Lord of Cinder in American Comics

The Black Widows made full use of their strengths, employing close-fitting, short-sleeved combat techniques.

Their expertise in joint locks and ground techniques proved extremely effective at this moment.

Furthermore, due to pressure from their own allies, 141 dared not fire rashly, otherwise the bullets would easily penetrate their allies.

This is the solution the Black Widows found to break the deadlock.

Task Force 141's defenses crumbled instantly from within; the shield wall was rendered useless. Fortunately, there weren't many Dragon Academy members left outside. Once they dealt with these Black Widows, victory would be within their grasp.

However, Task Force 141 specializes in armed emergency response, and within the Bureau of Control, they became heavy infantry. This kind of close-quarters combat, a specialty of special agents, is not exactly their forte.

So much so that upon meeting them, warriors who didn't have time to react were strangled and had their necks broken by the Black Widows, and were forced to teleport out of the battlefield.

In a haste, Ghost parried Black Widow's dagger with his rifle, then swiftly pushed her aside with his weapon, drew his pistol, and fired ten bullets at the enemy.

But Ghost was still pierced by his enemy with a short needle crackling with electricity. The electricity coursed through his body, and the instant paralysis caused him to lose control of half of his body.

"Form teams of three, operate in unison, and don't give the enemy a chance to get close!"

Ghost's voice was faint. Due to the special nature of this battle, Task Force 141 was not equipped with noise-canceling headphones. The noisy environment and gunfire made it difficult for Ghost to clearly convey his orders.

The ghost struggled on the ground, using his left side, which he could use, to crawl backward with difficulty.

The other Black Widows also discovered him, their prey awaiting execution.

Despite the numbness from the electric shock, Ghost raised his weapon, but his poor physical condition prevented him from firing the remaining 7 bullets from his G18 without hitting a single enemy.

'I have to write another report...'

Ghost threw down his weapon and lay on the ground as if giving up, ignoring the Black Widow who was pointing a gun at him, and just stared helplessly at the clear sky.

However, a black figure stepped over his head and slammed the Black Widow, who was about to execute him, to the ground.

That was John Wick, who was standing still. He wasted no time and immediately drew his weapon and pulled the trigger on the Black Widow he was pinning down.

John used a modified G34 with a lighter trigger spring, allowing him to easily pull the trigger at various angles.

Black Widow, who hadn't even had a chance to react yet, was hit by two pistol bullets and forced to teleport out of the battlefield.

John, who was already in a killing frenzy, followed his instincts and fired a shot at Black Widow's head, but the bullet only hit the already sandy ground.

John paused for a moment, then changed his posture, rolled over into a prone position, stretched his arms out in front of him, and rolled on the ground while firing.

John's black suit was covered in yellow sand, but he didn't care at all. After emptying the magazine, he didn't stop for a moment, pulled out a new magazine from his waist, pressed the magazine release button and flung the magazine out, completing a reload.

John's arrival gave the previously stretched Task Force 141 a chance to catch its breath.

John Wick, the Night Stalker, has become the key to breaking the deadlock and turning the tide of battle.

His Mozambique technique is effective for close-range kills, and he is also adept at close-range joint locks, both of which make him a nemesis of Black Widow.

His specially made suit, with multiple layers of Kevlar bonding, allowed him to avoid damage from small-caliber weapons.

But John still felt the pain of the bullet hitting his body, and he would often exhale deeply to relieve the pain.

At the same time, he pulled up his collar, hunched his head, and hid himself completely behind his bulletproof suit before rushing into the Black Widows' ranks.

Just like Black Widow's charge earlier, John charged in alone, using himself as a human shield to maneuver around each enemy.

The deadlock that John had just broken allowed the members of Task Force 141 to come together and avoid fighting alone.

But those present were somewhat stunned as they watched John slaughtering everyone.

The suit was bulletproof, but the shirt underneath wasn't. Everyone could clearly see that there were several bullet holes in his body, and blood had stained his white shirt red.

John, with a dagger still lodged in his leg, endured the pain, twisted off a Black Widow's arm, pulled the dagger from his leg, and plunged it into her heart.

The battlefield situation is basically clear; only John is surrounded by two Black Widows.

Seeing John's desperate efforts, people on channel 141 couldn't help but start discussing: "Is he crazy? Why isn't he back from the battlefield?"

"Isn't he the shooting instructor the bureau chief hired? How come he's so skilled?"

"Don't you know? John's wife has a terminal illness, and he..."

Even during those few short weeks at the Control Bureau, the cool, handsome, and skilled John amassed a large following. Although only a few people knew John's true purpose, it was already spreading throughout Task Force 141.

Just after everyone finished discussing this, John took down the last Black Widow.

At this moment, the blood on his body had begun to flow down his trouser legs, quickly staining his feet red.

But there can only be one victor. John gritted his teeth, tore his shirt to shreds, and stuffed it haphazardly into his wounds. He reloaded his pistol and looked toward Task Force 141.

John's story and his desperate fight left a deep impression on everyone on the battlefield. Two men in Task Force 141 looked at each other, nodded, raised their weapons, and pulled the triggers.

My gun went off accidentally!

"Alan's gun went off! Mine went off too!"

"Alan's gun went off accidentally! Everyone, take him down!"

"Alan's gun went off accidentally! ...I can't think of the words!"

Task Force 141 descended into chaos, bullets flying everywhere, with only Ghost lying on the ground, half-paralyzed.

Struggling to his feet, he looked at the empty battlefield, where only he and John remained. Ghost yelled into the channel, "Idiots! Can't we just leave the battlefield? Do we have to take a bullet before we're satisfied!"

"Captain, you have to try it. The feeling of a bullet piercing your body is really different!"

"That's right, that's right! Captain, you should die too!"

"Everyone's been shot. Captain, it's not right for you not to die. Please, you should die too!"

Ghost cursed his troublesome subordinates, assigned them several battle reports, and nodded in satisfaction after listening to their endless wails.

Looking at John across from him, Ghost revealed a knowing smile beneath his mask, but still spoke in a serious tone: "What are you waiting for!"

Looking at the last remaining ghost, John nodded solemnly and said, "Thank you!"

Gunshots rang out, and only John remained; the victor was John Wick.

The victor was determined, and the battlefield began to close. John was teleported to Ash's side.

John's wounds had all healed by now, with only the holes and blood on his clothes showing the horror of what had just happened.

Seeing John hesitate, Ash comforted him, saying, "Don't worry, the reward was jointly confirmed by Constantine and me. Regardless of winning or losing, your wish will be granted. The Lothric Dragon Riders will be responsible for picking you up. Now you can go pick up Helen..."

Chapter 304: The Knights

This performance by ordinary people has finally come to an end. Everyone got the result they wanted.

Constantine reaffirmed that those weak-willed individuals at Dragon Academy were indeed foolish, and that John could save Helen; everything seemed so perfect.

As an observer, Hill asked Geralt with some disbelief, "Is this kind of chaotic battle how you judge a god's affiliation?"

Geralt shook his head dismissively and said, "How could that be? The results of some of those battles were already decided when they were first proposed. These are just appetizers. The only thing that will determine the outcome is the confrontation between those two..."

Hill was getting frustrated and said, "How many battles were there? You didn't even mention that..."

"Didn't I say so? You're the one who didn't ask. I thought you weren't interested!"

Geralt skillfully shifted the blame, placing the cause of the problem on Hill.

Sitting on the edge of the cliff, Geralt took out a bottle of the Water of Life, drank half of it, and then remembered that Hill was beside him, so he handed the bottle to her.

Hill snatched the bottle, glared fiercely at Geralt, and then took two large gulps without a care in the world.

Geralt pointed to the upcoming battle and said, "Look, the second match, the battle between the knights, is about to begin..."

Hill asked, "Who will win this battle?"

Geralt pointed at Ash's side and said, "If nothing changes on Constantine's side, the Knights of Lothric are guaranteed to win..."

Geralt's confident answer left Hill somewhat uncertain, and she asked, "How can you be so sure?"

Geralt watched both sides prepare and said with a touch of nostalgia, "The Knights of Lothric have a unique advantage; they can ride dragons, and only a few knightly orders can quickly take down these behemoths that are running rampant in the sky. But Constantine's side has deployed Soul Eaters. If it were the Ringed Knights, the outcome would be uncertain..."

Upon receiving this new, unknown information, Hill quickly asked, "What's different about these knightly orders? Are their combat strengths significantly different?"

This question seemed to have touched on Geralt's blind spot. After thinking for a long time, he finally answered: "The fighting style of the Knights is mainly related to their heritage. For example, Lothric has a tradition of fighting alongside dragons. Dementors are a specialty of Londor, and their dark hand on their left can forcibly pull the souls of enemies out of their bodies. The Ringed Knights are warriors who follow the Dwarf King, and they even participated in the Ancient Dragon Wars..."

In terms of combat power, the strongest at this stage should be the Black Knights and Silver Knights. They are gods, naturally immune to most negative status effects, but their numbers are too small.

Hill silently noted these details down. From Geralt's words, he knew that the Knights of Favonius actually numbered much larger, and what was being shown now was only the tip of the iceberg.

Suddenly, Hill asked out of the blue, "Geralt, which knightly order do you consider the strongest?"

"The strongest?"

Geralt was immediately lost in memories and thoughts: the strongest knightly order in the Dark Souls world?

Geralt shook his head and said, "I can't be sure who is the strongest, but I have a few in mind who can be called fearless..."

Geralt pointed at Ash and said to Hill, "See the armor he's wearing? That's the armor of a high-ranking knight from Astra, a kingdom that has long been destroyed. He's a great man who leaves hope to others."

Furthermore, the Burning Despairers were born from the Lion Knights of Froza. They are heavily armored swordsmen, and the prototype of my Fireball was born in their homeland of Froza, which is the gathering place of tough guys.

And then there are the Loyes Knights, who willingly endure being frozen to stop the chaos. Even without King Aesloyes, they will still uphold their mission and vanquish the aliens from the abyss…

Listening to Geralt's introduction, Hill became even more curious about them; it was rare for anyone to receive such high praise from Geralt.

Hill quickly asked, "Where are they now?"

"They all lost..."

"Defeated? If they are so powerful, who can defeat them?"

"They were defeated by time, defeated by the despair of not seeing a future, defeated by this world..."

While Hill was talking to Geralt, the knightly orders of both sides below were already fully prepared for battle.

Using the dragon's speed and agility, the Lothric Knights took the lead and created a defensive wall of dragonfire in front of the Soulflayers.

The Soul Eaters of Londor appear to be clad in black armor, their skull-shaped masks inspiring fear, yet they are powerful warriors capable of single-handedly destroying a small nation.

However, it just so happened that the enemy was the Lothric Knights, who had a natural advantage.

The Soul Eaters opened their left dark hands, and a constantly fluctuating red shield rose from their forearms. Holding the shield high, they broke straight through the dragon flames, preparing to kill the Lothric Knights behind them.

However, when they passed through the dragon's flames, they were stunned. The Lothric knights behind them were different from what they expected; they actually had new mounts!?!

Each Lothric Knight is accompanied by a Destroyer King Dragon captured from Skull Island; these four-meter-tall dinosaurs are perfect helpers for the Lothric Knights.

At this moment, the key parts of the Destroyer King Dragon's body were fitted with chainmail, further enhancing its defensive capabilities.

The Destroyer King Dragon charged forward with the Lothric Knights mounted on its body; these were the true heavy-armored knights.