Lord of Cinder in American Comics

Constantine, holding the puzzle sphere, has begun to decipher its structure.

"Fuck, how many things did they choose?"

The sacrificial organization behind the scenes started cursing. Those few dozen seconds created a huge workload for them, and they couldn't refuse; they had no choice but to bite the bullet and complete the demands.

"Tooth Fairy, Ghost Bride, Unicorn, Stranger Killer, Hell Monk, oh that bitch even took the potted plant, quickly check if it's a representative of the Man-Beating Willow or a Harassment Tree..."

In a short time, the organization behind the scenes began to make rapid arrangements, so that the monsters would appear in front of the sacrifice at a suitable time.

But in the midst of the chaos, no one noticed that the original Gretel had disappeared without a trace.

Back in the living room, everyone casually played with the items they had chosen. Natasha opened the ballet box and, looking at the little figures inside, was lost in memories of the past.

"When I was a child, I thought I was learning ballet to become a ballet dancer, but I ended up becoming a secret agent..."

Hill looked at Natasha, not knowing what to say. Bored, she broke off a potted plant beside her and threw it, along with the mask, into the fireplace not far away.

The living room fell silent, save for the sounds of the ballet music box and the occasional crackling of firewood, which brought a touch of life to the space.

Suddenly, several eerie figures wearing white masks appeared at the window, brandishing sharp knives at the people inside.

Just as Hill got a clear look at them, before he could even issue a warning, they vanished without a trace.

Meanwhile, the neighing of horses gradually came from outside. Geralt tossed aside the unicorn he was holding and said, "I'll go take a look. If it's a mare, maybe it can find Radish a companion..."

The situation gradually changed, but the three people present remained motionless, as if everything outside had nothing to do with them. Only the occasional appearance of a white mask made Hill even more agitated.

Natasha looked at the white wedding dress next to her and inexplicably wanted to try it on.

Just as she was about to leave, Constantine grabbed her.

"Your clothes have been locked onto by a vengeful spirit. You must stay by my side to ensure your safety..."

However, Natasha didn't care. She pulled up her veil to cover her face and said, "Don't you want to see what I look like in a wedding dress? Maybe it'll be..."

Natasha bent down and reached out to grab Constantine by the collar. Constantine offered no resistance and was pulled directly into the room.

"You adulterous couple!"

After cursing, Hill couldn't stay in the room any longer as the noise grew louder.

So Hill had no choice but to go outside and avoid the awkward situation.

Just then, a rustling sound came from the woods. Hill drew his gun and aimed it in that direction, only to find Geralt emerging.

Geralt emerged from the woods, swinging a blood-stained horn with a disgruntled expression.

"I thought it was a well-behaved unicorn, but it turned out to be an idiot and very grumpy, so I plucked its horn off. Why aren't you in your room...?"

Ignoring Hill's disapproving look, Geralt tossed the horn to her, saying, "You can use it to make some ammunition or melee weapons; it can damage some things..."

Seeing Geralt's unbridled audacity, Hill asked, "Are you going to attack directly? No need to pretend anymore?"

"Didn't you notice that Greirit has disappeared? He's about to find his own people; he doesn't need to wait any longer..."

Hill sneered, "That's good. I've had enough of those peeping toms!"

Hill turned and stared at the assassins wearing white masks, then drew his sword and strode toward them with a fierce aura.

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Chapter 450: Monster Rampage and Mama's Fuck Hero

Within the organization of the sacrificers, the situation has now undergone a dramatic change. The surveillance footage that was originally recording the sacrificed people has somehow turned into gibberish.

Meanwhile, the monsters that had been imprisoned in the past began to stir for unknown reasons. This brought the entire sacrificial operation to a standstill.

Just when everyone was at their wits' end, Genmei, who was supposed to be a good employee, showed a long-lost smile.

The garbled video footage, in her eyes, formed a coded communication. The person who was supposed to pick her up had arrived.

Genmei hummed a song, ignoring the already overwhelmed crowd, and walked briskly along the passage to leave.

The lights in the original passageway have been mostly turned off, with only a few specific passageways still lit up – these were the evacuation routes Cortana had planned for Root.

As soon as Genmei opened a door, she heard the crisis warning sound coming from all over the base.

That means the monster has escaped its cage!

Root Sister instantly became alert and involuntarily quickened her pace. Having been lurking in this base for so long, she knew how terrifying those monsters were.

What's even more terrifying is the sheer number of these monsters. Hundreds of creatures possessing various supernatural abilities or terrifying forms can unleash immense power when gathered together.

Genmei started jogging, then suddenly stopped. A werewolf appeared in front of her.

Although werewolves and bigons are not particularly strong among monsters, they are still monsters that are difficult for ordinary people to defeat.

Genmei slowly crouched down to avoid making any loud noises that might attract the werewolf's attention.

However, the werewolf with its back to her kept twitching its nose, as if it were exploring, and then suddenly turned around and saw Root behind it.

At this moment, Root had abandoned her fear. She pulled out a pistol that was hidden somewhere and began shooting at the werewolf.

Although every shot hit the enemy, the pistol's damage was pitifully limited in the face of the werewolf's terrifying physical abilities.

However, without hesitation, Genmei hurled her weapon at the werewolf and rushed forward while the werewolf ducked.

Genmei, who was prepared to fight to the death, rushed in front of the werewolf, only to find that the werewolf had turned into a limp noodle and collapsed on the ground.

A lean, wiry figure wearing a blue-gray linen hood appeared before Genmei. He held a curved dagger in reverse grip, squatted beside the werewolf's corpse, and slowly drew the dagger, which was still stained with the werewolf's blood.

Greta looked at the curious Root, took out her phone to compare the photos, and asked, "Samantha Groves?"

This is the pseudonym that Genmei uses most often. Genmei looked at the person in front of her and nodded.

"Let's go, I'll finish my mission once I get you out of here..."

Greiritt didn't say anything more and simply led the way. The monsters that suddenly appeared were no match for him.

As a rogue, Greyret usually hangs out in places like the Undead Settlement, a haven for madmen, or places like Inrushill and Lothric in the Irithyll of the Boreal Valley.

These monsters posed no threat to him as much as his mentor's passionate, fiery embrace.

Root followed Greiritt closely, but Greiritt suddenly stopped.

Thinking there might be some dangerous enemy, Root hid behind Greyret, but who would have thought that Greyret would take a step back.

Gretel said in a dry tone, "Don't get so close. I'm married now. Loretta will be angry if I smell like other women..."

Watching Greirit leave quickly after speaking, Root sighed helplessly and followed him away.

As Constantine dressed, he looked at the Hellish monk who appeared before him. The monk showed no intention of attacking; instead, he placed the jigsaw puzzle in his hand on the ground in front of Constantine as a sign of submission.

As messengers of pain, the Hellish monks only target those who recklessly open the spheres against warnings, and may even selectively spare the victims after investigating whether it was voluntary.

Similarly, the monks were able to assess the situation and clearly see who their enemy was. Seeing Constantine before them, it was obvious they were no match, so the Hellish monk prepared to apologize and leave.

Constantine, watching the cooperating monks, pointed to the wedding dress on a nearby chair and said, "Deal with the evil spirits on it, and you'll be free..."

The Hellish monk, holding the sphere in both hands, slowly retreated into the darkness, facing Constantine.

"Once you've dealt with that Tooth Fairy, go back to Dragon Academy. I have other things to take care of and can't look after you..."

Like a scumbag, Constantine got dressed and started talking about his work. He wanted to avoid further contact with Natasha.

But while a scumbag's excuses are often hard to verify, Constantine's are the real deal.

Natasha didn't say anything more. She watched as the Tooth Fairy, dressed in a ballet costume, twirled towards her. His face was devoid of any features, except for the enormous mouthparts that resembled those of a lamprey. She then used her spellfire to ignite a fireball spell.

Geralt watched as Hill, after hacking down all the masked assassins, went on a rampage against a moving tree until she had reduced the entire tree to firewood. Only then did Geralt slowly say, "We need to stand back. When the evil god gets up, there won't be anything left here..."

As soon as he finished speaking, an earthquake struck the area where the cabin was located, and various electronic products were destroyed with sparks flying.

Hidden in various passageways, the cries of humans echoed continuously—the cries of the sacrificial organization's employees who were unable to evacuate in time.

But no one offered them any sympathy at that moment, and more monsters appeared on the ground.

The giant eight-legged spider squeezed its way through the passage, stepping on the zombies beneath its feet, followed by a king cobra tens of meters long.

In Left 4 Dead, Boomer strides confidently, only to be lashed out by a king cobra's tail. Green fluid sprays out like bombs, and any monsters that come into contact with the liquid are thrown into a berserk state.

A pair of twin girls, holding hands and dressed in light blue dresses, sang a cruel song amidst the monsters, oblivious to their presence. Witcher knelt on the ground beside them, his mournful cries echoing endlessly alongside the song.

The lake in the distance was equally turbulent. A fish demon trying to climb out of the lake was frozen to the surface. A giant octopus creature underwater was constantly pounding the ice with its tentacles, trying to free itself. Meanwhile, the snow monster on the ice was roaring and spitting its saliva down into the water.

The various monsters worked together to escape their cages and vigorously vented their resentment at being imprisoned.

Some flying monsters, such as banshees and graveyard dragons, had long yearned for the outside world, only to crash headlong into the defensive netting of the sacrificial site and die.

The earthquake felt more and more intense, the original hut had collapsed, and the monsters became increasingly frenzied, attacking everything around them.

At that moment, after a piercing electrical buzz, the sound system in the sacrificial area was switched on, and an annoying yet familiar voice came from it.

"Fuck you! You..."

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Chapter 451: The War to Hunt Down the Gods (7k)

"Fuck you! Can't you sacrifices just die peacefully?"

"Do you know how much effort and planning we had to put in to select you few? It's all because of your ulterior motives. Now the Earth is facing the resurgence of evil gods, and the safety of the entire Earth has been jeopardized by you few!"

If you have any conscience left, then obediently find the monsters you've chosen and let them kill you. Or just stand there and wait for the monsters to come to you!

Harsh curses blared from the speakers, accompanied by Nick Fury's tirade. He urged Hill and the other sacrifices to line up obediently and let the monster kill them, thus appeasing the evil god and allowing Earth to pass another year in peace.

Hill felt no anger as she listened to the jarring voice; she knew that Nick Fury had gone mad.

After all, only a madman would constantly test morality, only a madman would force people to weigh interests in a crisis, and only a utilitarian would always categorize himself as part of the majority and use this to force others to sacrifice and occupy the moral high ground.

However, the people on site were no longer the same unlucky guys they used to be. The entire base was now under Cortana's control, and Nick Fury could only control the loudspeakers using a landline phone.

But all of this had nothing to do with him anymore; the monster had been unleashed, and the ending was already predetermined.

However, upon hearing this sound, Hill began to walk towards the interior of the base from which monsters were constantly emerging.

Geralt grabbed Hill's arm and asked, "What do you want to do? There's no rush to die..."

"That's Nick Fury's voice. There must be information about him in the base. Finding Nick Fury and dealing with this traitor is S.H.I.E.L.D.'s top priority!"

Stubborn Hill tried to pull her arm out of Geralt's grasp, but no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free of that iron arm that felt like a shackle.

At this moment, Hill's best option would be to ask Geralt to accompany her. With Geralt by her side, no monster would be a problem.