Lord of Cinder in American Comics

As if seeing Hill's actions, the last member of the Undead Legion turned and glanced at Hill, the warning in his eyes making Hill feel the approach of death once again.

Fortunately, the warning was only momentary, and Hill quickly returned to normal as the Undead Legion continued their advance.

Having found the Undead Legion, Hill did not continue following them. Although Hill could not see the situation on the battlefield, she could already hear the sounds of swords clashing.

After searching the surroundings, Hill finally climbed to the top of the house closest to the battlefield, where she would record the battle.

As soon as Hill climbed onto the roof, he saw the most unbearable sight.

Like a deep crater created by a nuclear explosion or meteorite impact, at its very center is a sphere shimmering with black light, from which various demons are spewing forth.

These demons are mostly the lowest-ranking lesser demons or hellish imps; they make a racket and are hacked to pieces before they can even see their surroundings.

"Mountains of corpses and seas of blood" is not enough to describe the scene before us. The corpses of various demons are piled up randomly, layer upon layer, and their blood flows into the black sphere.

It's like a cycle: the black sphere spews out inferior demons, which are then killed, and then the black sphere recycles the demons' blood.

Hill, who was lying on the roof, noticed the house shaking. The outer wall was collapsing under the shaking and slowly sinking along the direction of the black ball.

The pit containing the black ball expanded further, and the black ball moved closer to the ground once more.

The sound of metal colliding rang out again, and the sparks in the air caught Hill's attention. Below the black sphere, sparks were flashing continuously, as if someone was preventing it from descending.

The enhanced Hill, barely able to make out the fleeting figures in the air, recognized Geralt and Hawkwood as the departing individuals.

Geralt swept his greatsword across the ground, killing the undead that had just appeared beneath the black orb. Then, using the momentum, he plunged the claw-shaped dagger in his left hand into the ground.

Using the claw-shaped dagger for support, Geralt launched a wider-range attack, clearing out an area.

Geralt, having completed his momentum attack, did not stop. He drew the dagger from the ground in his left hand, flipped himself up, and changed the direction of his greatsword with the twist of his body, slashing down at the black sphere in the air.

The Fran greatsword struck the black ball, producing the same collision sound as before, further slowing the black ball's descent into the ground.

While Geralt was airborne, Hawkwood performed the exact same maneuver Geralt had just executed, wiping out all the enemies behind Geralt.

As Geralt landed, his claw-shaped dagger extended towards Hawkwood, while Hawkwood also extended his own dagger towards Geralt.

The two uniquely shaped short swords clashed together, their distinctive designs playing a crucial role as their curved blades and serrated edges interlocked and locked together.

Using the dagger as a link, Hawkwood swung Geralt halfway around and then threw him away.

Even during this half-circle activity, Geralt took the opportunity to clear the area around Hawkwood.

The two did not exchange a single word; they were only responsible for eliminating the enemies in front of them, while entrusting their rear to their trusted comrades.

Hill was somewhat taken aback. The battle before her was completely beyond her imagination. Even though she had experienced many battles with astonishing individual combat power, she never imagined that a human body could fight so swiftly.

Just then, the entire pit began to shake, and rubble began to slide down to the bottom. The demon's blood and corpse followed the path created by the vibrations to the black sphere, where they were absorbed.

To avoid this unwarranted harm, Hawkwood had to retreat from his spot, separating himself from Geralt and observing the situation on either side.

As if it had evolved, the vibrations emitted by the black sphere affected the surrounding environment and brought forth new demons.

With a lizard-like upper body and elongated limbs that lift it off the ground like an animal, each spike on its back resembles a giant serration. Not to mention the blue venom sacs extending from its chest to its mouth.

These guys had barely appeared when they were taken down by firebombs thrown from all directions, and the shockwaves and flames from the explosions caused the crater to expand even further.

The vibrations caused by the black ball stopped, as if it were contemplating something.

At this moment, the surrounding environment gradually changed, the desolation of hell was gradually replaced, and a palace appeared around the black sphere.

The palace is magnificent and surpasses any other architectural complex in the world by any standard.

Outside the palace, all sorts of demons roamed, hordes of Fallen Ones patrolled, and the Needle Demons on the towers kept watch over everything.

The scene shifts to inside the palace, where a ram-headed man wielding a weapon acts as an overseer, striking each slow-moving imp and urging them to deliver their belongings to each room.

In those rooms lived all sorts of succubi, whose naturally perfect figures, partially concealed by light gauze, spoke volumes about their physical desires without a word.

Even Hill, standing on the rooftop, couldn't help but swallow hard as he watched the scene unfold; the flames of desire within him were already burning uncontrollably.

As if responding to Hill's desires, the scene instantly changed, and various demon armies began to appear. Necromancers formed a grand army, followed by fallen spellcasters wielding various homemade weapons.

Liches within the army are constantly summoning all sorts of skeletons to fill the weak points in the formation, while various arthropods flying in the sky serve as scouts.

A mysterious voice emanated from Hill's heart, telling her that if she accepted the contract with the Black Ball, she could control this army and become the new ruler of Hell.

The allure of power that could change the world was exactly what Hill needed; her aloof personality masked her thirst for power.

Now, the status represented by the palace, the obedience represented by the demons, and the military power represented by the army are all laid out before Hill. As long as she touches the black sphere, all of these will be within her reach.

Desire began to surge from the depths of her heart, and a voice in her mind compelled her to go to the location of the black ball.

'Is this power? The power to change the world!'

Hill muttered to herself, envisioning herself, after gaining this power, driving all the lawless supernatural beings off Earth.

Are you a little silly?

After Hill said this, the screen paused as if trying to figure out what Hill meant, before the visuals became more impactful.

Hill watched the scene like she was watching a movie, judging everything on screen. She found the Fallen Ones too ugly, and the goat-headed people reminded her of the taste of mutton. The succubi were all too similar—busty, long-legged, slim-waisted, and pretty-faced—none of them appealed to her.

The image began to distort, changing according to Hill's instructions, and finally, images of the In the Night Garden appeared.

Seeing that something actually appeared according to his design, Hill laughed and said, "Looks like you really don't have much of an IQ. I thought Geralt's talk about the authority of Hell was something else, but it turns out it's just a fixed program..."

Only then did the obscuring image in front of Hill slowly dissipate, revealing the true environment.

Under Fran's cleanup, the demons here were suppressed beneath the black sphere, and whenever a demon appeared, it would be annihilated by countless javelins.

The demons were no longer a threat, but the Farron ghosts were on guard against other threats. Ghost javelins were poised to fire, and ghost shields formed a battle formation, carefully surrounding their target.

The target is Hill, and if Hill shows any sign of making a deal with or merging with the dark forces, death will be her only fate.

Once Hill regained his senses, they slowly retreated, leaving the space to Hill.

Only then did Hill notice that Geralt, with the Farron Undead Legion, had placed the stone table beneath the black sphere, with the cups on the table facing the sphere.

As if sensing Hill's gaze, Geralt turned to look at Hill and waved to her, as if nothing had happened.

Before Hill could even relax, Geralt raised the Farron Greatsword and swiftly hurled it at him.

The swirling greatsword finally landed beside Hill, blocking the hand that was coming towards her.

"It's really tough on an old man like me. I've finally found a suitable candidate for the authority of hell..."

If you ignore his sunken eye sockets and the necrotic skin that's about to peel off, Mephisto's body is actually quite handsome. Mephisto withdrew his hand, picked up his cane to support himself, and gave Hill a hellish smile.

Chapter 280: The Immortals' Battle

Geralt appeared beside Hill, pulled the Farron Greatsword from the ground, slung it over his shoulder, and used his body to shield Hill from Mephisto's view.

Upon seeing Geralt, Mephisto became cautious. The man before him possessed a mixture of various powers, and if a suitable dimension were to be born, he could become the new ruler of that dimension.

Mephisto had never seen anyone like this on Earth before, possessing power yet remaining unmanifested. But thinking of the Ancient One's domineering nature and rules, Mephisto seemed to understand something, and regarded Geralt as someone like him, forced to act within the Ancient One's rules.

Mephisto needs the call and sacrifice of his followers, and the person before him cares so much about Hill, Hill is his summoner.

Just as Mephisto was about to speak with Geralt, a barrage of javelins rained down from the sky, covering the entire area.

Under Geralt's cover, Hill managed to catch a glimpse of Mephisto's shock amidst the deafening bombardment, but his vision was immediately obscured by the billowing dust.

Hill, grabbed by the belt, was pulled out of the bombing zone by Geralt. Ignoring her current position, she looked at Mephisto's location and asked, "Did you take him down?"

"How could that be? You underestimate the Lord of Hell. He's not that fool, Blackheart Demon. The difference between the Lord of Hell and the Son of Hell is like the difference between gold and brass—there's simply no comparison..."

The relentless bombardment was getting to Mephisto, who was caught in the crossfire. As the Lord of Hell, he couldn't escape the bombardment like an ordinary person.

Unable to endure the attack any longer, Mephisto swung his cane, sending all the javelins flying and clearing away the surrounding dust.

Mephisto, his face dark, looked at Geralt and the surrounding soldiers and said with some displeasure, "I'm just here to collect my son's things. Give me this, and I'll leave..."

Geralt looked around and pointed to the surrounding smoke and dust, saying, "Your son self-destructed, he's turned to ash and it's all over the place. Let me find you a broom, you can sweep it up slowly..."

Mephisto, seeing Geralt feigning ignorance, slammed his cane on the ground. Darkness began to spread from behind him as he spoke in a hoarse voice, "Give me the authority of the Son of Hell! Otherwise, you will be declaring war on Hell!"

However, Geralt remained noncommittal, pointing at Mephisto's transformed appearance and saying, "Your eyelid stitches are coming undone. Who did your double eyelid surgery? The stitching is terrible..."

Has this body had double eyelid surgery? Mephisto placed his hand on the corner of his eye with suspicion, only to feel scars from the body's corruption by hellish power.

"Look! He actually believed it! The Demon King of Hell actually believed it! He really did have double eyelid surgery!"

Geralt pointed at Mephisto's actions and shouted mockingly, as if calling on everyone to laugh at Mephisto.

Such an insult made Mephisto lose his temper. Talking was useless, so he took action directly.

Like the Blackheart Demon, Mephisto's lower body transformed into black mist and lunged at the black sphere formed from the power of hell.

The javelin attack did not stop Mephisto; it merely landed behind him. Only a very few javelins managed to hit him, but they all passed through his body without causing any damage.

Just before Mephisto's hand was about to touch the black sphere, a flaming slash stopped him.

That was the silent captain of the Undead Legion. At this moment, his body surface was like burning embers, and the Farron Greatsword looked as if it had just been taken out of a furnace, its scorching blade radiating an orange-red metallic light.

Mephisto withdrew his hand, looking at the charred wound on his hand that even the power of hell could not heal, and asked incredulously, "What kind of power is this?"

However, the captain did not answer any of Mephisto's questions. Instead, he crouched down and stretched out his arms, placing the Farron Greatsword and the claw-shaped short blade on either side of his body.

Without any pleasantries or pre-battle preparations, the captain went straight into the second phase, and the power of the Lord of Cinder that he had obtained by gathering wolf blood was now manifesting on his body.

The claw-shaped dagger was thrown at Mephisto, flying towards his face before he turned and dodged it.

But the ensuing fiery downward slash from the Farron Greatsword forced Mephisto to abandon his previous elegance and awkwardly dodge to the side.

However, before he could even catch his breath, two Franz greatswords came slashing down from behind, blocking his retreat.

The captain, engulfed in flames, spun in the air, gripping the Farron Greatsword with both hands, shrinking his body to its smallest size at extremely close range, leaving only the blade carrying immense force as he cleaved down at Mephisto's head.

Wolf Leap, a unique move in Wolf Swordsmanship, involves a heavy attack that causes the user to leap forward, roll in the air, and then unleash a vertical slash. This move can often reduce the enemy's resilience and break through their defense while dodging their attacks.

With two weapons blocking his back and the captain's wolf sword technique in front of him, Mephisto had nowhere to hide.

The three weapons converged on Mephisto's body, splitting him into seven parts.

The flames on the captain's blade instantly incinerated the body corrupted by hell, and ashes scattered in the storm created by the blade's slashing.

"Very well! I'll remember you! You'll regret facing a demon king from hell!"

Mephisto, having detached from his body, transformed into a different form. His distinctive red skin, characteristic of demons from hell, became dominant, while his upper body was exposed, and his cane transformed into a scepter.

Mephisto, having revealed his true form in Hell, was in a hurry. Without a physical body to support him, his power would gradually weaken if he were exposed on Earth. He needed to return to Hell immediately to replenish himself.

But the humiliation of losing his body made Mephisto unwilling to retreat. He had already made his tough statement, so he had to show off his skills.

Mephisto raised his scepter, and immediately a vast army of hell appeared behind him, filled with all sorts of demons, more than Hill had seen in the illusion.