Lord of Cinder in American Comics

But when Hill thought of Geralt floating on the lake, his body covered in scars, he couldn't bring himself to say it.

Hill struggled even harder; if the angle had been any more tricky, Hill's arm would surely have broken in Geralt's hands.

Geralt then released Hill, pointed at the eight-horned monster killed by the Kraken, and said, "So you're willing to risk your life? There are hundreds of monsters inside, from spirits to machines, from living beings to behemoths. Going in is suicide!"

"This is my responsibility!"

"Bullshit responsibility! Think it through. Do you think S.H.I.E.L.D. can't function without you as director? The earth will keep turning without you."

You're just craving a sense of self-worth, using work and responsibility to numb yourself and gain recognition.

"Geralt!"

Hill raised her voice; this was the first time she had ever lost her temper. Although she was reluctant to admit it, Geralt was telling the truth.

She was not born of a storm, but rather she was unable to find her own existence.

Especially now that Geralt has shattered her previous convictions, those unimportant convictions.

Geralt was about to speak when he saw Hill's tearful face.

"Please, stop talking!"

Hill lowered her head, holding the pair of swords Geralt had given her, and slowly presented them to Geralt with both hands.

Geralt's voice also carried a hint of anger: "What do you mean by this? You want to cut ties with me?"

"I'm not good enough for it..."

Geralt didn't take it, but continued, "Do you remember what I said back then? About the past of these swords..."

The past of the sword is a story about a woman named Godehild. She remembered it all, and when Geralt entrusted the weapon to her, he said he didn't want to see another friend of the same nature meet a lonely end.

“I’ve already lost a lot of friends, and I don’t want you to leave too. Otherwise, I’ll have to fight my way into hell, which would be a real problem…”

As he spoke sweet words, Hill gradually quieted down.

But the evil god beneath this land was not happy about it, and the annual celebratory event was gone!

The evil god, like a child, began to throw a tantrum. The earthquake grew stronger and stronger, and before the sacrifice could be offered, the evil god burst forth from the ground.

Watching that arm protrude hundreds of meters above the ground, easily shattering the entire base, and then trying to stand up from underground while supporting its own body.

"Alright, no need to dwell on it anymore, no need to argue anymore, now there's nothing left..."

On that brownish-red arm, the golden veins beneath the skin could be faintly seen.

If we were to place this in the ancient times of Earth, how would one identify a deity? One would make the deity bleed, and if the blood that flowed was the color of gold, then that would be the true god.

However, this is also an evil god who mocks life and enjoys pleasure through sacrifice.

The conflict and contradictions are intertwined, making it difficult to discern his true nature from his falsehood.

However, this does not conflict with the outcome that will occur, since Ash will not allow such a creature, or rather such a threat, to exist on Earth.

Midil appeared first, and her abyssal breath directly destroyed the defensive network. The destroyed network immediately became useless.

The entire environment suddenly darkened, with only a few stars shining through a crack above.

As the protective netted Midir flew by, it also blew in the smell of outside air.

Hill tugged at Geralt's sleeve to keep herself from getting lost in the darkness. She involuntarily sniffed and asked, "Geralt, can you smell it? It smells like the hell you showed me, but without the sulfur..."

"That wasn't hell, it was just an inextinguishable flame burning on those people..."

Hill felt the flames Geralt had described; the temperature was like a furnace. If she hadn't been enhanced, she would have died from the heat long ago.

Unable to bear the temperature, Hill involuntarily stopped in his tracks.

Geralt turned around. In the darkness, Hill couldn't see Geralt's expression until a heavy helmet was placed over her head.

With this helmet, the originally scorching air became gentle, like a refreshing breeze in the mountains, without any trace of heat.

With Gerald pulling her along, Hill finally emerged from the darkness.

After passing through the tunnel they had come from, the scene before Hill's eyes made him gasp in astonishment.

In a slightly chaotic environment, the Black Knight wandered among the knights of Ringed City with great interest, searching for his comrades who had fought alongside him tens of thousands of years ago.

The Black Knights were once Silver Knights. In the past, they served Gwyn, the "First Lord of Cinder," and followed the Lord who linked the First Flame. They themselves were burned, and later, in their battle against demons, their armor was scorched by the flames of chaos, turning it into an indelible black.

The Knights of the Ringed City also served as allies alongside King Gwyn in hunting ancient dragons.

These former comrades were sealed away in the Ringed City after the Ancient Dragon War ended. And after the Black Knight was sent to fight Chaos, he found it difficult to see his old friends again.

The arrival of Ash gave these warriors, separated by time, the opportunity to meet again.

Hill touched the two horns on his helmet and realized that it was the same equipment as the Black Knight's.

Hill was no stranger to the Black Knights; a small group of them had fought during the last attack on Hell, but it was a fleeting battle, and Hill was unaware of their true strength.

However, as a guardian of the Ringed City, she had long heard of the Ringed Knights' power. As guardians, they were kept separate from the Soul Eaters under Constantine's command.

In the last battle, the Soul Eater demonstrated a level of skill that could rival the Knights of Lothric, but the Ringed City Knights, as his companions, showed no joy, only shaking their heads in disappointment at their lackluster juniors.

Hill watched as a ringed knight carrying his two greatswords found a black knight, and the two, like old friends reunited, pounded each other's armor.

The ringed knight, holding a dragon-headed shield, pointed at the black knight's shield with a contemptuous wave of his finger, which earned him a flurry of punches from the black knights, while the others nearby burst into hearty laughter.

At this moment, the battlefield was devoid of any atmosphere of war; instead, it was peaceful.

Hill, wearing a black knight helmet, looked somewhat out of place among them, but some black knights still pounded her breastplate as a sign of friendliness.

Geralt had disappeared since arriving at the camp, and now he appeared before Hill wearing the same armor as the Black Knight.

When Geralt appeared in his armor, the Black Knights, who had been frolicking, stopped. They prepared their equipment, planted their weapons in the ground in front of them, and waited solemnly.

Hill looked at Geralt's attire and was about to return the helmet to him, but Geralt refused. In this environment, without the protection of the helmet, Hill wouldn't last a second against this group of people.

Midil also descended from the sky. In the distance, the dome-like protective net was already ablaze, like a torch, and within the torch, a roaring giant was venting his discontent.

Constantine sat on Midil's head, his cigarette burned out, and looked down at what lay before him.

Geralt walked straight to the crowd, looking at the warriors who would soon fight alongside him.

"The whole story begins with Gwyn's sacrifice; he ignited the flame that sustains the world."

But tell me, have you ever imagined what the end of the world would look like? In the coming apocalypse, would there still be a glimmer of fire?

The first flame dies out, and the king's shadow vanishes. Fate mocks the continuation of the world, casting its shadow upon the one who rekindled the flame.

He came from the First Hearth, stepping over the corpse of the Lord of Cinder, and then walked towards the First Hearth.

If the flames eventually die out, if the end of the world is to come, will what we have done be a heroic act or a lament of clinging to life?

Flames ignite, but the darkness behind them is the abyss of humanity. The dark soul is ultimately not the cause of the world's destruction; the abyss is merely the embodiment of the fear of living beings.

Humanity represents humanity, and the abyss represents humanity. The Age of Fire does not belong to any individual, but to the entire world.

It is the world's choice! The world chose humanity, and humanity gave birth to the abyss.

Therefore, there is no need to fear the end times, no need to fear the abyss, for fire is enough to burn away all darkness, fire is enough to illuminate the whole world.

At the end of time, where the Dark Soul boils, flames can burn.

To seek refuge in a painting is nothing more than a pathetic escape from fate; the paint of one's soul lacks a touch of darkness.

So there's no need to panic or run away. Eventually, a flame will ignite – a flame of hope and a future!

So burn away the darkness, unleash yourself freely, and stop being restrained. The fire is rising, the king has returned to his throne.

Geralt stood at the front, speaking in a language Hill couldn't understand, but every Black Knight and every Ringed Knight present could understand Geralt's words.

The seal on the Ringed Knight was broken, the abyss of humanity erupted, and flames rose up.

The Black Knights placed their hands on the Ringed Knights beside them, sharing their flames with these comrades to help them suppress the outburst of their humanity.

"Even though the road ahead is uncertain, those who have lit the fire have never stopped. Now tell me, those of you who have received the flame of the Lord of Cinder, will the flame still burn in the apocalypse?"

The rhythmic clanging of armor echoed Geralt's call, and the burning flames dispelled the darkness.

"Fire defeated the ancient dragons, laying the foundation for the continuation of life. Now! Let us hunt down the Titans and offer fire for the continuation of the world!"

Geralt raised the Black Knight's Greatsword; he was not wearing a helmet, nor even holding a shield.

"Now! Knights! Charge with me!"

"Roar!

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The war to hunt down the gods has begun!

Midil took off first, and Constantine on its body used Marvel magic for the first time.

As the Lord of Cinder, he can use this kind of programmed spell with just a thought, and because the energy supply comes from himself, he doesn't need to worry about repaying debts or the strength of the spell.

With his hands forming a hand seal, dozens of arms appeared behind Constantine, and as the seal condensed at his chest, the entire magical aura enveloped all the knights.

The Form of Ekron was originally a spell similar to the Shadow Clone Technique, which could create multiple physical images that would release spells along with the main body.

Now, the spells were cast upon the knights, and several groups of knights charged in different directions from the Titans.

At the same time, the Midir in the sky also split into three, and the three Midir began to spew abyssal breath at the Titan from different directions.

The breath, resembling the Mitsubishi logo, gathered on the ancient god in the center and then erupted.

The fires of the abyss, like torches, set the target for the battle to come.

The Titans, gods who have lost most of their sanity, have become evil deities that can be appeased with sacrifices. Some speculated from the early days of The Cabin in the Woods that the final boss in this monster-hodgepodge movie must have a real-life counterpart.

Ultimately, based on the stripes on his hands and skin color, we can only guess that this is Cronus, the second-generation god-king in ancient Greek mythology and an ancient god.

However, now, regardless of whether he is Cronus or some other god, he will be turned into firewood and burned in the First Flame when he reaches Ash.

The knights, their bodies engulfed in flames, became the targets of the ancient gods.

However, the ancient gods, who lack much reason, often strike the illusions created by the form of Ekron.

The true knights, as the elite vanguard of the charge, delivered fatal blows to the escaped monsters, whose corpses were then chopped into pieces by the knights behind them and burned to ashes by the ringed knights.

There was no frolicking, no unnecessary movement, not even a sound. Even though they were wearing armor, the friction sounds of their movement were eliminated by the knights using special techniques.

Some monsters with weaker senses were even crushed into a pulp by subsequent footsteps before they could even figure out who had stepped on them.

The silent knight unleashes absolute and overwhelming power.