, turning it into a pincushion.

At the same time, these short spears seemed to possess some unique power, piercing the aircraft and causing it to annihilate a layer of its outer armor.

At this moment, the Quinjet was like a piece of cheese, riddled with holes, revealing the various equipment inside and the pilots looking for a chance to escape.

Before the driver could unbuckle his seatbelt, two more short spears shot in through the first hole. One hit the driver in the chest, pinning him to the seat, while the other spear immediately decapitated him.

The crazed S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, the deadly short spears shot from the darkness—this turn of events drove Hill to despair as she looked into the darkness, drawing ever closer to the Wolf Rider's greatsword, as if only this greatsword could give her a sliver of security.

Hill pressed her back tightly against the Wolf Rider's greatsword, pinning Sharon Carter beneath her, sword in hand, cautiously on guard against any threat lurking in the darkness.

But the sounds in the darkness grew closer and closer, becoming more and more orderly, like a well-organized army approaching in formation.