The root of American comics

Chapter : Die

In a corner of New York, an old and tired man sat on the ground. He took out a cigarette from his pocket with trembling hands, put it in his mouth, and took out a lighter to light it. s took a deep breath, inhaled the smoke into his lungs, and then slowly exhaled a puff of thick smoke.

Watching the blue smoke slowly dissipate, he closed his eyes sleepily.

Soon after, footsteps came slowly.

The old man opened his eyes and saw that elegant figure.

"Grand Duke Li Ancier."

The old man said lazily, then took another puff of cigarette and exhaled it slowly. He didn't seem to care much about the arrival of the exorcist leader.

Grand Duke Sir said softly, "Mr. Messenger, I am really disappointed to see you again. Why, you are desperate. If I were you, I would not continue to smoke that spiked cigarette."

"You are always so elegant, but what else can I do? Your Excellency Grand Duke Cyr, the carnival of ambitious people like you is coming soon, and no one will stop you. Leviathan, that evil villain The Prefacer will die soon. Neither heaven nor hell will welcome him. He will die completely."

The messenger of the epidemic doctor organization, Moore, the man who brought Archduke Searle to New York in the first place, finally revealed his true face. s

It's just that at this time, he looked slightly decadent.

Archduke Xier raised his eyebrows slightly and sighed, "Is this really an unexpected result? This saves me from having to do it myself. But you are really a competent person. Are you paying attention to the situation over there all the time?"

"Because of this, I confirmed my failure. I have to say that just as I have full confidence in the epidemic doctor, although Alfred is full of hatred for Leviathan, it does not prevent him from trusting Leviathan. Vitan, after failing to assassinate Leviathan, he started to carry out nn. Now that the plague doctor has been completely controlled by Alfred, Assassin's assassin is indeed not something that the remnants of our times can deal with. "

But Moore lamented and bit his head tiredly. After smoking the cigarette in one breath, he threw it away, enjoying the smoke boiling in his lungs, and then exhaled a long line of smoke.

"I'm a little tired. What on earth do you want to do with me, dear Archduke Sir?"

But there was a hint of ferocity in Moore's eyes, and he finally showed a trace of his former aura as the second most powerful person in the Epidemic Doctors organization, under the Epidemic Doctors.

Grand Duke Xier understood that although the person in front of him looked more mournful than heartbroken, like a wandering lone wolf, it also meant that he no longer cared about everything. If he just disturbed his rest needlessly, then he He also doesn't mind taking a hard bite of his own flesh.

Grand Duke Xier understood this very well, but he did not have the spare time to deliberately cause such trouble. s

"But Moore, there is one thing I need to tell you. Although the Plague Doctor is dead, it does not mean that the Plague Doctor's power has disappeared. I need your help."

Grand Duke Xier said solemnly.

But Moore's eyes became fierce, and he slowly stood up against the wall.

"What are you going to get?"

But Moore's old face became serious, and his body was no longer relaxed. Archduke Xier knew that the next moment he would be attacked by this decadent man with the most deadly force. His speech speed increased a little, but he was still calm. He said, "I need the Thirteen Holy Artifacts of the Blood Tribe, the Ghost Lamp. You know why I want it."

"Why do you know it"

But Moore's expression was serious.

At this time, another footsteps came. It was a beautiful woman. She chuckled and said, "Because I told him."

"Thirteen Sacred Artifacts, Golem, are you Dracula?"

But Moore's expression was trembling a little, as if he didn't know what to express.

The woman let out a strange laugh and said, "You think you are smart or should I say keen, to be able to detect my aura?"

"That's because you have no cover. You have a demon puppet that can transform into anyone. You can perfectly simulate anyone's aura." But Moore looked complicated, and finally said, "But since it is you, no matter from which aspect, I will obey you, Lord Dracula, the King of the Vampires who will destroy the Vampires."

The devil chuckled, "In that case, I'll leave first."

The devil disappeared instantly, as if it had never appeared.

But Moore was silent for a while, took out an exquisite small lamp from his pocket, and threw it to Grand Duke Cyr. After catching it, Grand Duke Cyr smiled softly, bent slightly, and said in a London accent with all his grace, " Thank you, the messenger, for your gift."

Then he turned and walked away.

But Moore looked at him leaving and suddenly sneered, "That's ridiculous, Dracula."

From the wall next to him, a pale figure slowly emerged, wondering, "Since Dracula is not controlling that devil, why did you give the ghost lamp to the exorcist leader?"

"Because I can't resist him. Even if I resist, I can't avoid the fact that the ghost lantern falls into his hands. Just give it to him, and what he wants to do may be beneficial to us."

But Moore sighed helplessly, but the dejection in his expression disappeared.

"Oh, it's really complicated. I want to know what constipation feels like more than this."

The pale figure has human-like facial features, but the pure white gelatinous body makes it known that he is not a pure human being, and must at least have something to do with mutation.

But Moore covered his head with his hands, and then said helplessly, "Stop thinking about such useless things, let's go. We still have to find news about that clan."

The pale man turned into liquid, enveloped him, and then disappeared into the earth.

Grand Duke Sir was walking down the street, looking at the quiet sky, the mysterious men, demons, and aliens lying on the roadside. Suddenly, he felt a sense of unreality in his heart. The war was over.

He put his hand on a demon's head, and black flames burned, quickly burning the demon out.

Feeling the growing strength in his body, he twitched his lips.

Today, she has completely transformed.

He sacrificed the remains of countless demons and many vampires. It can be said that he was the biggest profiteer from this war, and his strength was greatly improved with almost no effort.

He came to the roof of Stark Tower and looked at an elegant old man standing next to the space gem. He said helplessly, "How could I meet you?"

"I feel like it would be easier if I dealt with you."

The old man was wearing a black suit, his silver hair was combed back, and he was playing with a folding knife in his hand.

He and Archduke Sir looked at each other, their eyes seemed to be filled with only plainness and memories.

Grand Duke Xier sighed, and silently, his body burned with fierce flames.

"Angers, die"

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