Lord of Cinder in American Comics

Holy water and hellish energy began to collide, and Gabriel Cortez's skin began to peel away as if he had been splashed with sulfuric acid, revealing his scarlet body that had long since transformed into a demon.

The change in the interrogation room drew the attention of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who were always on the lookout. Because of S.H.I.E.L.D., they could provide individual space, but that didn't mean they could do anything to their prisoners.

When the interrogation room door opened, half of Gabriel Cortez's face, which was bound to a chair, was disfigured.

Geralt instantly withdrew his hand from the bottle of the Water of Life, placed it on the table, and took a step back. Hill noticed that Geralt's other hand was grabbing something from the prisoner.

The changes in the interrogation room left the investigation bureau unsure of what to do. They had initially thought they had arrested a major laundry detergent dealer, but it turned out to be a henchman of the Mystery Test.

Geralt subtly winked at Hill, signaling for her to step in and clarify the situation, which would also earn her a favor from the Bureau of Investigation.

When Hill finished his call with Deputy Director Russell of the Bureau of Investigation, the entire detention center had changed. ATS armor purchased from Ashna blocked the main passage, and fire trucks loaded with holy water began clearing operations.

The Bureau of Investigation has an endless supply of holy water and exorcism equipment; that's one of the benefits of building a relationship with Ash.

After Hill revealed some information to Russell, he took Geralt to a safe house in Las Vegas.

Standing in his penthouse suite, Geralt looked at the crowds outside, driven by desire early in the morning, and sighed for some reason.

"What do we do next? The Bureau of Investigation has given up on keeping him in custody and has shifted all the blame onto S.H.I.E.L.D. How many troops do I need to mobilize?"

Although Hill was asking questions, his hands were constantly operating the tablet, issuing one command after another.

Hill looked up and asked, "By the way, what did you get from that guy?"

Geralt then opened his left hand, which he had been holding tightly, revealing a faint, constantly writhing black aura within his palm.

"Did you know? Salivam has been driven out of Ilushier in Irithyll."

“I know that he also rebuilt Inrushir in the Arctic, and Ash even demonstrated absolute power.”

Hill showed Geralt the view of the Arctic, and Geralt stroked his short beard as he looked at Ash's super-tier magic, muttering nonsensical comments to himself.

Hill put the tablet away, rolled her eyes at Geralt, and asked, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"What I'm trying to say is that Inrusier was divided up, so I also got a batch of spoils..."

Geralt smiled and pulled out a strange device that had the basic shape of a weapon, but also resembled a candlestick held in the hand.

From the handle upwards, eight small candlesticks extend out to serve as the hilt, while the blade is made of stacked rings, giving it an elegant and luxurious appearance under the overall gold paint.

"This is the candlestick used by the Bishop of the Deep, which is both a sword and a magic wand. It is also imbued with a special prayer that can see the light guided by destiny."

[Sacred Candlestick: The liturgical candlestick of the Bishops of the Deep. It is both a sword and a magic wand. Under the tutelage of MacDonald in Irithyll of the Boreal Valley, they became not only clergy but also mages. Combat Art: Guided Light illuminates the candlestick, temporarily brightening the surroundings and revealing more information.]

Geralt pressed the black aura in his left hand onto the sacred candlestick, and the candlesticks on the sword hilt were lit one by one. The surrounding environment began to change. Even though there was bright sunlight outside the window, the room gradually became dark, with only the candlestick in Geralt's hand providing light.

He raised the Holy Candlestick high, and an orange light appeared in its shadow, displaying characters that Hill could not understand.

Just as Geralt could see clearly, the candlelight went out, the surroundings returned to normal, and the sunlight shone on him, warm and gentle.

Geralt, basking in the sunlight, looked at Hill and asked, "How about a spontaneous trip?"

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Chapter 379: Sheriff

Arizona, as one of the few places that has preserved Western traditions, like Texas, has a strong tradition of martial arts in its vast and sparsely populated land.

The town of Somerton is less than 30 kilometers away from Mexico City as the crow flies, but a large canyon serves as a natural separation between the two places.

As a western town, Somerton covers an area of ​​hundreds of kilometers, and even students from the town have to travel five hours by car to attend rugby games.

When Hill and Geralt arrived, the students had boarded three school buses, while the accompanying parents had driven their own cars. The school's football game had taken away most of the town's residents.

Geralt looked at the only restaurant in town, pulled out the banknotes he had taken from Clint, and said generously, "Come on, it's on me today!"

Hill looked at Geralt helplessly; flying all the way from Las Vegas had indeed made her a little hungry.

The two were in the restaurant, looking at the recommended menu and ordering food, completely forgetting about the S.H.I.E.L.D. troops waiting anxiously several kilometers away.

The restaurant door was pushed open, and the bell on the door told the owner that a customer had arrived.

The restaurant's waitress, the owner's daughter, who was of Native American descent, served Geralt her coffee and greeted him warmly as he entered.

"Lei! You're a bit late today. There's only bacon and fried eggs left; the rest was..."

The waiter tilted his head slightly, gesturing to the mountain of food piled on Geralt's plate, and shook his head in a gesture of helplessness.

The man known as Ray sat at the bar, two seats away from Geralt.

Ray was wearing a slightly worn jacket, shorts, and flat shoes, looking like he was about to go out to sea to fish.

When Geralt turned around and their eyes met, Ray nodded slightly in greeting.

Geralt glanced at the fried eggs and bacon that Ray had brought over, then took a piece from his plate and handed it to him.

"If you don't mind, it's on me..."

In response to Geralt's kindness, Ray gave Geralt a thumbs-up and then focused on his food.

Geralt and Ray finished their food around the same time. Ray took out a badge, placed it on the table, and said, "This isn't a tourist spot. Is there anything I can help you with?"

The badge on the table is a hexagonal sheriff's badge. As a unique type of personnel in the law enforcement system, sheriffs are mostly appointed by the mayor or elected by the residents of the town.

The selection of a sheriff relies heavily on the trust of the residents. In a sense, anyone could become sheriff without any training, as long as the people of the town were willing. Of course, his power is only exercised within the town; outside of town, he falls under the jurisdiction of the state police and highway patrol.

Now, Ray is displaying the badge as both a warning and an inquiry, since he has the authority to do so in this town.

Geralt took a sip of the hot water, let out a burp, and said, "We came here to..."

Hill stomped hard on Geralt's foot under the table, silencing him from saying what he was about to say.

Hill interrupted, saying, "We're on a road trip, we just got here, we'll rest for a bit and then continue..."

After saying that, Hill glared at Geralt. Judging from Geralt's tone just now, he would definitely tell the truth.

As sheriff, Ray had seen all sorts of people, but he had never seen a road trip without a car. Today, everyone in town had gone to the school's football game, and there were very few cars in the entire town. He patrolled the whole town but didn't see any unfamiliar vehicles.

Adhering to the principle of "better to avoid trouble than to cause trouble," Lei put away his badge and prepared to go back to the police station later to find someone to follow the two people in front of him.

Hill pulled out his phone, glanced at it, and nudged Geralt to show him the message. Several kilometers away, S.H.I.E.L.D. forces were engaged in a firefight with an unfamiliar armed group.

Hill immediately stood up and tried to pull Geralt towards the scene of the firefight. However, even with his best efforts, he couldn't budge Geralt an inch.

Geralt repeated the location to Ray and asked, "Ray, do you know this place?"

Ray frowned, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes, and said, "That's old Parsons' house. He lives on the farm outside."

Geralt finished the last sip of his sparkling water and said, "Let's go then, we need to get there. Did you drive?"

Still somewhat skeptical, Lei walked outside. To prevent any accidents, he made a call to the officers on duty at the police station, asking them to come and support him later.

Ray started his car and hid the weapon from the glove compartment under the driver's seat, so he could easily reach it.

Hill was somewhat dissatisfied with Geralt's unilateral decisions, but after several collaborations, Hill also understood that Geralt would not act recklessly.

Hill asked, "Is there something wrong with him?"

"There's no problem, he's just very strong."

Hill, who looked like he had a question mark stuck to his forehead, said, "Very strong? Are you sure? I think he has trouble even walking outside."

"The body is just an appearance; his spirit governs his body. If he is placed in a familiar environment or given some preparation, he will not stop until he has killed all his enemies."

Geralt's words were overflowing with praise, which piqued Hill's interest in the aging sheriff.

Hill said, "I'll look into his file. Come on, he's here in his car."

Even on deserted country roads, Lei adhered to the principle of never speeding. The longer he could drag things out before figuring out who these two people were, the better it would be for him.

As Ray approached the farm, he heard continuous gunfire, the relentless barrage reminding him of his past.

After jerking the steering wheel and pulling the handbrake, Ray parked the car sideways on the road, pulled out a pistol from under the seat, and pointed it at Geralt in front of him.

Who are you?

Hill, sitting in the back, also pointed her weapon at Ray, but neither Geralt nor Ray turned around.

Geralt looked at the cornfield on the farm and said, "Before I answer, we'd better take care of the guy who's coming."

With some skepticism, Lei returned the weapon to a controllable range and slightly shifted his gaze, discovering what appeared to be a large creature running around in the cornfield.

Wild boars are the most damaging to crops, but in the past, old Parsons of the farm considered his farm a treasure and would use his shotgun to kill any wild boars that invaded.

The commotion in the cornfield grew louder and louder, and it began to approach the vehicle.

At the last moment before the creature in the cornfield revealed itself, Ray turned his gun and fired the instant he could see the enemy clearly.

The .45 caliber M1911 fired seven bullets with pinpoint accuracy, striking the enemy who was jolted in mid-air before landing on the hood of the vehicle.

Only then did Lei get a good look at the enemy's face. The ferocious appearance was accompanied by an everted mouth, and the dark skin revealed a dangerous purple hue. It didn't look human at all.

Geralt said, "These are a type of demon, cannon fodder modified by hellish power, but they won't die until their heads are chopped off."

As Geralt finished speaking, the Devil on the hood opened his eyes and smashed through the car's windshield.

Even faster than him was Lei's reaction; he instantly released the handbrake, shifted into reverse, and as the vehicle reversed, he shook off the demon on the hood.

The windshield was snatched away by the demon's arm, but Lei remained calm. He shifted gears, slammed on the gas, and charged straight at the demon.

With a violent impact and the jolt of being run over twice, Lei looked at the motionless demon lying on the ground behind him, silently started the engine and began to drive back and forth.

Once the demon had turned into a flat plane, Lei slowed down the vehicle and drove towards the direction from which the gunshots had rang out.

Geralt extended his right hand to Ray and said, "Let's get acquainted. My name is Geralt, and I'm a hunter."

“My name is Ray Owens, and I’m the sheriff here.”

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Chapter 380: Visitors to the Small Town

The two large hands clasped together, and a certain level of trust was established between them for the time being.

For Ray, protecting this town is his responsibility, and Geralt provided the basic intelligence that allowed him to kill a monster.

"Wait a minute, I'll have the police bring more guys over. A young man recently opened a military museum nearby, I should be able to get enough firepower."

Lei took out his phone and dialed the police station in front of everyone, but instead of keeping the operation secret, he made it public.

"No need, we have enough guns."