Lord of Cinder in American Comics

Like the five permanent members of the UN Security Council, only by possessing nuclear weapons can they be persuaded to sit down and discuss matters patiently.

Strength is the strongest guarantee to get others to talk to you calmly.

This battle will be revealed to the outside world through various means, including live broadcasts from Kassel, information discovered by Hill, and even by students of the Dragon Academy.

Only two choices remain for the outside world: cooperation or destruction. And these choices depend on the strength displayed in the upcoming battle.

It is said that there are two choices from the outside world, but in reality there is only one, and it all depends on the whim of Ash.

At that moment, in the initial furnace, Ash threw the Time Stone in his hand into the fire without any pity.

Time began to flow again in the Dark Souls world, a subtle change that only a select few could perceive.

Ludovic, who longed for the throne, stared in disbelief at his restored legs, and even the white skin of his body, which had been scorched by the Lord of Cinder.

"Ashes, you have truly reignited the flames!"

Looking at the top of the sacrificial site, Rudolf's gaze pierced through space and time, pinpointing the original furnace and seeing the ashes that were sustaining the flame.

As wisps of ash drifted through various times and spaces, gently caressing the bodies of others, restoring their withered forms hidden beneath armor to normal flesh.

The knight commander took off his helmet, looked at his reflection in it, and couldn't help but touch his face.

"Reporting to the Knight Commander, we have completed the assembly of the regular combat troops..."

Ross gripped his sword and reported the situation to the knight commander, but his tone was somewhat surprised. Ross really hadn't expected that the handsome man in front of him, who looked to be only in his thirties, was actually the cold-blooded commander who spoke in a deep voice and showed no mercy.

Donning his helmet again to conceal his handsome features, the knight commander spoke in his deep voice, "Prepare for the dragon units to set off first, and for the ground cavalry to remain hidden. We must catch the enemy off guard..."

As the warriors of Lothric and the Dragon Academy arrived, they separated the settlement from the earthen tower ruins, occupying the two battlefields most advantageous to their side.

The battle was about to begin, and the atmosphere around them grew increasingly tense; even the sky darkened.

What was originally a gentle breeze that could lift up fluffy seeds gradually turned into a storm that made it hard to open one's eyes, and large creatures flashed by in the storm.

Geralt stared in disbelief at the figure that flashed past overhead and said, "How did he get here?"

"Who?"

Hill looked up, but could only see a huge shadow flashing through the clouds.

"The eldest son of Gwyn, the Sun King; a renowned dragon hunter; the idol of the golden warriors of the Sun; an unnamed king who lives among dragons!"

Upon hearing Geralt's explanation, Hill instantly connected the character who appeared with the figures in the doctrines preached by Ash at Firelink Shrine.

And this god with such an incredibly long prefix actually appeared here?

Hill, standing with Geralt at the highest point of the battlefield, could see Ash among the Lothric Knights.

With divine intervention as their reliance, the scales of this war have begun to tip.

However, things did not go as Hill had predicted. The Lothric Knights did not even make a single move, as if the shadow of the god in the sky had nothing to do with them.

The nameless king hovered above the clouds, as if searching for something.

Geralt also sensed something was amiss. The Ashes had just recovered their time; why would the Nameless King be in the mood to participate in this childish game?

Suddenly realizing something, Geralt cursed loudly, "Damn! Salvador is here too! That old bastard was hiding here, no wonder we couldn't find him anywhere!"

The Nameless King sought out Salvation solely for revenge. Gwyn's second son, Gwyndolin, was offered to Aldridge by Salvation, which gave rise to the legend of him devouring gods.

Back in the initial furnace, Ash used a great deal of effort to persuade the Nameless King to spare Salvation's life.

The nameless king was able to stay peacefully at Ancient Dragon Peak without causing trouble for Salvation, but Ash told him that saving Gwyndolin still required Salvation's assistance, since Salvation was the only one who truly understood the Deep.

But now things are different. Time has resumed its flow, and the Nameless King has misunderstood this, thinking that time in Gwyndolin can no longer be preserved.

This made him unable to contain his anger, and he was eager to avenge his brother.

Surprisingly, Saliva wasn't on Earth; he was hiding in this shattered world. Since its abandonment by the ashes, only Patch used this place as a storage room. Saliva seized the opportunity, hiding in this undetectable area.

Hill was equally shocked and asked, "Saliwan? Isn't that the Pope? Will they have a conflict? Won't Ash come to help?"

A series of questions left Geralt overwhelmed. The appearance of the Nameless King disrupted the original plan, and now he could only take it one step at a time.

"Ahem, Ash and Salvador have a feud, and besides, this is the wrath of God. Just watch..."

The nameless king hovering above the clouds seemed to have found Shaliwan's trail, and as he flew, the clouds gradually turned into a vortex.

At the center of the vortex, a black, four-winged creature, carrying an unnamed king, swooped down toward the earth.

Hill, naturally, wouldn't let this opportunity pass, and asked, "What kind of creature was that?"

"Dragon! Storm Dragon!"

"You said this is a dragon? Then what's that over there? And didn't you say he's the Dragon-Slaying God of War?"

Hill pointed to the location of the Lothric Knights, where a dragon in their army was lying on the ground trembling, and the knight beside him was hurriedly comforting his mount.

Geralt is now acting as a commentator on the battlefield, providing live commentary for the uninformed onlookers and spreading relevant knowledge.

"Ancient dragons and flying dragons are completely different species. Flying dragons are artificially bred species. Ancient dragons, on the other hand, were once the overlords of the land. Their scales provide unparalleled defense and can even withstand the passage of time."

As for the former dragon-hunting god, why is his name not recorded in any ancient texts? It's because he associated with dragons and was banished by the gods in the name of folly, stripped of his name and any related information.

Therefore, until now, we can only refer to him as the Nameless King.

As they spoke, the flying storm dragon began to spew flames at the ground, instantly igniting the earth and turning it into molten lava.

As it flew past, the nameless king raised his weapon and thrust it sharply towards the sky.

A bolt of lightning shot up into the sky along the weapon, igniting the clouds and creating a continuous stream of yellow lightning.

Lightning fell like a torrential downpour, the lightning seemingly having a mind of its own, gradually exploring every inch of the land, and then slowly narrowing down the area it was investigating.

Knowing he could no longer escape, Shaliwan, who had been hiding, suddenly revealed himself. A dark, mysterious substance spread out from beneath his feet, transforming the area into his foothold.

However, the deep's spread could not keep up with the storm dragon's breath. Dragonfire poured down like water, igniting everything, including Shariwan's deep.

Most people would have panicked and started cursing in such a situation, but not Shaliwan. He continued to stroll slowly and elegantly, as if nothing around him existed.

Without a word, without anger, and without even the slightest panic, Shariwan slowly drew two greatswords.

The weapon in his left hand was slightly larger, which Salvador slowly placed diagonally across his chest, enchanted with flames. The greatsword in his right hand was held diagonally downwards, its purple magic adding to its mystique.

But Shaliwan's actions made the Nameless King so angry that his hands began to tremble.

"How dare you use the Darkmoon Sword in front of me! Who gave you the audacity!"

The nameless king leaped directly off the Storm Dragon, wielding his weapon as he charged towards Salvation.

The lightning followed the weapon like a dazzling meteor, instantly piercing through the heavens and earth, leaving only a residual lightning bolt on the retina.

No one expected that this earth-shattering attack would be dodged by Shaliwan without making a sound.

Shaliwan remained in that posture, but appeared behind the Nameless King, as if the Nameless King's attack had been mistargeted.

Before Hill could even ask, having merely turned her head, Geralt offered his explanation: "Teleportation, he used teleportation. Salvador is a mage; he possesses unparalleled innate magical talent. He can even create his own spells..."

A mage? Have you ever seen a mage wielding two greatswords and hacking people down? Shouldn't mages be like Constantine, throwing fireballs or using energy projection?

But Hill suppressed her doubts and kept quiet, because she remembered the scene of Constantine wielding a magic sword and slashing people when they fought against the dimensional invasion.

Even some of the Dragon Academy agents who were initially judged to have been turned, in those intelligence reports that were deemed false, Constantine had mentioned what the strongest mage was.

Wearing heavy armor, possessing proficiency in various sword techniques, enchantments, and swift spellcasting, all of this was fully demonstrated in the few dozen seconds that Sharivan appeared.

Shaliwan managed to dodge the attacks of the nameless king every time. Or perhaps he simply vanished into the abyss, enveloping himself in its depths to avoid the damage.

But the Dark Moon Sword in his right hand seemed to be his natural enemy; even with its deep concealment, it could not hide the purple magical light emanating from it.

This gave the Nameless King a target to pursue, and Salvador was completely unable to free his hands, not even daring to parry the Nameless King's attacks, and could only run away with his head in his hands.

Meanwhile, the Nameless King's companion, the Storm Dragon, was also using its breath to seal off Salvation's movement space, forcing him toward the Nameless King.

Seeing that things were going badly, Shaliwan took advantage of the moment when he was dodging and drew his weapons in an arc in the air, as if he had released some kind of seal.

Darkness and frost erupted from Shariwan's body, and the powerful airflow impacted the entire settlement and the remains of the earthen tower.

Saliwan sprouted wings like tree branches from its back, resembling butterfly wings. Dark, ethereal forms slowly descended from above, the frost at its base accentuating the darkness and adding a unique beauty to it.

Having broken free from the seal, Salvation bravely launched an attack on the Nameless King, the flames on his greatsword igniting the space as he slashed towards the Nameless King.

However, such an attack is nothing more than the lament of the weak to the nameless king.

He didn't even bother to parry properly, merely blocking with his weapon and then slashing down. The blade, crackling with lightning, cleaved Salvador in two.

The death of Salvador did not bring the nameless king any satisfaction. He gathered lightning in his left hand, the shape of which reminded Hill of Ash's lightning spear at a glance.

The Nameless King's lightning spear appeared more solid, and compared to the lightning spear used by Ash, the color of the power emanating from it was closer to the light of the sun.

Or rather, it wasn't a lightning spear at all!

The nameless king planted his thunder spear directly into the ground. The thunder spear solidified and did not disperse, and lightning began to shoot outwards along it. The lightning flowed along the earth and soon struck the hidden Shaliwan.

Exposed by the lightning, Shaliwan no longer cared about hiding. He took a step back to create distance from the Nameless King and slashed his Dark Moon Sword into the void.

A purple light blade sliced ​​through the air and flew toward the nameless king, while the dazzling purple ripples once again obscured Shariwan's figure.

The Darkmoon Sword was nothing more than a tickle to the Nameless King. How could Gwyndolin's power possibly harm his brother?

However, Shaliwan's ability to evade death still annoyed Wuming. He could sense that Shaliwan was here, but his method of hiding and evading death reminded him of the Ashes he had hated before.

The nameless king was no longer willing to play house, so the Storm Dragon carried him into the sky once again.

At this moment, the aura of the nameless king merged with that of the storm dragon, their powers flowing into each other's bodies.

The clouds in the sky were gradually disappearing, and were absorbed into the body of Yilong.

Upon seeing this scene, both Lothric and the Dragon Academy organized immediate defenses, and even Geralt took out a shield and held it up in front of him to shield Hill behind him.

The nameless king's attack came very quickly; with just a light tap of his weapon, a storm instantly crashed into the earth.

In an instant, white light and heat burst forth, followed by scorching flames and a continuous storm.

This power lasted for a long time, and only after the storm subsided did anyone dare to peek out from behind the barrier.

"what is that!"

"How could it possibly have such power!"

What appeared before everyone's eyes was a vast, bottomless pit, though it would be more accurate to call it a basin. Everything that had once stretched from the settlement to the ruins of the earthen tower had vanished, leaving only a barren basin.

In the center of the basin, Shaliwan exuded a chilling aura. His skin, as white as a tree, was exposed, and the branches on his body sustained his remaining life with the help of the cold.

The Ring Finger King stood opposite Salivam, using his weapon to lift Salivam's head. With just a slight twist of his wrist, Salivam's head would be off where it belonged.

"Crossdresser! Cough cough! Gwyndolin can still be saved. Bring him to the First Forge, I have a way..."