Lord of Cinder in American Comics

The goddess Belga appears in every corner of the Dark Souls world; breaking curses and redeeming sins are merely insignificant manifestations of her divine power.

The original Book of Sinners was a record book managed by the goddess of sin, Belgar. It clearly recorded every person who disobeyed the gods and oaths, and they could not escape the fate of being punished by the Darkmoon Blade.

Now, the Darkmoon Blade is being taken over by Yorshka from her brother, Gwyndolin, who is known as the Shadow Sun.

All of this illustrates the special status of the goddess Belga and the greatness of her divine power.

Upon seeing the phantom of the goddess Belga before him, even Ash, in his current state, couldn't help but kneel down, bowing his head as Lord of Cinder to this goddess, to this mother who loved him.

The goddess Belga said nothing, but knelt down and embraced Geralt in her arms, like a mother embracing her long-lost child.

Gradually, the figure of the goddess Belle faded away, leaving Geralt kneeling on the spot.

Touching the item in his arms, Ash was certain: he had obtained the final piece of the puzzle to save Gwyndolin.

The idea of ​​saving Gwyndolin remained in Ashens' mind ever since he confirmed that Gwyndolin's soul still resided within Eldridge's soul.

This is why Salvadoran has survived to this day and is still able to hide on Earth.

Since Salvation sacrificed Gwyndolin to Eldridge, Salvation knew both sides best. Salvation's research was essential to saving Gwyndolin.

Since the Time Stone was discovered, research on Aldridge has never stopped, and even the Ancient One joined the research into separating their souls.

Even with the painstaking research of Dean Orbeck and the Ancient One, and the assistance of the witch Carla and the Fire Keeper, they could only confirm that Gwyndolin's soul still retained some intelligence.

Eldridge, who devoured the gods, lost his original form and transformed into a hideous being like the sludge of the abyss. After being sealed away for so many years, he had long lost his reason, leaving only the desire to devour.

But this primal instinct to devour makes him and Gwyndolin inseparable. This makes it difficult for anyone in Dark Souls to separate them.

Only with the help of the goddess of sin, Belga, was a way to separate the two found.

Now, all we need to do is wait.

The next morning, Geralt and Hill began their life at Farron Keep. Geralt showed no difference, or rather, his image in front of Hill remained unchanged.

Hill was also very interested in life in these fantasy worlds, and she carefully recorded Geralt's every move as a report to the World Security Council.

Hill originally planned to take some time to visit the Undead Settlement and see the lives of ordinary people and students there.

But after seeing Geralt like Cassel's tweet, Hill abandoned the idea; Cassel had become an integral part of every aspect of life in this dimension.

From the peculiar carriages and dragon riders of Lothric to the Undead Settlement, to the strange rituals of the mentors and the outrageously expensive crab feast, Kassel has vividly expressed them all through words and pictures. Now, Kassel's Twitter is flooded with requests for the opening of tourist visas.

Even when it comes to gathering information about everyday life, Hill can't match Cassel's natural charm.

This led the World Security Council to direct Hill to make close contact with Geralt in order to obtain more military intelligence.

Having lost his vacation, Hill could only run around Farron Keep with Geralt every day, either checking on the progress of the mushroom people's modifications to Farron, or patrolling the keep. The most boring thing was watching the Undead Legion train.

Hill yawned as he sat by the Undead Legion's training ground, watching the team practice, stabbing one teammate only to be stabbed by another.

Looking at Geralt beside him, he was sitting cross-legged on the ground, just like Hill. Geralt was propping his head up with one elbow, and his eyes were closed; he was clearly asleep!

Hill moved toward Geralt and gave him a sharp twist around the waist.

Hill blew on his fingers, but to his surprise, he couldn't twist them at all; instead, his fingers turned slightly red.

They tried to shake Geralt; his body swayed, but he wouldn't fall down.

Hill became interested in this lazy way of doing things, but before she could tease Geralt again, the Immortals' eyes were on them.

Hill dared not make any sudden movements. Looking at the scarlet eyes around him, he gently nudged Geralt, trying to wake him up.

Geralt remained in the same state when a Farron greatsword, spinning wildly with a fierce whistling sound, flew towards him.

Just as the Farron Greatsword was about to slice Geralt in half vertically, he suddenly opened his eyes and reached out to grasp the weapon.

A sleepy Geralt said, "Don't get so angry..."

"You've become lax. Laziness is the greatest enemy. Only good combat training can guarantee victory in real combat."

The captain extended the Farron Greatsword toward Geralt, and the Undead Legion's salute was slowly revealed—an invitation to battle.

"Ugh... honestly, can't people sleep a little longer?!"

Despite uttering complaints, Geralt still performed the Undead Legion salute towards the captain, and a battle between the two was about to erupt.

Geralt seemed to only then remember that Hill was beside him, and turned his head slightly to say, "If you can't handle it, then leave with them..."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Geralt clashed with the captain. The two Farron greatswords collided, and the resulting storm forced Hill to retreat repeatedly.

In the ensuing battle, Hill couldn't see the two men's movements clearly at all. Only during the intervals between each clash of the Farron Greatswords, when the storm of battle subsided, could Hill barely make out the two men using their claw-shaped short swords to perform even more flamboyant sword techniques.

Sparks from the clash of the short swords flew like fire across the entire training ground.

Only then did Hill understand what Geralt meant by "unable to bear it," and other members of the Undead Legion were gradually leaving.

Standing at the doorway, Hill glanced back at the battle scene inside. It was another fierce collision, and the resulting storm blew Hill away from the doorway.

Hill rolled down and watched as the other Undead Legion members closed the training ground gates amidst the storm.

Outside the door, the Undead Legion continued their incessant training, killing each other as an unchangeable daily routine, and the two-on-one battles continued right there.

The inside and outside of the gate are like two different worlds, yet they are also one, only the strength of the people fighting is different.

Hill couldn't participate in this training at all, and without Geralt, she was an outsider, so she simply left.

After leaving the training ground, Hill prepared to observe the environmental modification masters. Having spent many days with Geralt, she had a fairly good understanding of the general environment of Farron.

As long as you don't show hostility towards those mushroom people, they are quite easy to get along with, even though Hill can't understand what they're saying.

Inside the door, Geralt and Captain America's battle had already ceased. The two looked at each other, nodded, and headed towards the Catacombs of Carthus.

Geralt and the captain were replaced by Hawkwood and the other elites who remained.

Hawkwood, seeing the fierce looks around him, pulled his hat down lower with a hint of helplessness and said, "Let me make this clear beforehand, they're gone. This is our only chance. If I win, you'll all have to listen to me. After all, I'm the vice-captain..."

In response to Hawkwood's declaration, the others raised their Farron Greatswords as if to say, 'Knock us down and everything will be fine.'

Thus began Hawkwood's battle for dominance. The remaining elite members of the Undead Legion abandoned their individual fights and began a righteous brawl.

In any case, the Undead Legion operates in groups. Whether it's an enemy or a country, they will always mobilize their entire force. There is no such thing as one-on-one combat in the Undead Legion's battles, or rather, their one-on-one combat is different from what most people understand.

Geralt and Captain America were unaware of Hawkwood's battle for supremacy; they now faced an even more dangerous enemy.

In the room where the last dead man—Wonir the Overlord—was sealed, Geralt took a deep breath and slowly placed his hand on the vessel that sealed him.

Even Geralt now wouldn't dare to linger in the Abyss for long.

This is a critical period for Wolnir. He still has his sanity, and since the Ashes gained control of the world, the flames that belong to Wolnir have begun to reignite.

Wolnir, the King of Carthus who dreamed of being the last to die, conquered nations and launched a fierce attack on the Abyss, attempting to master its power. His strength was beyond anyone's imagination.

Even ashes could only shatter three of Wonir's bracelets, breaking his protection in the abyss and causing him to lose his way in its darkness.

In the past, in order to protect himself from being swallowed by the abyss, Wolnir slaughtered the clergy and stole four treasures, while Ash only destroyed three of them, and the holy sword in his hand was the fourth.

But Ash noticed something different back then. Wolnir's sanity was intermittent. He was being devoured by the abyss, but he still retained moments of clarity.

The ashes from his repeated descent into the abyss confirmed that the Crown of Tyrant Wolnir on Wolnir's head held the seal of his reason.

The crown belonging to the strongest king and Wolnir who sought to be the last to die possesses unique power.

[The Crown of Wolnir: The Crown of Wolnir, the Overlord of Carthus. Legend has it that in the past, crowns were equally distributed among the kings, but Wolnir conquered the kingdoms and destroyed the other crowns. Therefore, only one crown remained, and the Overlord was born.]

Touching the cup, Geralt stepped into the abyss. He and the captain stood back to back, wary of their surroundings and the whispers of the abyss.

Geralt shouted into the darkness, "Wannir! I'm here to negotiate!"

Chapter 297: Choice

At Dragon Academy, there was almost no tension before the great battle. Everyone was traveling around to study, like Fitz and Simmons, or studying magic and spells. Only a few people with ulterior motives were constantly recording everything around them.

Some strange warriors also arrived at the Dragon Academy. They were sent there by Yulia. These warriors held broad-bladed straight swords in one hand and emitted a faint red glow in the other.

The straight sword has a unique design; the hilt has holes like the eyes of a skull, whether it is a mark of time or a special decoration, and strange substances like plant roots remain on its hilt.

[Dark Sword: The jet-black straight sword of the survivors of an ancient kingdom destroyed by darkness, wielded by the "Soul Eaters." They are the oldest and most infamous blood-red-eyed invaders, and the thick, broad blade has given rise to a unique swordsmanship.]

These warriors wore dark gray armor that looked as if it were pieced together from blackened human bones. Even their face shields were skull-shaped, with hair attached to the top, covering their entire heads like hoods.

Grant Ward secretly photographed the appearance of these strange warriors, but he dared not send them out directly. He could only send the information to Hydra when he returned to Earth during breaks from his studies.

Grant has done this countless times, and taking photos and posting them on Twitter at Dragon Academy has become commonplace.

Others had taken photos casually before, but this time Grant was stopped by these strange warriors as he was about to go to the Grand Archives to study.

Grant gripped the Pyromancy Fire tightly. Since learning Pyromancy, fireballs, a simple and easy-to-cast spell, had become his favorite. Besides, Pyromancy Fire wouldn't interfere with his daily life at all.

The soldiers, seeing Grant's little trick, exchanged glances as if laughing, and didn't even raise their weapons.

"Lady Yulia wants to see you, so you'd better come with us."

Upon hearing this name, Grant released the flames of his magic; the day had finally arrived.

Grant was able to join the Dragon Academy because he agreed to Julia's suggestion to offer his faith to the King of Souls, and he did not agree even when Geralt later invited him to join the Hunters.

On one hand, Hydra would not agree to his actions, and on the other hand, Grant knew the cost of betrayal.

He could hardly escape the Hydra that nurtured him, let alone know about the King of the Wanderers that Yulia represented.

Grant, being escorted, finally arrived at the Dragon Academy's mining area, the border between the Abyss and the Ringed City. Yulia often stayed here to carry out some shady plans.

On the spiral tunnel of the mine, Grant saw Julia waiting for him.

Grant bowed respectfully and said, "Sir, what brings you here?"

Yulia wore a long, black dress resembling mourning attire, and raised her bird-beak mask to reveal her face.

"It's time for you to repay the Lord of the Dead, Grant!"

Grant breathed a sigh of relief; the weight had finally been lifted from his shoulders. His mission was now to uncover the identity and strength of the King of Souls.

Should you join the King of Souls' team, or recruit more students for the King of Souls?

Just as Grant was pondering how to respond to Julia's question, Julia's next words terrified him.

"Hydra should have given you a mission by now, let's talk about this first..."

Grant felt a chill run down his spine. Suppressing his fear, he tried to bluff his way out of it, saying, "What is Hydra? Sir, I don't know what you're talking about?"

Yulia's patience was not reserved for such a weakling, and her tone grew increasingly cold.

“Grant Ward! John Garrett’s adopted son, your superiors include Brock Rumlow, codenamed Crossbones, Silvat, and even Alexander Pierce, the current Security Council member. Do I need to say more?”

Grant unconsciously swallowed hard to ease his fear. The woman in front of him had already revealed most of the high-ranking officials in Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D., and he didn't even know that the former director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Alexander Pierce, was actually his superior.