Lord of Cinder in American Comics

Furthermore, given the equal relationship between Geralt, Ash, and Constantine, S.H.I.E.L.D. can be said to rely on Geralt to carry out its work to some extent.

Besides, if Ash can become a Dimensional Lord, who knows if this man in front of us can too?

Dragon Academy needs students, and S.H.I.E.L.D. and other top universities around the world serve as reserve schools for mages. Ash enjoys collecting strong individuals, and top military figures have already been arranged. As for Geralt, with Hill by his side, surely the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. can't handle this kind of situation?

The World Security Council's idea is to cast a wide net, since catching even one or two fish is a win.

Geralt and Dutch walked together, discussing what was to come, while Hill called for backup and waited for the enemy across the canyon to arrive.

After all, Mexico is a sovereign nation, and it cannot launch missiles at the other side under any circumstances, but it has no such scruples here, since this is its own territory.

After eating the first bag of moss ball fruits, Dutch had already become strong again, with the muscles in his arms bursting through his sleeves, and he continued to eat to ensure his body's energy supply.

Hill looked at Dutch's arms, which were already thicker than her own legs. Although she was quite particular about her physique and didn't like becoming a muscular man, she still asked with a hint of jealousy, "Why isn't my enhancement as obvious as his?"

"I'll say it again: the soul governs the body. Dutch's battles have tempered his soul to be incredibly strong. In terms of the soul alone, he might not even lose to the Exiles Brothers. He just lacks an opportunity for his soul to nourish his body."

And you, tell me the truth, Hill. How long has it been since you fired a gun yourself? How long has it been since you mustered the courage to fight to the death, since that puppet training session?

Hill knew Geralt was right, but as the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., she didn't have the opportunity to take action herself. Power and duty kept her aloof.

Hill watched Dutch's growing momentum, then decided to leave. Geralt had already provided the method; the outcome was now up to him.

Mephisto's attack came quickly, not only launching an attack on the town from across the canyon, but also gathering several troops within Arizona.

The assault bridge across the canyon has been erected, and they are waiting for the others to launch the attack together.

S.H.I.E.L.D. agents had already evacuated everyone else from the town, and now, with the constant takeoffs and landings of Quinjet fighters, the town had become deserted.

Geralt was sitting in the restaurant, and under the tense gazes of Nadja and her son Dani, he drank another glass with Dutch next to him.

Danny looked at the Water of Life beside Geralt and was about to reach for it when his view was blocked by the sparkling water placed next to him.

"Minors are not allowed to drink alcohol! Are you scared?"

Danny shook his head, then nodded. Fearlessness is courage, nodding is concern; these are not contradictory.

After finishing the last sip, Hill stood at the restaurant entrance. Now, only the five of them remained in the entire town.

Danny, Mephisto's target, must leave last to lure the enemy away, while Nadia is worried about her child.

The enemy has now surrounded the entire town, and the enemy on the other side of the canyon has crossed over. The final battle is about to begin.

On the roof of the police station, the five men waited for the Quinjet to pick them up on the horizon.

However, several anti-aircraft missiles fired from the opposite side of the canyon forced the Quinjet to evade the route.

Hill was somewhat agitated. Watching the Quinjet fly away, he cursed at the people on the other side of the canyon and said, "How dare they!"

In reality, these people had disregarded everything else for Danny's body. After launching the anti-aircraft missiles, they began to systematically destroy the town's main communication facilities and power equipment according to predetermined coordinates, intending to trap them there and kill them.

Listening to the shells flying overhead, Dutch lit a cigar, as if recalling the ravaged years.

Danny, under Nadja's protection, followed Hill's gaze and looked at Geralt, who remained completely calm.

Geralt pulled out a bone flute, put it to his lips, and looked at Danny, asking, "Have you seen a monster?"

Amid Danny's bewildered head-shaking, Geralt blew the bone flute.

Fog appeared around the police station, and a monster with exposed bones and spikes, and a crocodile-like snout, appeared in the fog.

Geralt held out his hand to Danny and said, "Hold on tight!"

Danny looked down at the Tindarros Hound, nodded nervously, and stretched out his hands to firmly grasp Geralt's arms.

The five men gripped each other, linked together, and before they could figure out what they were going to do, Geralt suddenly exerted his strength and pulled them all off the roof of the police station.

The Tindaros hound's bony tail swished through the air, catching the group precisely before it leaped into the mist.

The world within the fog flashed by, and before they could calm down and see their surroundings clearly, they were left in a vast wilderness.

Hill brushed a blade of grass from her hair, glanced at Geralt, and said somewhat unhappily, "Next time, give me a heads-up!"

The group has now traveled dozens of kilometers away, having escaped the encirclement of Mephisto's minions.

Dutch looked around at the empty space and asked, "What do we do next?"

Hill snorted and said, "Then naturally we should tell Mephisto this news!"

After saying that, Hill raised his wrist and pressed the starter on his watch. Then everyone watched as a thick cloud of smoke rose from the distant horizon.

The countless bombs planted in the town served their final purpose.

Hours later, at the new S.H.I.E.L.D. camp, Hill looked at the compiled intelligence and asked Geralt with some doubt, "Those marked Hell's minions have all gathered at Ushak in Turkey. What are they planning to do?"

Geralt glanced at the map, raised an eyebrow, and said, "That should be called Uzcagokden, the closest point on Earth to Hell. Looks like Mephisto is planning something big..."

Hill looked at the live satellite images. At this moment, Usak, no, Uzkagokden, was already covered by yellow-red clouds, and local news reports were saying that the air was filled with the smell of sulfur.

"I'll prepare the plane right away!"

Hill had barely finished speaking when Geralt grabbed him.

Geralt said excitedly, "Wait a minute, let me make a few calls. This is not our business, and Constantine can't just stand by and do nothing."

Hill then realized that preventing extradimensional invasion was the responsibility of mages, and Geralt's actions were understandable.

After rattling off a long string of words on the phone, Geralt stroked his chin, thought for a moment, and said, "I need to get insurance for this kind of thing!"

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Chapter 386: Casillas's Long-cherished Wish

Hill didn't know what Geralt meant by insurance, but the mage's support came very quickly.

Several portals opened at the locations Geralt had designated, and dozens of mages dressed in different outfits emerged one after another.

These monks were clearly separated, most notably by age.

The younger group consisted of SHIELD cadets whom Hill knew, such as Fitz and Simmons, who were chatting in small groups about the surprises of the mission.

Those who were clearly older remained silent, constantly checking whether their weapons and equipment were in a convenient position.

The difference between trainees and combatants—that was the first thought that popped into Hill's mind.

Mordo and Casillas looked seriously at the students who were laughing and joking. They had always been at the forefront of resisting dimensional invasion on Earth.

But everything changed after the Ancient One, the Sorcerer Supreme, relinquished his power and incorporated the Wizards into the Dragon Academy.

The changes are multifaceted. What used to be borrowing from the lords of various dimensions has transformed into the magic of studying one's own soul and the incantation to ignite chaos. This has allowed these occultists to experience a greater power.

However, this also made conservatives like Mordo feel that the tradition of arcane sorcerers was being challenged. If it weren't for the fact that he could still often see the Ancient One discussing and researching with Orbeck at the Dragon Academy, Mordo would have left long ago.

In contrast, there are those like Casillas who seek power and have desires to pursue it. They crave power and yearn to change their past and future.

As for people like the librarian monk Wang, who are content with whatever comes their way, they don't mind whatever changes happen outside.

Therefore, this time the representatives of the arcane mages were led by Mordo and Kaecilius, since it is in life-or-death battles that mutual understanding and cooperation can be accelerated.

Constantine simply refused to believe that these sorcerers would abandon their students to their deaths while they were also studying at the Dragon Academy.

Yes, this time Constantine has raised the bar for his students; it's a true trial by death.

Wanda's relationship with the students is somewhat isolated. If others were to witness that the entire Dragon Academy's learning progress cannot keep up with her alone, this terrifying talent would create a pitiful barrier between her and ordinary people.

Constantine's personal instruction elevated her status among the students significantly. After all, as Constantine's personal disciple, her future treatment wouldn't be bad.

But Wanda also has a few friends at Dragon Academy: the outgoing Yelena, the up-and-coming Jessica, and Simmons, who navigates between the students and Wanda.

As for Pietro? We'll be grateful if he doesn't cause any trouble!

At this moment, Wanda felt a little uneasy. Before she had undertaken any of her studies or actions, Constantine would explain in detail all the troubles she might encounter.

This time, Constantine only said one thing: "Listen to those sorcerers and guide the students to cooperate in the operation."

Sensing the difference, Wanda looked at the serious-looking sorcerers and wondered if she should go up and say hello.

Whether it was Constantine's laziness or something else, Wanda, seeing Mordo's serious and earnest expression, always wanted to stay away from him. Thus, Kaecilius became Wanda's target.

"Hello, I'm Wanda. Our teacher asked us to cooperate in this operation, and I'd like to ask you something..."

Casillas was sheathing the knife he had just inspected when he heard the question. He looked up and saw Wanda's slightly nervous face.

Casillas lowered his head again, preoccupied with organizing his equipment, leaving Wanda with the words she wanted to say stuck in her throat.

"Sorry to bother you..."

Wanda felt embarrassed and prepared to leave after saying one sentence.

Casillas held the knife to his face, where his gray hair was reflected, but what he saw was not his own face, but his departed wife and daughters.

'If my own child were alive today, she would probably be the same age as her.'

"Just stay close to us, conserve your magic, and call for help if anything happens."

Casillas's voice came from behind Wanda, who turned around happily and nodded to him.

A ring of burning black flames appeared behind Wanda, and Constantine stepped out of the ring.

"How are the preparations going?"

When Constantine asked questions, Mordo spoke to Constantine on behalf of the sorcerer, since Mordo had always been the chief sorcerer below the Ancient One.

“The sorcerers can be deployed at any time, but those children shouldn’t be here…”

Constantine took out a cigarette, thought for a moment but didn't light it in front of Wanda, just put it in his mouth and said, "They'll have to go through this sooner or later. I also fought my way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The battle is inevitable!"

Mordo argued forcefully, saying, "This is not a reason to send them to their deaths by attacking Hell!"

"Then you must protect them. This is a collective action; infants can never face the hardships of life alone."

Constantine passed the buck to Mordo, leaving him momentarily speechless, since Constantine was now the boss. A subordinate has no right to refuse a task given by their boss.

"I will report this to Mr. Obek!"

Modu stubbornly retorted before leaving with his dark expression.

Constantine didn't keep giving such warnings, since Professor Oubek wouldn't do anything to him anyway. Constantine even doubted whether Mordo would be able to leave Professor Oubek's office after speaking ill of him.

Following the direction Mordo had left, Constantine saw a slightly aged-looking Uncle Mads? Well, it was Casillas.

Since arriving at Dragon Academy, Constantine has been keeping an eye on Kaecilius, after all, he is the guy who killed the Ancient One in his destiny and can summon Dormammu from afar.

Unexpectedly, after witnessing soul magic and spells, Casillas became unstoppable, and could even be said to be the one who mastered them best among all the arcane mages.