Lord of Cinder in American Comics

Finally, having exhausted Stark, Ashe proudly waved her phone in front of Stark's eyes before putting it back in her backpack.

"Alright... but there really is something going on here..."

Ash and Stark sat together, watching the Control Bureau in the distance continuously destroy the ice. Ash slowly offered her explanation.

"I have gained a dimension..."

Ash's words startled Stark, who turned his head so fast that Ash could hear the groan of bones grinding together.

Stark turned around and clutched his neck, looking at Ash with a pained expression.

After casting a heal on Stark, Ashe said, "I've taken over Vanaheim. Lothric has moved to Vanaheim, and it's mine now. In other words, I've taken the final step..."

Having spent so much time with Ash, Stark has gained some understanding of Vanaheim and the dimensional gods.

Becoming the ruler of dimensions means that Ash has become a god...

Having received an explanation, Stark didn't press the matter further. Everyone has their own privacy, and there's no need to damage the relationship because of one's own curiosity.

Stark relaxed, lay down on the snow, and gazed at the clear sky, lost in thought...

Ash turned to Stark and said, "You'd better curry favor with me now so that you can be taken to Vanaheim after you die. Maybe I'll arrange something interesting for you..."

At this, Stark instantly perked up, grabbing Ashe's arm and asking, "Are there really angels? If I die, will you arrange for one for me? Preferably one with your armor, maybe even some other temptation..."

Stark bombarded him with questions: Could angels get pregnant? What kind of entertainment would he get if he went? Before long, Stark had even drawn up a schedule for his afterlife…

As they talked, Stark sensed something was wrong. At first, Ashe would chime in, but later it became entirely Stark talking, with Ashe just listening. But the look in Ashe's eyes was getting increasingly sinister...

Stark slowly fell silent. Only then did Ash take out her phone and say to the other end, "Pepper, you heard everything! This was all Stark's idea and arrangement! It has nothing to do with me..."

Like a bolt from the blue, Stark froze on the spot, like a humanoid block of ice trying to merge with the ice field.

Ash tossed the phone to Stark, letting him explain to Pepper himself.

Watching Ashe's departing figure, Stark finally felt truly relieved. This kind of underhanded tactic was just the normal Ashe...

But right now, Stark has something more important to do.

Taking a deep breath, Stark held the phone to his ear and said in his most sincere tone, "Pepper, let me explain..."

The Bureau of Control's treasure hunt has turned into a full-scale demolition operation. Almost all the ammunition they brought has been used here.

The ice blocks blown in by the blast wave were riddled with bullet holes. In order to inspect an entire iceberg at once, the control bureau ingeniously turned their power rifles into punchers.

Using the high heat of the charged rifle beam, enough space can be carved out of the iceberg, then enough explosives can be stuffed inside, and with a bang, everything inside can be seen.

'Let's observe a three-second silence for the American buttocks we're about to see.'

Before three seconds had even passed, Ash heard cheers coming from afar. The Control Bureau had really found America's best butt!

Upon arriving at the cheering area, Ash saw a hundred-meter-long iceberg, its blasted-open section revealing the cross-section of a bomber's wing inside.

The only large bomber that could be found in the Arctic is the one piloted by Captain America Steve Rogers, and the broken wing section still shows the sealed bombs.

These bombs are made with energy provided by the Cosmic Cube, and after so many years, they have remained in their original state.

To prevent any accidents, Ash ordered the evacuation of the area and set up a new defensive perimeter, while he himself quietly boarded the bomber.

Why not take advantage of the energy of the Cosmic Cube?

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Chapter 369: Meeting the Divine Lord Again

With a clear objective, the rescue of Steve Rogers became much more cautious. After all, nobody wanted to see a mangled Captain America.

The previous explosions and various rough maneuvers barely managed to preserve everything inside the Hydra bomber's belly due to its excellent defensive capabilities.

How should I put it... thanks to Hydra's equipment for protecting America's perky buttocks!

However, all of this can only be considered entertainment and amusement. Even Captain America's resurrection cannot compare to Shariwan's expansion into new territory in the Arctic.

Ash has now returned to her temporary camp on the outskirts of Paris.

In matters concerning the prevention of Salvadoran, Ash, as an effective fighting force against the enemy, cannot be left behind. And Iceland, a place universally disliked, is unlikely to provide the Control Bureau with its massive supply of resources.

The criticized temporary camp was thus transformed into a semi-permanent residence for the Bureau of Control's use.

Furthermore, due to the previous nanomachine outbreak in Paris, the city has not yet fully restored its power supply, which gives the darkness an opportunity to take hold.

Placing Ash and the others here can also serve as a defensive measure and a means of maintaining stability.

Ash was thus forced to begin a painful daily commute to the outskirts of Paris.

Ash spends his days patrolling the surrounding area, but the most important thing here is to observe the thawing of America's shapely buttocks.

After most of the ice processing was completed, the American-made ice block was temporarily placed under guard at the camp.

However, because it was unknown whether thawing would damage Steve's buttocks, the thawing process only went as far as the outer part of Steve's body before stopping.

Now, Steve is practically an American popsicle, left at the camp for people to visit.

The remaining work will have to wait until they return to their home country, where Stark will work with other biologists to complete it.

Lying on the grass, enjoying one of the few moments of leisure, the ghost's hooded figure blocked half of the sunlight.

Ash sighed, closed her eyes, and pretended to be asleep and not hear anything.

Seeing this, Ghost, who had already consulted with Anderson, was not intimidated at all and began to speak on his own.

“There have been records of energy bursts near Monsuri Park in the south, and they hope you can go and take a look…”

Anderson's experience was that he would tell Ash about it, and once Ash heard it, he would feel obligated to investigate.

Of course, this only applies to events that have no impact on their own side. If there is any issue that affects the Bureau of Control, they will definitely handle the trouble themselves. Only if they really can't solve it will they ask Ash for help.

Ghost's announcements were just one thing among a bunch of things. Everyone could see that Ash had been letting his decadent energy take over the entire camp these past few days because he couldn't slack off.

The ghost left the file with Ash and then departed.

Ash closed her eyes, reached for the documents beside her, stretched out her arms, and read them under the sun. By the time the others noticed her, Ash had vanished, leaving only the documents on the grass waiting for the ghost to retrieve them.

Ash, clutching the French-made armor-piercing bullet while it was still soft from its freshness, and taking advantage of the distinctive aroma of the sidecar cognac, wandered around like any other tourist until she arrived at the location of the ghost report.

As soon as Ash turned around, she noticed the difference.

'Hellish energy mixed with incantations—is it a mage? Or a demon wizard?'

Looking at the shattered street, completely different from the destruction caused by a natural gas explosion, black blood was still stained on the broken walls, while on the other side were cracks caused by energy bombardment.

'A shaman's zombie, still casting spells with energy. Is someone fighting here?'

Ash glanced at the thick, tar-like blood and continued forward in the direction of the battle.

It wasn't until she crossed the entire park, into an apartment block, that Ash saw the protagonist of this battle.

A man and a woman hid behind a car, using the engine as a shield. The man, whose body was wrapped in bandages, was constantly throwing various energy balls, while the woman pulled out various weapons and fired them wildly.

Their enemies are undead controlled by a group of dark wizards. These bodies, modified by witchcraft, can easily withstand attacks from light weapons, and only the energy projected by men can cause them to lose parts of their bodies.

Although the man could generate energy at a rapid pace, it was still no match for the sheer number of people on the other side. Faced with the massive horde of zombies, such an attack was merely a drop in the ocean.

Standing a little further away, Ash watched as the woman pushed the man behind her while she fired desperately, as if leaving the man a chance to escape.

The woman pulled out several bombs and neatly arranged them in front of her, as if saying goodbye, and turned back to the man to say something.

"Goodbye, Victor..."

Upon hearing the name the woman uttered, Ash immediately thought of the god he had previously sponsored, but no matter how he examined the man in front of him, whose body was wrapped in bandages, his soul did not match his previous appearance.

But there's no time to worry about that now, Ash just threw out the lightning spear.

Before the woman could even throw the bomb she was about to use to intercept the enemy, a deafening clap of thunder and a blinding flash of lightning instantly incinerated the zombies into ashes.

The lightning spread, causing the dark wizards who controlled the zombies to tremble and fall to the ground, unable to move.

The air was still filled with the strange smell of lightning striking the air. Ash, with a baguette in her mouth, didn't care at all how many enemies she had just killed, and walked towards the man and woman.

The woman saw Ash, the uninvited guest, raised her gun, and pointed it at Ash, ready to shoot and kill this unidentified person at any moment.

The bandaged man lying on the ground stopped the woman, saying, "Wait, Valeria, I know him..."

Ash ignored the gun that Valeria was pointing at in her nervousness, squatted down in front of the bandaged man, reached out and tore off the bandage from his nose, revealing his eyes.

After staring at it for a long time, Ash finally frowned and said, "How did it get like this? Even the soul aura has changed?"

They confirmed that the person before them was indeed Doom, but his soul was tainted by hell, and that peculiar hellish aura had marked him. Anyone who could see his soul would recognize him as prey belonging to hell.

Doom looked at Ash in front of him, then turned to Valeria and said, "Kill those wizards, let's get out of here first..."

Valeria did not act immediately, but looked at Ash in front of her, her vigilance not diminishing at all.

"Don't worry, Valeria, he's the one I told you about..."

It's unclear what Doom said to Valeria beforehand, but after hearing Doom's explanation, Valeria's wariness of Ash immediately disappeared.

Following Doom's instructions, Valeria placed bombs around the dark wizards and helped Doom walk step by step out of the block.

Once outside the safe zone, Valeria pressed the detonation button without hesitation. The deafening explosion, accompanied by smoke and dust, sent the dark wizards on their final journey.

Doom, who was being helped up, said, "Let's go to a safe place first. I've prepared other safe houses, but given the recent riots, I don't know if they're still safe..."

Doom was clearly being hunted down, so it's understandable that he had one or two safe houses. But how could Doom not know the reason for the recent riots?

This can only mean that Doom has been living a secluded life lately, and he turns a deaf ear to events happening in the area.

Ash looked at Doom, who was wrapped in bandages, indicating that he had suffered serious external injuries. The sight of him tainted with the soul of hell made Ash curious about Doom's recent life.

Ash said, "Come with me. Right now, my place is probably the only safe place in all of Paris..."

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Chapter 370: Latveria

There is no place in the world safer than where Ash is now.

At the makeshift camp, Doom received initial treatment. After Ash unwrapped his bandages, even Valeria, who was right next to him, couldn't help but gasp and cover her mouth with her hand.

At this moment, Doom had no intact skin at all. Like Deadpool's avocado face that had been trampled by an elephant, he had lost the protection of his skin. Mucous membranes and exudates kept seeping out, making him look like Deadpool had been thrown into an oven to dry out and then put into gel.

Ash conjured a healing spell, and the moment it touched Doom's skin, thick black smoke accompanied by a sizzling sound like meat being fried in oil caused onlookers to involuntarily take a few steps back.