Lord of Cinder in American Comics

The skeleton archers behind the army were the first to attack, and a rain of arrows responded to the javelin throws, blotting out the sky as they fell upon the undead and the Farron ghosts.

However, the Farron Immortals did not move an inch, nor did they use their weapons to parry, allowing the arrows to pass right through them.

Hill looked at the arrows and instantly understood that they were all illusions, projections created by Mephisto.

Before Hill could get a good look, the sounds of bodies falling and arrows hitting shields came one after another.

Some of the Farron ghosts tried to raise their shields to block, but the arrows that were originally fake became real, violently impacting the shields. Some ghosts who couldn't block in time were pierced through and fell helplessly to the ground.

"Are there real arrows mixed in there?"

Hill couldn't help but shout out. In her opinion, this kind of fake-and-real approach was a bit underwhelming for the Demon King of Hell. Who would use such petty tricks to fight an enemy?

However, Geralt pressed Hill's head down, turning her around to redirect her gaze away from Mephisto.

Geralt said, "That's not real, it's all fake..."

Hill said in disbelief, "But people really are injured! They've been hit by arrows and fallen down, isn't there any medical support?"

Geralt said, "That's all fake, all an illusion created by Mephisto. He just mixed in memory manipulation magic. If you believe it's real, your body will change and create wounds on your body."

There were no medical personnel in Fran; any death was inevitable. They wouldn't survive until they became part of the immortals; those with weak wills would not be accepted by the wolf bloodline…”

Geralt's words were somewhat cold, yet they were like some kind of established ritual that no one was trying to change.

When Mephisto saw that the illusions were useless against these people, he changed his tactics. He planted his scepter in the ground, and the scepter began to expand, from which an egg quickly grew, and then detached and fell to the ground.

Two upright, curved horns, like a bizarre face that is a hybrid of a bull's head and a sheep's head, the muscles of the body bulging out, with only a few hairs wrapped around the neck like a neck guard.

Its arms are like those of a gorilla, except they are covered with black scales, the sharp scales standing up like blades.

From the chest down along the ribs, the demon's yellow eyes were neatly arranged, but on his stomach was a rough, large mouth.

The gaping maw revealed fangs that resembled tightly meshed saw teeth, with hellfire emanating from between them.

As soon as it appeared, this unique demon grabbed the corpse on the ground and began frantically stuffing it into its belly mouth, then burning it with hellfire.

Seeing that the demon was only focused on eating, Mephisto couldn't resist any longer. He pulled out his scepter from the ground and smashed it into the demon's leg.

The demon was startled and turned around angrily, but the moment it saw Mephisto, it swallowed the roar.

Mephisto pointed at the vigilant undead squad, and the demon pounded its chest like a gorilla, accidentally smashing several of its own eyes. Mephisto couldn't help but look at his creation, wondering if it had lost its mind.

The Undead Legion's attack came immediately. Two members demonstrated the first stage of their swordsmanship, slashing the demon's ankle with their blades close to the ground.

The sound of metal clashing rang out. The demon, which was large on top and small on the bottom, couldn't see its feet at all and could only keep walking forward. But looking at the rapidly healing wounds, it didn't matter whether it cared or not.

The Undead Legion's resistance did not falter after one or two attacks; they continued to probe every inch of the demon's skin, trying to find its weakness.

But no matter what kind of attack it receives, it can only inflict superficial wounds that heal rapidly, and cannot stop its advance in the slightest.

Now only the captain can stop it. Flames gather along the blade to the hilt, then it thrusts out with a sudden burst.

The captain passed straight through the demon, with only a wisp of flame appearing on the tip of his sword. Just as he sheathed his sword and turned around, the flames began to erupt along the path of his thrust.

The flames that appeared were like an even more intense fiery slash, cleaving the demon in two along the thrust.

Hill suppressed her excitement and forced herself not to shout. She had never seen a battle end so quickly.

But then Hilna showed this expression again, and the demon's large mouth began to spew out hellfire, which spread along the body that had been split in two, stitching the entire body back together.

Chapter 281: We are the Undead Legion, and our will will never waver.

Hill saw the demon and gave a knowing look.

From the dimensional invasion and the constant fall of the siege assault beasts to the vampire incident, almost all the opponents can be resurrected, or rather, they have a way to avoid death.

And now this guy with a mouth on his stomach can sew himself back together with hellfire even if he's cut in half.

Hill gave up on thinking about it. Anyway, Geralt was there for him, and he was sure Geralt would have a solution. He didn't need to worry about it.

However, Geralt's attention was not on the demon; he was only focused on the speed at which the black ball sank into the cup, as if the demon was unimportant.

With a sigh, Hill rubbed her neck, which was stiff from the intense tension she felt upon seeing Mephisto. Anyway, Geralt wasn't speaking, so it wasn't her place to interfere.

After slicing the demon open, the captain became interested and kept trying out sword techniques on it. He used the unique moves of Wolf Swordsmanship and Faran Swordsmanship to cut the demon to pieces.

The demons were no match for them; they were merely targets.

After Mephisto summoned the demon, he disappeared without a trace, whether he returned to hell or hid in the shadows preparing to cause trouble.

The captain restrained the demons, while the other team members reclaimed the authority to seal the Son of Hell; everything was moving in a positive direction.

However, unexpected events can always occur, causing the original plan to deviate from its normal course.

Ghost Rider, or more precisely, Ghost Rider transformed from Johnny, somehow broke through Farron's blockade and appeared near the Authority.

At this moment, Ghost Rider has lost Johnny's consciousness; he will only treat everyone equally and send everyone he sees to hell.

Hellfire erupted from Ghost Rider's eye sockets, as if declaring war on everyone.

The Undead Legion was already adept at dealing with mindless enemies driven by desire. The captain backstabbed the demon with the Farron Greatsword, gripped the hilt with both hands, and hurled the demon at Ghost Rider.

Give such mindless enemies a goal, and they'll be like headless flies, forgetting their previous thoughts.

Sure enough, Ghost Rider forgot about the others and made the approaching demon his primary target.

He swung the chains and hurled them at the oncoming demon. The chains, stained with hellfire, wrapped around the demon and bound it tightly.

Like a new toy, Ghost Rider uses the demon as a flail, swinging it around in circles in the sky.

But why are the chains in my hands getting heavier and heavier?

Ghost Rider turned his head and saw that the demon on the chains had somehow broken free of its restraints. Its mouth, like a meat grinder, was constantly chewing on the chains and getting closer to Ghost Rider.

Upon seeing this, Ghost Rider displayed a puzzled expression for the first time on his skull.

To defeat the demon, Ghost Rider imbued the chains with hellfire, and the flames burned along the chains toward the demon.

The tactics that were once invincible against demons have now lost their original effectiveness.

When the hellfire reached the demon's body, it was absorbed into its belly mouth like eating spicy snacks.

Furthermore, after absorbing Hellfire, the demon's body changed, showing a tendency to transform from a Ghom into an Azmodan.

Before Ghost Rider could react, Gom opened his mouth wide and sucked in all the hellfire, then lunged to swallow Ghost Rider whole.

Whether for some reason or Mephisto's design, Ghost Rider offered no resistance whatsoever; he was swallowed whole without even being chewed by Gom.

Having been charged by Ghost Rider, Gom began to take Ghost Rider's place, launching an attack on the surrounding Farron ghosts.

For some unknown reason, Gom no longer used the large mouth on his belly, but instead used his body to ram into the Farron ghosts, knocking them back in droves.

Whether it was the ghost javelin or the ghost saber, they all struck Gom as if they had sunk into the sea, without causing the slightest ripple.

There are indeed powerful ghosts who can use weapons to damage Ghom, but the damage is not as fast as the healing speed of Ghom's wounds, and these healing wounds will swallow the weapon whole into their bodies.

For a time, the ghosts were helpless against this demon.

The ghosts were helpless, but the undead army withdrew from the area, standing in neat rows as if waiting for something.

Hill also noticed the change in the situation; she saw Geralt looking at the Undead Legion and standing quietly.

Hill asked, "Geralt, what's wrong? Is the enemy difficult to deal with?"

Geralt shook his head and said, "No, they're just waiting, waiting for someone to make a decision..."

"Waiting for whom? Who else is here..."

At this point, Hill shut her mouth, thinking of someone: Hawkwood, who had disappeared after the Immortals appeared.

After working together with Geralt, the Immortals appeared, and Hawkwood disappeared, as if only one of them could appear.

Hill recalled Hawkwood's previous actions; he had undoubtedly chosen the path of the Immortals. So why did Geralt say that he had to wait for him to make a decision?

Hill said to Geralt, "Geralt, do you know what? Everyone is strongly demanding that the Riddler get out of Gotham City!"

She only says half of what she means and makes people guess. How is she supposed to write a report after that?

However, Hill knew that Geralt would only say what she knew. Even now, she knew nothing about the upcoming war, only that it would happen, but she didn't know the time or place.

She said these things to respond to the questions from the World Security Council, since the World Security Council is the official authority.

Geralt waved in the direction of the Undead Legion, as if asking for something, but received no response.

Awkwardly withdrawing his hand, Geralt, without turning his head to avoid Hill seeing his embarrassed expression, said, "Do you know what Hawkwood's previous title was?"

"do not know……"

"Hawkwood the Escapee, he is an escapee from the Farron Immortals..."

Hill was somewhat puzzled. Titles only indicate what a person has done. Escape?

The question prompted Hill to ask, "Does this mean anything? Did he escape from the Farron Immortals?"

Geralt looked at the Immortals, touching the scar on his left eye as if reminiscing.

Suddenly, Geralt asked Hill, "Hill, what is S.H.I.E.L.D.'s attitude towards agents who leave abruptly?"

Attitude? There is no attitude whatsoever. Leaving S.H.I.E.L.D. is simply impossible. A hasty departure would only result in endless pursuit by S.H.I.E.L.D.

Thinking about this, Hill seemed to understand something; Hawkwood's title was definitely not what it seemed.

The Farron Undead Legion and the Farron Ghosts are clearly warriors from a military organization. Discipline is the strongest guarantee of an army, and anyone who dares to break discipline will not have a good ending.

"Hawkwood left because he needed to explore the outside world. Farron Keep had been isolated from the outside world for too long, so long that the original Black Forest had become a cesspool, and so long that the descendants of mages had become goblins."

Hawkwood's departure was an experiment; he was an explorer. But the despair of the outside world turned him into a pessimist and a despondent; he simply couldn't see any hope.

This also made him crave different kinds of power, and yearn to transform into a legendary dragon, since the ancient dragon represented absolute power and life.

Hawkwood felt lost about his responsibilities and future in Frank, accepting the duties and mission assigned to him. But the lack of any hope for change fueled his yearning for a brighter future.

Then, an opportunity arose, and the world did indeed change. But Hawkwood said he could never go back. He couldn't face his teammates who had placed such high hopes in him. He couldn't face the mission he had betrayed.

So now, even in his Immortals armor, Hawkwood refuses to see his former teammates. Even though he knows his brothers never blamed him, he simply can't get over it in his own heart…

Geralt's tone was low and serious, and Hill could tell that he was full of expectations and concern for Hawkwood.

But the bond between men prevented them from saying these things; Geralt was simply 'talking to himself,' which Hill happened to overhear.

As the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Hill has witnessed too much of the darkness in humanity, betrayal of one's responsibilities, betrayal of one's country, and even betrayal of humanity. These are all things that have actually happened, so she doesn't have too many expectations for Hawkwood.

But Geralt and the Undead Legion remained waiting, and even as the Farron ghosts piled up layer upon layer to block Gorm's attack, they still showed no intention of intervening.

"Geralt, or..."