American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

Hua—

The news from New York is spreading around the world at an extraordinary speed, with information about New York going viral on the internet.

No sooner had the President given a national address claiming it was the plague and reassuring everyone, than he was directly contradicted when a giant infant floated mythically in the sky above New York City in front of all its citizens.

Immediately, the citizens of New York and American netizens were enraged, flooding the official website and smashing their keyboards while cursing.

One has to ask, which of New York's rat brothers grew so large as to bite out something like this?

"......"

Sitting in his office chair in the White House, the President felt very aggrieved.

He had only embellished things slightly as he had done before, never expecting a giant infant to appear.

You could come out, but why be so big and float in the sky, deliberately slapping him in the face?

"Yes, give me more speed.

Now all of America is watching you!"

Picking up the phone, the President urged the flight team that had already departed.

If this matter was handled well, it would be his political achievement!

......

Umbrella Corporation, Hive Base No. 3, Sector E.

"Pui!

The brothers who came with me are all dead.

We underestimated this company!"

Leaning against the wall, the tall, thin agent spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm onto the ground.

He clutched his chest, having been grazed by a giant lizard's tail in the previous battle and very fortunately survived.

"I'm going to retire directly after this mission.

I just don't know how the captain and the others are doing now?"

The agent opposite him looked worried, holding his gun and looking towards Sector D.

Even Luke Cage, who was impervious to blades and guns, had died here.

Although he had great faith in Captain America, he feared the unexpected.

"Everything will be alright!"

The last agent stood up from the ground, saying earnestly, subconsciously turning his head to look at Luke Cage.

That man always stood at the forefront of the battlefield; without him, he would have died here long ago.

Then, his eyes widened, as if he had seen a ghost, and he stammered loudly.

"Lu, Luke Cage...ali, alive!"

Peng!

A loud bang exploded in the ears of the other two agents, making their hair stand on end.

As soon as they turned around, they felt a dark shadow pass in front of them, plunging straight into Sector D.

Turning their heads again, they saw that Luke Cage's original position no longer held his...corpse.

......

Sector C.

Peng!

Peng!

Peng!

Captain America's battle continued.

If it were a one-on-one fight, Steve Rogers wouldn't be afraid at all.

But these four Tyrants had undergone special enhancements, coupled with the black energy of the Yijin Jing, and their combined efforts actually suppressed Steve.

This was not good news.

He was anxious inside, worrying about Frank and the others, brandishing flames to force back the Tyrant on the right, and twisting to kick the Tyrant on the left in the chest, sending him staggering backward.

Then, he raised the shield on his left arm to block the heavy punch from the front.

Dong!

The Tyrant behind him pounced ferociously.

Steve's eyes were cold, his body flipped backward and then bounced upward.

Pfft!

The shield was stained with blood.

The Tyrant's neck was cut open with a large gash.

Steve's right hand was crimson, and he slammed a ball of flame into the wound on the Tyrant's neck.

Boom!

"Ugh—"

Clutching the wound on his neck, the Tyrant knelt on the ground.

He opened his mouth and wailed, his eyes bloodshot and his eyeballs bulging outward.

Unwillingly, his arm grabbed towards Steve, who stepped back to dodge and kicked the Tyrant in the temple.

Dong—

This time, the Tyrant's body swayed.

He couldn't hold on any longer, a ball of flame exploded in his head, and he fell heavily to the ground.

The ground trembled violently, and the Tyrant's body smashed a small pit into the ground.

His blood flowed from his body, emitting a foul odor.

"Huff......"

Turning his face and looking at the remaining three Tyrants, Steve breathed a deep sigh of relief.

Sh*t, after fighting for so long, he finally took care of one.

[Emotional value from Steve Rogers + 1944]

"Roar—"

The three Tyrants looked at the corpse of their companion, their expressions without a trace of emotion.

These manufactured killing weapons would not have any psychological problems due to the death of their companions.

They clenched their fists and rushed towards Steve.

This shield-wielding, shapely butt dodged back and forth, particularly teasing, only a fist as big as a sandbag could make him kneel.

Boom!

Crimson flames burned fiercely in the palm of his right hand.

The blood of Kusanagi surged forth with more and stronger power.

As the enemy and his forces charged towards each other, a black shadow paused slightly on the side, instantly passing over.

Boom—!

......

Sector B.

"Just now...what was that?"

Staring at the Fire Cloud Cthulhu's eyes, Frank asked.

The power of the Oni clan was boiling in his blood, and his reddened pupils looked towards the rear of the Fire Cloud Cthulhu, where a metal door blocked the way, emanating a dangerous aura.

The huge wail just now came from that direction, even the Killing Stone fragment implanted in his body was trembling.

That was the same source of power, and the Killing Stone fragment was urging him to merge into one!

[Emotional value from Frank Castle + 1941]

"Angel, giant infant, divine offspring, the product of Wesker realizing his ultimate ideal...you can call it whatever you want!"

With his arms crossed, the Fire Cloud Cthulhu looked at the two people opposite him and said.

"Once the plan starts, it cannot be stopped.

The citizens of this city are destined to be sacrificed to the gods."

"......"

Frank didn't speak; he had already transmitted all the information revealed by the Fire Cloud Cthulhu, but they didn't know what the situation was like outside now.

They didn't understand, but the Fire Cloud Cthulhu knew, and he shook his head slightly: "The Umbrella Corporation's plan has progressed to this point.

If I were you, I would choose to leave here immediately!"

"Heh heh......"

Letting out a cold laugh, Frank was very disdainful.

"You've been chattering so much to shake our morale.

Judging from your posture of blocking us here, Wesker must be in there!"

"That's right!"

Barton echoed, nocking an arrow on his bow.

It was a simple deduction: since the Fire Cloud Cthulhu chose to block here, it meant that the area behind him must be extremely important!

"Hmph!"

Seeing that the psychological warfare tactic had failed, the Fire Cloud Cthulhu snorted coldly with a gloomy face.

Compared to language, he still preferred to use his fists to persuade.

"In that case, then you...all die!"

Peng!

Lifting his foot and stomping heavily on the ground, the Fire Cloud Cthulhu leaned forward and rushed forward.

His speed was so fast that he was like a black line, completely not on the same level as the "clone" he had encountered before.

"Hiss......"

Relaxing his breathing, Barton used the strength of his back, the hands holding the bow were as stable as Mount Tai, and everything began to slow down in his calm pupils.

Years of experience turned into the instinct to shoot, and the arrow nocked on the bowstring suddenly loosened.

Swish!

The arrow pierced through the air, the arrowhead rotating and disintegrating in the air, bursting out six small arrows.

[Burst Arrow].

These sharp small arrows shot towards the Fire Cloud Cthulhu's face.

His eyes were indifferent, his pace unchanged, and his soft cloak flicked forward, returning all the arrows.

"Return it to you!"

Swish!

Swish!

Swish!

Swish!

Swish!

Swish!

"Not good!"

Startled, his pupils trembled violently, and Barton hurriedly rolled to the right.

Puchi!

Puchi!

An arrow struck his left shoulder and waist simultaneously, causing him to grit his teeth and grunt. He staggered, leaning against the wall for support.

The remaining four arrows pierced the ground, sinking more than halfway in, a testament to their power.

[Emotional value from Clint Barton +1943]

Bang!

Only then did Frank's gunshot arrive belatedly.

"Hmph... petty tricks!"

He scoffed, his body swaying left and right to evade the bullet's trajectory.

Bang! Bang!

Frank frowned and fired two more shots, but the Fire Cloud Cthulhu rushed forward, slapping the pistol away. His other palm, silent and swift, reached out from below to strike Frank's chest.

If that palm landed, Frank would be severely injured, if not killed!

However, the Fire Cloud Cthulhu quickly sensed something was amiss. He saw no panic in Frank's eyes, only calmness.

As if cooperating with the performance, Frank leaned back a step ahead. His right foot rose high, meeting the Fire Cloud Cthulhu's palm perfectly.

"What?"

The movements were fluid and seamless. The Fire Cloud Cthulhu's eyes widened, and he immediately stepped forward half a step.

Thud.

Suddenly, his foot landed on a round object. He was startled, and the instant he lowered his gaze, a blinding white light flashed before his eyes.

It was a flashbang!

Bang!

A black shadow flew backward eight meters, rolling several times on the ground with eyes closed. Frank pushed himself up from the ground and shouted.

"Barton, now's your chance!"

The flashbang's white light blinded the Fire Cloud Cthulhu, and the shockwave temporarily destroyed his hearing. Ignoring the arrows embedded in his body, Barton drew a [Rope Arrow] and gritted his teeth, firing it into the ground in front of the Fire Cloud Cthulhu.

Clang.

The mechanism on the arrow activated, and layers of tangled rope bound the Fire Cloud Cthulhu.

"Good job!"

Frank praised loudly, then snatched the shotgun from his back, took aim, and fired at the Fire Cloud Cthulhu.

Bang!

Unable to see or hear, and bound by ropes, an ordinary person would have no way to avoid this attack. However, the danger instinct of a martial arts master sent him a warning of death.

"Heh!"

With a loud shout, his toes pierced the ground, and the thick floor was lifted upwards. Dense bullets struck it, leaving deep bullet marks.

"Yi Jin Jing, Seventh Layer, Black Sky Destroyer!"

The ropes on his body snapped one by one under the full force of his inner power. The Fire Cloud Cthulhu rose and kicked the still-falling floorboard.

Boom—!

The kick was powerful and heavy, instantly shattering the floorboard.

Swish, swish, swish!

The shattered stones flew forward. Frank and Barton didn't dare to be careless, retreating and dodging. However, there were too many stones, and they were too dense. Some small stones still struck them, leaving bruises.

"Barton, where did the Fire Cloud Cthulhu go?"

Frank shouted anxiously as soon as he dodged the last stone and looked up.

Barton was about to speak when a shadow suddenly leaped down from the ceiling, heavily kicking Barton's left arm.

Crack!

Bones shattered, and Barton's body was kicked into a U-shape in the air.

The tremendous force sent him flying, and blood gushed from his mouth.

Bang!

His body flew diagonally, hit the wall, and bounced to the ground, the blood staining the ground crimson.

"Hiss—"

Lying on the ground, covered in cold sweat, Barton's head was spinning. His body trembled violently, and the pain twisted his expression.

He was now very worried about Frank. At least he had Nen to resist some of the damage, but Frank didn't have that.

Struggling to lift his eyes, he immediately saw Frank being held high by the Fire Cloud Cthulhu, his neck in a chokehold.

"Frank..."

His body was in so much pain that he could barely speak. Barton raised his hand and barely managed to pull out an arrow, but he was too injured to nock it on his bow.

"Frank Castle, I must admit that your little tricks are somewhat interesting. But the difference is the difference. These little tricks will always be insignificant!"

The Fire Cloud Cthulhu, with his right hand choking Frank's neck, seemed to be stating a truth. Although his appearance was dirty and disheveled, his expression was quite smug.

"Ptooey!"

Even with his neck being choked, Frank had not given up his fighting spirit. He spat a mouthful of saliva on the other party's face as his counterattack.

"..."

Raising his hand to wipe the saliva from his face, the Fire Cloud Cthulhu's eyes turned completely cold.

"Very good, Frank... I just like to see you being so unyielding!"

He turned his head to look at Barton, then coldly smiled and began to break Frank's limbs. His movements were ruthless and cruel, breaking his bones while enjoying his expression.

But he was quickly disappointed. Frank, this ruthless man, clearly had a bloodless face from the pain and was covered in cold sweat, but he gritted his teeth and didn't utter a word, leaving him feeling unfulfilled.

"...Tough!"

Angrily throwing him on the ground, the Fire Cloud Cthulhu decided to change his approach. He strode to Barton's side and lowered his head.

"I know you. You are S.H.I.E.L.D.'s ace agent, Hawkeye, Clint Barton. In this era of firearms, there are still people who insist on using bows and arrows. To be honest, I admire you!"

Kicking the bow and arrow out of his hand, the Fire Cloud Cthulhu looked at him as if he were looking at a clawing cat with no ability to attack.

He used his toe to flick Barton's body and grabbed him in his hand, turning his head to Frank, who was lying on the ground not far away, with malicious intent: "I must admit, you are an amazing warrior, but your companion doesn't have your willpower!"

Frank lay on the ground, motionless, as if he were dead, and did not react to the Fire Cloud Cthulhu's words at all.

The Fire Cloud Cthulhu thought he hadn't heard, took two steps closer with Barton, and said it again. This time, he reorganized his language, adding +1 to the sense of cruelty.

Unfortunately, as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and an arrow was piercing his body.

"..."

The slap in the face came too quickly, catching him off guard. The shock in the Fire Cloud Cthulhu's eyes had just surfaced when a huge amount of cold air swept directly from the arrow, freezing him to the ground in an instant.

"You talk too much, buddy!"

Unable to help but spit out a mouthful of blood, Barton mocked.

Not only his left arm, but even his sternum was broken. He twitched the corner of his mouth, his eyes narrowed, and he cursed.

Black smoke rose within the ice, and the Fire Cloud Cthulhu's eyes revealed a mocking gaze. The Black Sky Destroyer from the seventh layer of the Yi Jin Jing was fully activated by him, accompanied by cracks spreading across the ice surface.

Bang!

The ice shattered, and the Fire Cloud Cthulhu broke free.

His posture did not change, still holding Barton in a high-profile manner.

"More of these petty tricks, but what's the point? This should be the last arrow in your hand. Even if you manage to freeze me, you still can't change your defeat!"

"So... die!"

Grinning, he raised his palm, about to twist Barton's neck, when a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist, stopping his attack.

The Fire Cloud Cthulhu was startled and shouted in surprise.

"Frank, is that you?"