Lord of Cinder in American Comics

The hammer has a segmented design, with a flat head at the front, a trapezoidal body, and a diamond-shaped tail. The entire hammerhead is also etched with gold patterns.

No one wanted to experience the power of such a hammer, especially in a place like Ringed City. Clint had no intention of questioning the quality of the hammer or the strength of the user's arm.

Seeing the knight raise his hammer, Clint, who was hiding behind the stone tablet, instinctively darted out and rolled away.

As expected, this decision was correct. The stone tablet that could withstand the bombardment of the Void Knight's arrows was smashed into pieces by this hammer blow.

The rocks shattered and flew out like cannonballs. Clint felt his calves buckle and instantly lose all strength.

Looking down, he saw that his left leg was indeed covered in blood, as if a piece of stone had pierced through it. Under the brief boost of adrenaline, Clint did not feel any pain, only a loss of sensation in his leg.

Forget about such minor problems; he was already in grave danger, so survival was the priority. Clint, limping, hopped and skipped, trying to close the distance with the Titan.

However, the knight's second attack arrived.

The sound of a hammer whistling through the air rang out, growing louder as it approached. Clint, constantly observing the knight's attack stance out of the corner of his eye, sensed the approaching attack and, without thinking, immediately lay down on the ground.

The giant hammer flew over Clint, and the resulting wind pressure made Clint, who was lying on the ground, feel as if he was being swept up and flown away with the hammer.

Having dodged the attack, the giant was right in front of him. Without thinking twice, he crawled forward.

He crawled forward with all his might, leaving a trail of blood behind his injured leg.

After the knight's first strike, there wasn't a long interval between attacks like the previous two. He simply readjusted his attack stance and raised his hammer.

With the sledgehammer raised high, the impending downward strike was unavoidable for Clint, who was prone on the ground. If he were hit, he would likely have to use a shovel to finish him off.

With a whooshing sound and the pressure of the wind, Clint, who was lying on the ground, couldn't help but roll over to face up and meet the attack.

However, the hammer stopped, only centimeters away from Clint's head.

"Cough cough cough, touching the giant means you pass the level. I won."

After saying this, Clint could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground, also letting go of the giant's clothes with his other hand.

As the knight retrieved his hammer, the Void Knights on the avenue vanished. The avenue returned to its former peace.

Chapter 127: The Honest and Trustworthy Lapp

"Clint, are you alright?"

Not long after, Clint, who was lying on the ground, saw Natasha and Constantine. Natasha helped Clint up and asked worriedly, looking at his bleeding left leg.

"I'm still alive? Does that mean I've passed the test?"

This was the first time Constantine had ever seen a mortal actually cross this blasting road, after all, the number of undead that the blasting road had taken in could fill the entire Ringed City.

In response to Clint's question, Constantine replied with a hint of seriousness for the first time: "Yes, you passed."

Having received Constantine's correct reply, Clint, lying on the ground, finally breathed a sigh of relief. Completely relaxed, he stared at the soft-colored sun in the sky, waiting for Natasha to bandage him.

After the bandage was finished, Clint was helped up by Natasha and followed Constantine in another direction on the platform.

As Natasha reached the edge of the platform, she saw another platform below. Obek and the others, who had just left with their group, were waiting on that platform.

At that moment, Obek was pointing to the main road and telling everyone something, seemingly reviewing the trial they had just gone through.

With Clint's help, Natasha joined the audience.

"Listen carefully, a mage should use his knowledge and skills to accomplish this, instead of charging blindly like a brute. The last time I saw a brute who could charge across the road and blast it apart was a giant who was thirty meters tall and wearing heavy armor."

After mocking Clint, Oubek changed the subject and continued, "Of course, those who dare to challenge the limits of life will be favored by fate, just like the Dragon Academy. Magicians are researchers and explorers. Once you embark on this path, you will always be challenging your limits."

After finishing his lesson, Oubek took out his staff and unleashed a burst of azure light that floated toward Clint's left leg.

After the light merged into Clint's left leg, Clint, sensing the change, released Natasha's support and voluntarily stretched out his leg to step on the ground.

Then Clint unwrapped the bandages and was overjoyed to see his smooth, new calves.

If it weren't for the bloodstains on the pants and the holes running through them, no one would know that the leg had been injured.

"Wow, I've never learned a spell like this before!"

Constantine was also amazed by Obek's performance.

After all, all healing spells fall under the category of miracles, and magic itself does not possess healing abilities. Following this original classification, Constantine also limited his use of healing miracles in ordinary circumstances, assigning the use of miracles to Ash.

But at this moment, Orbeck actually developed healing magic.

"The essence of golden magic lies in light, and light is time. This is knowledge that should be forbidden to circulate and reverse. You still have much to learn, my disciple."

Obek slowly explained the implications to Constantine, unlike his aggressive manner with others. Perhaps Obek's good temper was reserved only for Constantine.

From Orbeck's words, Constantine also learned the principles of magic. The light magic from Ula Sirou was originally a useless spell in Dark Souls, only providing some weak auxiliary functions in the intense battles of Dark Souls.

Orbeck's mastery of the Golden Magic allowed him to reverse time, a feat last achieved by the Ancient One, who possessed the Infinity Stones. This is truly astonishing.

"Alright, my disciple, now it's your turn to lead this bunch of idiots. I'm going back to my study. If there's nothing else, I'd like to continue reading in peace and quiet."

After he finished speaking, a whirlwind of ashes appeared around Obek and then disappeared.

Looking at himself and the new trainees who had been left behind, Constantine couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. It seemed that Obek had truly let go, leaving this matter of building relationships to him.

"Alright, come with me."

As he led the group down the platform, Constantine pondered what knowledge he should impart to these students.

The initial awe and the mysteries of magic have already been demonstrated through the porter and Clint. What more can be taught to them...?

'Got it!'

Descending the steps without any protection, passing through a hall, and arriving at the balcony on the right, I was surprised to find someone there.

The man was wearing a full suit of metal armor, with only a slit in his brass helmet for observation.

"Patch!!! How dare you show your face in Ringed City?"

"Patch? Who is Patch? Hi, is this the first time we've met? My name is Lapp, the honest and trustworthy Lapp."

Patch, no, Lapp defended himself, repeatedly emphasizing his name and his honest and trustworthy reliability.

However, Constantine turned to the new students who were still looking around and said, "If any of you are swindled out of all your possessions by this guy, or even tricked into dangerous places, don't try to explain to the Dragon Academy, because the Dragon Academy won't pay for stupidity. Remember one thing: the more something is emphasized, the more it is lacking."

Despite his repeated attempts to justify himself, and after Constantine's warning, Lapp gave up, walked through the crowd, and disappeared around the corner.

Without Lapp's interference, Constantine went to the balcony and pointed to the huge black stone tablet in the distance, saying, "Your first lesson is that anyone who does not want to lose all their memories or soul is strictly forbidden from touching the unblocking stone tablet."

The curse-breaking stone tablet is used to break free from curses and atone for sins to the goddess of sin. Your weak souls will be cleansed of everything the moment they come into contact with it, turning you into an idiot.

Everyone nodded to show they had taken notes, and some even took out paper and pen to record every word Constantine said.

Constantine didn't care whether he was genuinely writing down the instructions or recording information about the Ringed City. After speaking, he led the others to another location.

As you walk down the passageway, the exquisite architecture and scenery along the way leave visitors in awe. If they still had cell phones, they would definitely turn this place into a new must-visit spot.

Continuing downwards, we arrived at the entrance of the Feleneur Church, which was previously guarded by Sheila but was now open.

Pointing to the church, Constantine said, "This is where you will have your classes. Remember this place; starting tomorrow, all your theoretical studies will take place here."

Following the path down from the church entrance, Constantine led everyone to the bottom, to the abyss of mud.

"If any of you dare to step into the abyss, I will only marvel at your courage and then forget about that idiot. So anyone want to give it a try?"

The deep, dark color of the abyss evokes pain and panic in everyone, as if the darkness of humanity is churning in this mire, luring people into it.

Just as everyone was saying no, three huge, round figures appeared in the abyss.

The Harland Knight's Armor was a gigantic suit of armor, stretched taut from the inside by vines, becoming an unsightly mess. A red cloak was also wrapped around the neck of the armor.

However, this armor had no head; instead, a dark, abyss-like mass served as its head.

These Harland Knights, corrupted by the abyss, wield great curved swords several times their height, the swords still bearing traces of their former golden radiance.

However, Constantine stopped the knights before they could even step onto the steps.

Standing behind him were three giant knights. For the first time in front of everyone, Constantine no longer spoke in a relaxed and cheerful tone. Everyone could feel his coldness and ruthlessness from his tone.

Constantine scrutinized everyone with his blue eyes and issued a warning: "There is actually someone among you who wants to join the Abyss. If he dares to take a single step into the Abyss, the Knights of Harland will chop him into mincemeat. No one can save him, I said it!"

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Author's Remarks

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2022-03-22 00:01

Chapter 128: The Hunter

After a day's journey, starting with climbing mountains and passing through hidden walls, they were brought to the Ringed City by porters. Then, the Dean, who was only kind to Constantine, forcibly categorized them into a group of idiots.

Next came Constantine's various descriptions of the Ringed City. In Constantine's words, the Ringed City was full of danger, and a moment's carelessness could lead to certain death.

That's right, physical death is a good end, and no one dares to disagree with a magician. After all, magic has been introduced, so the soul isn't far behind.

Find an old woman carrying a tortoise shell, hand the students over to her, and ask her to take them on a tour of the streets of Huanyin City.

Since the Council of Lords of Cinder, the reconstruction of Ringed City has been put on the agenda. If you ignore the dangerous buildings, the mysterious warlocks, the Harland Knights patrolling everywhere, and the occasional shadowy figure flying by, Ringed City is now a perfectly normal city.

After seeing off all the trainees, Constantine finally had time to deal with Clint, who had successfully completed the challenge.

Looking at Clint, Constantine tentatively asked, "Are your physical abilities about the same?"

If Constantine hadn't learned from Natasha that he wasn't gay, he wouldn't have reacted to her advances. Saying something like that would only make him seem like someone with unusual tastes.

When Constantine asked him about the standards for good and bad, Clint could only give a vague answer: "It's alright, I guess, after all, I exercise regularly."

"That's fine."

Constantine snapped his fingers, and three little devils descended from the sky. The diligent porters of Ringed City had arrived once again.

"They will take you to your destination, where you should find someone to guide you."

Before Clint could even ask about the destination or who his guide was, the two little devils grabbed Clint's arms and flew into the sky.

This flight was not as safe as the previous one. Without any protection, Clint was covered in frost as soon as he passed through the clouds.

The little devil leading the way even glanced back at Clint and chuckled maliciously.

Under the onslaught of the air currents and the biting cold, Clint fainted after merely making a slight middle finger gesture.

Cold and shock—that was all Clint, unconscious, could feel. Finally, at some point, the imps slowed their flight and then dropped Clint.

Clint, who had been thrown to the ground by the imp, was struck again and fell into a deep sleep.