Lord of Cinder in American Comics

The immense impact caused the orc to explode, blood spraying around the giant spear and splattering all over Stark.

Looking at the arrows at his feet, thicker than his own arm, and confirming that neither he nor anyone behind him was injured, Stark spat out the blood he had accidentally swallowed.

More and more orcs approached, only to be struck by the giant's arrows, bursting into endless streams of blood.

Some of the luckier orcs were merely thrown back by the shockwave. When they got up again, all they saw was the blood of their kind scattered on the ground.

This horrific scene intimidated a group of cowards. But the majority of the beastmen were fearless.

The giant's arrows had circled the white tree and Stark, embedding themselves in the ice and forming a wall of arrows in front of them.

Just as Stark was stubbornly holding on and not moving an inch, something new happened on Ashe's side.

The wax-headed sages standing in the sky, holding candlesticks in their hands, successfully imprinted the flame magic circle onto the crimson vortex.

The enormous vortex began to shrink, but then expanded again with the help of Sithon's power.

The powers of the sages and Sithon reached a stalemate and began to clash. Their back-and-forth exchanges gripped the hearts of everyone present.

A double-layered magic array in the sky, and towering blood waves on the ice.

The scene at this moment was a complete harbinger of the end of the world, and even people as far away as New York had begun their celebrations.

From the moment the meteorite struck, the NY police were unable to contain the madness and riots that followed.

As law enforcement officers, the weapons they carry are not as sophisticated as those of the revelers on the street.

Police stations have closed their doors and are going about their own business. Only a small number of stations are stubbornly maintaining a semblance of order by patrolling the streets.

The chaos in New York did not attract the attention of any important figures. The battlefield was the most important thing at the moment. The world was about to be destroyed, so who would care about the stability of that small area?

Under the suppression of the wax-headed sages, the crimson vortex finally began to shrink, slowly reducing to the size it had initially appeared.

Just then, Ash also sent a signal.

Ash's signal was sent to Ghost, who was currently in a helicopter that was constantly maneuvering around the battlefield.

Listening to the signal from Ash in the channel, Ghost took out Ash's aiming and viewing equipment.

The link code was quickly entered, and a powerful AGM-86B medium-range missile was launched from the pod of a B-52 bomber at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

With its oval-shaped layout, resembling a small aircraft missile, it quickly ignited its turbofan engine and, aided by gravity, reached its maximum speed in no time.

Constantine continued to communicate with the Sage, awaiting Ash's command. Until he sensed the missile falling from the sky.

The sages instantly exerted their power, suppressing Sithon's strength and causing his power vortex to shrink continuously.

As the vortex engulfed the missile, the double-layered magic array also suppressed and destroyed the vortex.

## Chapter 89: Recruiting

AGM-86B is the designation for a cruise missile, but it's worth noting that it carries a mushroom-shaped warhead with a yield exceeding 20 kilotons.

The vortex connected to the space where Sithon was located, and the missile that passed through the vortex arrived in front of Sithon.

The missiles, once set up, blossomed into a sun created by humankind before Sithon.

20 tons of explosive power is not considered a powerful force for a dimensional daemon like Sithon. Compared to humans, it's like being hit by a firecracker.

Although they will not suffer serious harm, the insults they receive are very real.

At this moment, Xisone, who was blown up by the mushroom, was just like the second-in-command of the Axe Gang who was blown up by the firecracker.

Even the second-in-command of the Axe Gang wouldn't tolerate such an insult, let alone an ancient demon god.

Based on Ash's few words, Sithon pinned the blame on Mephisto.

Regardless of whether it was Mephisto's plan or his instructions, this debt is now settled. Moreover, Mephisto already owed him a debt, so without further ado, Sithon charged straight towards the Hell Dimension.

As for what will happen to Mephisto, with the power of the Hell Dimension, Mephisto certainly won't lose. As for how much damage he will suffer, that's beyond Ashe's control.

Having completed their performance, the wax-headed sages returned to the portal and left the battlefield.

Only the orcs who put up a last-ditch resistance and kept fleeing remained on the battlefield.

Without unified command, the orcs posed no threat to the tank group at this moment. Some Bradley fighters even started chasing the orcs with their machine guns.

After launching the missiles, Ghost disembarked from the helicopter and returned Ash's observation and aiming equipment to Ash.

The ghost, who was about to leave to direct the cleanup, was stopped by Ash.

"Simon, come with me to pick up the two of them. Let General Hammer take command of the battlefield for now, since we're at the point of wrapping things up."

After the ghost responded that it understood, it went to find a vehicle.

General Hammer's kidnapping threat was the root of the problem. Although it was interrupted by the orc invasion, the Pentagon would not let it go unnoticed.

By entrusting the cleanup work to Hammer at this moment, he can earn a small contribution that ensures his name won't be omitted from later reports.

Perhaps with this achievement, Hammer can have a peaceful end.

As for why the Ghost needed to find a vehicle, everyone at Phoenix Firepower Base understood that an unnamed clergyman wouldn't drive.

Those who dare to laugh at this usually encounter various unexpected events and end up working for three months under a clergyman who is also on part-time medical assignments.

Soon, Ghost arrived in a Humvee equipped with an M2H 12.7mm heavy machine gun.

Having been tested on the battlefield, 12.7mm bullets can inflict serious damage on orcs. As for orcs that can withstand .338 bullets, although they can withstand a few 12.7mm bullets, continuous fire is enough to turn them into mincemeat.

Ash then began her hunt, firing at the fleeing orcs in the distance while directing the ghost's driving direction.

Laughing, Ash pulled back the bolt, firing and yelling wildly.

Some of the crazy actions seemed to Ghosts as just post-battle venting. But only Ash understood that the Ancient One hadn't stopped them from creating such a spectacle; in fact, she had even provided performance assistance.

This means that the Ancient One will no longer pose any obstacle to his future plans, and he can now wholeheartedly focus on strategizing for the future. He no longer needs to worry about his visa being confiscated, leaving him with no choice but to lead a large army to attack Earth.

Driving recklessly on the ice, Ash found Stark standing under a white tree several tens of minutes later.

At this moment, the white tree was surrounded by arrows from giants, and there was not a single intact orc corpse. The entire area around the white tree was stained red with orc blood.

Stark remained in his initial pose, motionless even upon seeing Ashe's arrival. He was afraid that Cassell, without any white tree branches behind him, would attract the giant's arrows.

Ashe waved to Stark and called out, "Alright Stark, the crisis is over, we can go back now."

Finally, Stark relaxed his tense body and collapsed onto the ice, panting heavily.

Cassell and the little boy Jack helped Stark up and walked toward the Hummer.

Ash, somewhat excited, jokingly said to the three people in front of the car, "Welcome aboard the Happy Jeep! Our next stop is New York. Are you ready, passengers?"

Without responding to Ash's words, he helped Stark into the car, and Cassell, like Stark, slumped into the back seat.

Meanwhile, the little boy Jack remained energetic, excitedly touching everything in the passenger seat.

Ash didn't choose to take back the white tree, but left it on the reef, patted the roof of the car, and signaled Ghost to head back.

The return journey was faster than the way they had come, because the orcs blocking their path were gone. Warriors also began arriving in carts from the opposite direction, continuing their pursuit of those pesky creatures.

Standing in front of the position, the little boy Jack quickly spotted a gunslinger named Roland standing on a wrecked tank.

Jack yelled at the gunman and jumped out of the car, charging towards him.

The two embraced each other excitedly, as if father and son were reunited.

Jack kept recounting the scenes that had just unfolded to the gunman, pouring out his inner fear and excitement.

The gunslinger Roland stroked Jack's head, just as his father had comforted him, accepting all of Jack's grievances.

Once Jack calmed down, the gunslinger led him toward Ash.

Expressing gratitude was a bit difficult for the taciturn Gunslinger, but thankfully Jack was there to help, acting as a translator for the Middle-earth people and polishing and restating Gunslinger's words.

"Where are you going next?"

Ash asked the most crucial question: as a gunslinger in Middle-earth, his fate was a sensitive issue for some.

Roland, who had been silent, gave his answer: "I will return to Middle-earth."

Upon hearing Roland's words, Jack's face quickly darkened. This gunslinger was the boy's hero, and now his hero was about to leave.

"What about him? He has no parents now and needs someone to take care of him."

By gesturing towards Jack, Ash passed Jack's question to Roland.

Stroking the boy's head, Roland gave his own answer.

“I will raise him, and he will take over my responsibilities and become the next Gunslinger.”

Roland's words brought Jack's spirits back to their peak. Becoming the hero of his dreams was something Jack never even dared to dream of.

"Then how will you live? You'll still be homeless, and food, clothing, and shelter will all be problems. Not to mention, with a child with you, even eating will be a problem. And what about the child's education? He can't just follow you and learn some shooting skills, can he?"

The real problems were laid out before Roland. Although he had only been on Earth for a few days since arriving from Middle-earth, the vastly different customs and culture of Earth made the gunslinger Roland realize that this was a different world.

Seeing the silent gunslinger, Ash finally revealed her true intentions and stated her goal.

"Why don't you come and work for me?"

## Chapter 90: Who could have known such a thing?

Before the gunslinger could react, he heard Ash continue, "I won't interfere with your duties as the guardian of Middle-earth. You can leave at any time; you just need to offer a little help in certain matters."

Ash made a tiny, almost imperceptible gesture with her fingertips towards the gunslinger, and seeing the gunslinger's thoughtful expression, Ash pressed her advantage and continued to deceive him.

“I can also provide you with accommodation and educational support for Jack, and your biggest target, the Man in Black, has been taken care of. Middle-earth should be safe now.”

Just when it seemed that the Gunslinger was about to be persuaded, a problem arose with Constantine.

Ash hurriedly pulled Cassell out and briefly explained the objective to him, hoping to persuade the gunslinger to stay with the writer's persuasive words. Then Ash went to Constantine's place.

In what used to be a courtyard, Constantine stood amidst the ruins of the bombed-out shop, searching for a cigarette to take a puff of.

Next to Constantine was Natasha, who kept pestering him.

Constantine found a crumpled pack of cigarettes that was barely smokeable, lit one, and said to Natasha, "Hey girl, you should give my stuff back to me."

The wolf ashes that had been hastily given to Natasha were now strung together with a rope and worn around her neck, with the small urn resting on the headlights of Natasha's chest.

Natasha tucked the urn into the gap between the headlights and pressed it down, then flirted coquettishly with Constantine.

“You have to take responsibility for me. I could have left the battlefield. If it weren’t for you, my teammates would have taken me with them.”

Seeing that Constantine was about to retort, Natasha pressed on, saying, "You dare say you didn't cast a spell on my teammates to make them forget me!"