Lord of Cinder in American Comics

These sounds are like ghosts, orderly yet elusive, with only their eerie rhythms echoing in your ears.

Since the Quinjet was destroyed, no more short spears have been fired. These wraiths seem to be hunting, pinning their prey in one place to prevent them from escaping the encirclement.

At this moment, a figure passed through the protective range of the Wolf Knight's Greatsword and appeared in Hill's field of vision. Then, more figures with the same equipment appeared one after another, forming an encirclement, surrounding everyone in the middle of the protective circle.

These people wore conical hats similar to Hawkwood's, but without Hawkwood's cowboy-hat brim; instead, they were just iron cones covering their heads.

Beneath the green cloaks were gray lamellar armor. To ensure flexibility, these soldiers' lamellar armor only protected the most important chest and waist areas, while the rest of the body was covered by leather or cloth armor.

These newly arrived soldiers often travel in groups of three. The two in the front row carry shields, one holds a saber, and the other carries a light rifle. The third soldier lags behind by a step and holds a burning torch high above his head to illuminate the area for those in front.

Hill noticed that the people who appeared were covered in snowflakes, as if they had just come out of the snow-covered mountains.

Like the snowflakes covering their bodies, these soldiers offered no warmth. Holding green wooden shields the same color as their cloaks, they stood guard cautiously. Their lightweight spears seemed specially designed; with each throw, the afterimage of a short spear solidified into reality, accurately targeting each of the crazed S.H.I.E.L.D. employees.

These soldiers didn't exchange a single word, as if they were born unable to speak; they simply repeated the actions of their hands, quickly killing everyone on the scene.

Hill swallowed her voice back down her throat. She didn't know how to communicate with these people who were as cold as snow, nor did she know how her voice would be treated.

Hill merely nudged Sharon Carter slightly in his direction, and dozens of short spears shot towards him.

These short spears, like a warning, accurately drew a circle around her, encircling her and Sharon Carter.

These soldiers, operating in small squads, quickly eliminated everything that moved on the ground. Just when Hill thought their battle was over, the men with sabers moved.

They raised their sabers, holding them level as in the Immortals' salute, and then swung them swiftly, the blades and air currents tearing everyone on the ground apart.

Some people were pretending to be dead on the ground, but this attack left them no time to react before their bodies were shredded, becoming one of the many pieces.

These saber-wielding soldiers moved swiftly, weaving in and out with their swords and thrusts, leaving no openings. They ensured that every person or corpse on the ground bore the marks they had left before quickly returning to their original positions.

After the two men in front finished their actions, the soldier holding the torch quickly stepped forward, held the torch diagonally in front of his chest, and aimed the flame directly at his mouth.

They bent slightly and blew air forward, and a fierce stream of fire, like a flamethrower, came from the torches, burning everything in the area to ashes.

Hill watched helplessly as they burned all the corpses to ashes, but they seemed unsatisfied, burning every inch of the land black before stopping.

Hill opened her mouth, trying to make a sound, but fear only made her mouth open; the sound only echoed in her soul and mind.

At this moment, she dared not make the slightest move. This team had a complete process for controlling the attacks with ranged short spears, for swift and decisive close-quarters combat to break through defenses and hunt down enemies, and even for disposing of the bodies and eliminating all traces.

There was no communication between them, and even the different teams cooperated perfectly. This was a unit that existed solely for hunting.

Hill could feel the chill emanating from these Farron wraiths; their killing intent, like the snow and wind swirling around them, froze him completely.

Several squads carefully surrounded Hill, holding shields to protect their vital areas from Hill's counterattack.

The short spears were already raised, and if there was the slightest movement, Hill would be met with a thousand spears piercing his heart.

Hill looked at these tall, thin warriors, their faces covered by veils, revealing only their eyes. Their empty gazes seemed to have already decided how to execute the person before them.

Just as the soldiers had raised their short spears above their heads, ready to be thrown, they seemed to receive some kind of command, quickly gathering their spears and forming ranks according to their duties.

They split into two groups, and the soldiers at the front and rear of the groups blew flames, as if welcoming someone.

Then a group of people emerged from the darkness. They were dressed in the exact same clothes as Hawkwood who had left, and even the murderous aura emanating from their scarlet eyes beneath their masks was identical. They viewed everything as equals, as if everyone was a potential target for slaughter.

Hill watched the soldiers' respectful demeanor towards these newcomers, their clothing so similar it was almost a mimicry, and gritted his teeth, thinking to himself, 'This is a puppet army!'

Chapter 278: Ghosts and the Undead Legion

If Geralt were to hear Hill's interpretation, he would surely say that the name is incorrect; the Farron Ghost is the Undertaker of the Farron Undead Legion.

The Archangel's Ghosts are a group of followers of Archangel, formed by those who cannot join the Archangel's Undead Legion. They are both candidates for the Archangel's Undead Legion and its hunters.

These groups fought to eliminate the undead infected by the abyss. They surrounded the corrupted undead with shields and spears, killing them from all sides with javelins.

Furthermore, in order to counter the unique swordsmanship of the Undead Legion, the Farron Ghosts specially crafted the Greatsword. This weapon, named the Ghost Saber, is the other side of the Farron Greatsword and has a strong characteristic of being specifically designed to counter Farron swordsmanship.

They call themselves the Specters of Farron. They are omnipresent, like ghosts, appearing and disappearing without a trace to carry out missions, and then vanishing without a trace after completing their tasks.

The Farron Specters are both the undertakers and successors of the Farron Undead Legion; they are both watchers of the Abyss. One watches over the Abyss's spread, the other watches over its corruption.

The Farronds held the Farrond Undead Legion in high esteem and aspired to be like Artorias, hunting down those who sought to destroy the Abyss.

The arrival of the Undead Legion caused the ghosts to make way, leading them to Hill.

At this moment, all the killing intent on the field seemed to disappear. Hill did not feel any discomfort, and even without the oppressive killing intent, she felt relaxed all over.

Just as she was trying to relax, Geralt's words echoed in her mind like the tolling of a bell.

'Absolutely! Absolutely! Absolutely do not block their way!'

Geralt's solemn warning woke Hill, and she realized that Geralt was not only referring to ideological obstacles, but also physical ones.

Looking into those eyes that glowed red, Hill smiled bitterly to himself. It wasn't that the murderous intent had disappeared; it was just a beautiful fantasy he had before his death.

Just as those who freeze to death feel warmth and those who burn to death feel cold, this difference in death only makes Hill feel the comfort of the disappearance of murderous intent.

Having realized the limits of life, Hill was no longer able to support herself. At this moment, she released her grip on the longsword, her body slumped to one side, and she closed her eyes, awaiting death.

However, the coldness of the sword's edge was fleeting; she could even feel the chill of the steel against her neck. Strangely, this coldness vanished in an instant.

When Hill opened her eyes, she saw everyone putting away their weapons; all the weapons were returned to their sheaths, and everyone's eyes were fixed on what was behind her.

Behind me... is the Wolf Knight's Greatsword!

Hill's body trembled violently as he recalled that Geralt had performed a strange salute towards the wolf rider's greatsword when he summoned Hawkwood to swear an oath to him before leaving.

Hill never imagined that this sword held such a high status; the mere sight of it was enough to make these ruthless hunters lay down their lives for her.

Dragging his body, which was already twisted by his will, Hill forced himself to turn around and move aside the wolf knight's greatsword that was blocking his way.

Without the gaze of these people, the original warmth vanished, replaced by a familiar murderous aura.

Hill quickly dragged Sharon Carter away from his feet to prevent his subordinate, who had been overwhelmed by murderous intent, from being killed by these people.

Upon seeing the wolf rider's greatsword before them, the Farron Undead Legion members uniformly removed their greatswords, planted them in front of them, and knelt down, hands on their swords, praying to the one wielding the wolf rider's greatsword.

The Farron ghosts laid their weapons flat on the ground, knelt on one knee, and bowed their heads to pray along with the Undead Legion.

Hill was the only one standing there, which gave her the opportunity to observe the scene.

The undead squad that arrived consisted of only a few dozen people. Apart from the captain leading them, the others were carefully guarding around an item they had brought.

It was a stone table, and on the table was a skull. The skull, which was now just bones, was even made into a cup while wearing a crown.

The crown that once surrounded the skull was removed, and a metal base extended downwards from inside the skull, placing the cup made from the entire skull steadily on the stone table.

Just as Hill was about to continue observing, the stinging pain of the murderous aura made her involuntarily look away. Her consciousness warned her that if she had any bad thoughts about this object, death would be the only thing that awaited her.

The murderous aura he had just felt was a warning emanating from the undead legions surrounding the stone table. Hill could only look elsewhere, trying to distract himself by calculating the number of approaching Farron wraiths.

Hill then realized that the number of Farron ghosts that had arrived had exceeded her expectations; as far as the eye could see, there was a sea of ​​green cloaks.

Before Hill could finish recording everything, the Undead Legion, who had led the prayer, ended their ritual and turned their crimson eyes toward Hill.

Just as Hill was thinking about how to answer the Undead Legion's question, a shield and a throwing spear were thrown in front of him.

Clearly, this was to get Hill to join the hunt for darkness, and the killing intent had already locked onto her. If she showed even the slightest sign of refusal, there would only be one outcome.

Picking up the shield, Hill went to the spot where Geralt had left her the sword. Holding the sword and shield, Hill said, "I prefer this one, is that alright..."

The Immortals didn't answer; they simply shouldered their weapons again.

The captain approached the Wolf Knight Greatsword, took a deep breath, gripped the hilt with both hands, and slowly raised the Wolf Knight Greatsword above his head.

This greatsword, imbued with faith, became the focus of the entire arena, and everyone raised their weapons with all their might, responding to its call.

With the wolf rider's greatsword taken away, the advancing group also changed.

The captain, wielding two greatswords, led the way, while the other undead soldiers, carrying the goblet, were protected in the center. Dozens of undead guarded the goblet, surrounded by thousands of Farron wraiths.

Hill could only drag Sharon Carter, who had just been woken up and was still confused, along behind in silence, while also being careful not to fall behind and be killed by the Farron Ghosts who were on guard on the perimeter.

The closer you get to San Venganza, the closer the environment becomes to the hell Hill once saw. The original soil has turned into dry sand, and the cool night breeze has now become a scorching air current mixed with the smell of sulfur.

The hellish imps that crawled out of the passage have now become the prey of the Farron ghosts.

Short spears were thrown, sabers were slashed, and even the burning of ghostly torches was unnecessary; these hellish imps turned to ashes and blended into the changing environment.

Upon arriving in town, Hill spotted a familiar figure—Carter Slade.

At this moment, Carter Slay was struggling to his feet, supporting himself with a Farron greatsword. He was also intimidated by the approaching murderous aura and had no choice but to make way.

Following the direction of the road, two trails of burning flames were stubbornly burning, as if leaving some message for those who came after.

The Undead Legion leader picked up his Farron greatsword, assumed a thrusting stance, and seeing Carter Slye's knowing expression, the leader, still ablaze, left another trail of flame beside him, just like the two before him.

Three different people used the same trick and left the same mark in the same place, but the mark was like a proclamation, warning everyone who saw it.

The three marks, when combined, resembled the claw marks of a wolf...

## Chapter 279: The Temptation of Power

The three sword marks, resembling wolf claws, are the mark left by the Immortals.

Around this symbol, the Farron ghosts began to scatter, forming three-person squads and spreading out to hunt down the imps that had emerged from hell.

Meanwhile, the Farron Undead Legion, carrying the cups and goblets from the table, headed in the direction the wolf's claws pointed, which was Geralt's current location.

The departure of the Farron Ghosts left Hill and Sharon Carter behind. These Farron Ghosts looked down on the two women's fighting abilities, and keeping them here meant they could at least keep their lives.

The warriors of Farron are not ruthless killers; they only slay the darkness and the abyss out of a sense of duty. Hill, who dared to venture deep into their territory, has already proven himself. Such a weakling is also someone Farron protects.

However, Hill did not intend to stay here. She needed to see the actual battlefield. Her men had been wiped out by these Frans. Even if she had to deal with the World Security Council's questioning, she needed to have a satisfactory answer.

After helping Sharon Carter to Carter Slay's side, Hill asked, "Could you look after her for me?"

Upon seeing a delicate and beautiful woman, Carter Shrew raised his eyebrows slightly beneath his cowboy hat, but did not change his posture of leaning on the Farron Greatsword; he simply nodded silently.

Hill placed the Ghost Shield beside Sharon Carter and also handed her the Ghost Spear that the Farron Ghost had left for them.

Sharon Carter looked at the weapons Hill handed her and shook her head, saying, "You need them..."

“I don’t know how to use a shield, and besides, I have this…”

Hill patted the longsword at her waist, trying to comfort Sharon Carter, but when she turned away, her face was full of sorrow.

Following the direction the Farron Immortals had gone, Hill quietly followed.

The undead team carrying the cups didn't advance quickly; they proceeded cautiously, checking the safety of their surroundings step by step.

When Hill saw the Farron Undead Legion carrying the stone table, she immediately stopped and waited at a distance.