The Great Demon Lord of the American Comics World

Chapter 103: He is the master of my body and the refuge of my soul!
Prison Island, in an underground torture chamber.

The dead woman was completely naked, her wrists and ankles bound by four thick iron chains, hanging in the air in a spread-eagle position.

Below, five skeletal werewolves lurked menacingly, while the Sand Angel stood with his arms crossed against the wall, staring intently at the Death Woman.

Emma's mystic also stood behind the Death Woman, her whip-like hair extending two or three meters long, binding all of the Death Woman's joints like snakes.

Camille, clutching a heavy-duty sniper rifle, sat directly opposite the woman of death, occasionally touching her neck and whispering a question to Alina beside her:

"I hope my neck isn't crooked?"

"No."

"you sure?"

"No, not at all. If you're really worried, when the Boss arrives, you can ask him to cut off your head and reattach it. With the Boss's abilities, it definitely won't be crooked even a millimeter."

As Alina spoke, she couldn't help but touch her knees, a little worried about whether her legs were properly set. She wondered if she should ask the Boss to take a look later, and if they were crooked, she would ask the Boss to cut them off and set them again.

the other side.

After finishing her call with Li Xingzhou, Emma turned around and looked at the Death Woman's beautiful face, curvaceous figure with long legs and a slim waist. Her eyes were filled with displeasure. With a thought, the Mind Image Demon raised its sword-bladed arm and plunged the sword into the Death Woman's left shoulder, cutting all the way down to her elbow, leaving a deep wound. Underneath the exposed flesh, the silver-white alloy arm bone was revealed.

The woman of death seemed to feel no pain, calmly watching Emma as the wound on her arm healed rapidly, leaving not a trace of scar in the blink of an eye.

Emma chuckled softly:
"It's so hard to cut it, it's a really good toy..."

After finishing, he began to study the skeletal structure of the deceased woman with great interest.

As a born bad seed who has killed multiple people since elementary school, Emma studied business and law, but she also taught herself about human anatomy, the nervous system and other medical-related subjects.

Now she can remotely control the magic, without even getting her hands dirty, making her research effortless and enjoyable.

Emma's actions even made the Sandstorm Angel shake his head inwardly, muttering "perverted."

The Sandstorm Angel is certainly not a good person either.

She collaborated with Ajax on research, using homeless people and terminally ill patients to study the artificial activation of the X gene, and also conducted countless cruel human experiments.

The problem is that both Ajax and she wear their badness on their sleeves, practically with "I'm a bad guy" written all over their foreheads. And they always have a clear purpose in doing things, unlike Emma, ​​who does it purely for fun.

Emma, ​​however, is petite, sweet, and has a pure and pretty appearance...

Perhaps only the Boss can handle this cute exterior hiding a bloodthirsty demon inside.

Blood flowed down the dead woman's snow-white toes and fell to the ground, quickly forming a large pool of blood.

Emma's cheeks were flushed, and her eyes, behind her glasses, sparkled with excitement as she enjoyed doing research.

However, she did not forget the time.

Calculating the distance between Forest Hill and Rex Island, and then calculating the Boss's flying speed, she felt that the Boss was almost there, so she stopped to study.

After the Death Woman's wounds healed, Emma commanded the Mystic Demon to transform into a cold wind that blew over the Death Woman's body, freezing the bloodstains on her body into ice. Then, the Mystic Demon used the Mystic Demon to peel away the blood-red ice crystals, making the Death Woman smooth and white from head to toe, without a single stain.

After finishing these tasks, Emma instructed the Sand Angel, Camille, and Alina to keep a close watch on the Death Woman before going out to greet the Boss.

After a while.

Emma, ​​like a little bird clinging to Li Xingzhou's arm, with a pure and lovely smile on her pretty face, accompanied him to this torture chamber.

Dust Angel, Camille, and Alina bowed in unison to greet the Boss.

Li Xingzhou smiled and nodded, saying "Thank you for your hard work," before looking up at the dead woman suspended in mid-air.

She has a beautiful and charming face with distinct Asian features and a very hot figure, but her temperament is cold and indifferent, giving people a mechanical sense of ruthlessness.

As Li Xingzhou examined the woman of death, she calmly looked at him, her gaze occasionally sweeping over his neck, heart, and other vital areas, as if considering how to end his life.

"Still thinking about killing me at this point? Are you using technological and psychological methods to brainwash me?"

Li Xingzhou's lips curled up slightly as he spoke in a low voice.

He knew that William Stryker, the owner of the Death Woman, had a mutant son named Jason, who was known as the "Master of Illusions." Jason was a powerful mutant with extremely strong mental abilities, capable of suppressing even Professor X.

William Stryker, who hated all mutants, used extracts from his son's brain fluid to create a mind-controlling drug. Deathgirl was undoubtedly one of her victims.

Shaking his head, Li Xingzhou looked again at the pool of blood beneath the dead woman:
"Why is there so much blood?"

Emma said timidly:
"Sorry, Boss, I was just a little curious about her healing abilities and skeletal structure, so I did some research."

Li Xingzhou knew she hadn't just done some "research" out of curiosity, but since the Death Woman had superhuman healing abilities and was now an enemy, he didn't bother asking further and simply said to her:
Do you want to regain your own will?

The woman of death did not respond, but only slightly curled the corners of her mouth, revealing a cold smile to Li Xingzhou.

Li Xingzhou chuckled to himself and shook his head:
"Forget it, you probably can't understand what self-will means anymore..."

As he spoke, dark silver wings, untouched by blood flames, unfurled behind him, and he soared into the air, arriving before the Death Woman. He raised his right hand, his five fingers flexing and extending, and a Nightmare Claw appeared out of thin air in his hand.

He raised his index finger and gently sliced ​​the woman's forehead with his sharp claws.

A bloodstain appeared, but it was quickly healed.

However, the Death Woman still let out a shrill scream. Her usually calm eyes were suddenly filled with pain, and her naked body trembled violently.

She had been slashed hundreds of times by Emma's "research" before, and even her chest had been cut open, but she never uttered a sound or trembled. But now, Li Xingzhou had only made a light cut, and she was already in excruciating pain.

This is because the Nightmare Claws can not only cause physical damage, but also harm the mind and soul.

The cut Li Xingzhou made between her eyebrows was like a knife etched into her soul.

"Don't be afraid, the pain is only temporary."

Li Xingzhou murmured softly, his voice imbued with boundless magic, seemingly able to soothe the intense pain in the soul of the woman who had died, gradually calming her down. The coldness in her eyes as she looked at Li Xingzhou was replaced by a hint of confusion.

"I will cleanse your soul of the impurities Stryker has placed within it, and then brand it with my own mark..."

He spoke softly:

"You are a divine weapon, and Stryker, that piece of trash, is not worthy to be your master... Only in my hands can you better unleash your power as a weapon..."

As he spoke, he raised his finger and carved another horizontal line across the woman's forehead.

This time, the Death Woman did not scream in agony. Although she was still trembling with pain, she bit her lip tightly with her white teeth and only let out a muffled groan from her nose.

Li Xingzhou continued to soothe her with his ethereal, low, enchanting voice, as he spoke, he made the third, fourth, and fifth cuts...

The nightmare claws continued to carve on her forehead, sometimes horizontally, sometimes vertically, sometimes diagonally, and sometimes carving out winding cloud patterns.

Although each cut left no physical scars, instantly healing the Death Woman's super self-healing, the pain of each cut went straight to the Death Woman's soul.

Stryker's use of technology and the mind control he exerted on the woman of death using extracts of Jason Stryker's brain fluid were gradually removed by Li Xingzhou, who then branded her with his own mark.

During this process, the woman of death, who initially had a cold and murderous gaze, gradually became more and more confused, and finally showed the innocent and naive look of an infant.

Afterwards, the woman who could endure the pain of being cut into a thousand pieces and disemboweled without uttering a sound began to hum softly as Li Xingzhou "carved her soul," and tears gradually welled up in her eyes.

She cried out in pain like a child.

But she still tried to open her eyes wide and stare into Li Xingzhou's dark eyes, which shone with a dim light and were as calm and deep as an abyss. It seemed that she saw true peace in those dark eyes and longed to enter that abyss, which, though dark and without light, could soothe all her pain and give her a place to belong.

Li Xingzhou carved over 1,800 strokes on a small area on her forehead, taking an hour and a half.

When the final blow fell.

The woman finally closed her eyes, her head drooped, and she fainted.

Li Xingzhou raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her face, slashed the iron chains on her wrists and ankles with his claws, picked up her body—which was disproportionately large for her size and heavier than a muscular man—and landed her back on the ground, handing her to the Sandstorm Angel:

"Arrange a dormitory room for her and find her a set of clothes that fit."

The Sand Angel took the Death Woman, hesitated slightly, and asked:
"Normal dormitory?"

Li Xingzhou nodded.

The sandstorm angel asked again:

"No need for restraint?"

Li Xingzhou smiled and said leisurely:

"No need to restrain her. She is now my killing weapon."

The Sandstorm Angel swallowed hard, a sense of awe rising within him. He knelt on one knee, cradling the Death Woman in his arms, and whispered:
"Yes, Boss."

The Sandstorm Angel, carrying the Death Woman, went to arrange a dormitory for her. Emma, ​​linking her arm with Li Xingzhou's, said obediently:
"Congratulations, Boss, you've gained another top-tier henchman."

Although she said that, she was actually a little jealous.

That woman who died was powerful, good-looking, and had a great figure, which made Emma feel immense competitive pressure.

How could Li Xingzhou not understand Emma's little scheme?
He raised his hand and gently stroked her cheek, saying with a smile:

"Death Woman may be strong, but she can only be a top-notch henchman. Emma, ​​on the other hand, you can help me in every aspect of my career. You are my most capable assistant."

Emma was overjoyed by her master's approval. She stood on tiptoe, kissed his neck, and stroked his chest, saying with a longing look:

"I helped the Boss capture the Death Woman today, can I get a reward?"

Li Xingzhou smiled slightly:
"What reward do you want?"

Emma's cheeks were flushed, her eyes were watery, and disregarding Camille and Alina's presence, she spoke in a sweet and seductive voice, uttering lewd words:

"I want... my master to ravage me, to make me die, then come back to life, then die again..."

Li Xingzhou smiled and said, "As you wish."

Just as he was about to take Emma back to the office to reward him, Camille and Alina mustered up their courage and came over, calling out "Boss" and hesitantly stating their request.

"Could the neck and legs have been misaligned?"

Li Xingzhou's gaze was strange. He looked at Camille's snow-white neck, then at Alina's slender legs, swept them with his divine sense, and nodded.
"It's a little bit crooked..."

Actually, they didn't misjudge; it was purely a psychological issue for both of them.

Solving this problem is quite easy...

Li Xingzhou suddenly waved his hand, and invisible sword energy burst forth from his fingertips, severing Camille's neck before she could react.

Then, with lightning speed, he lightly pressed Camille's head, and with another sword stroke, he severed Alina's legs. Before Alina's body could fall, he swept out a gentle burst of energy with his sleeve, supporting her body and reattaching her legs.

Li Xingzhou, who finished in less than two seconds, nodded to the two of them and said in a serious tone:

"Alright, everything is connected now."

Camille and Alina, who had unwavering faith in the Boss's abilities, knelt down on one knee to express their gratitude.

Li Xingzhou smiled slightly, waved to the two of them, picked up Emma horizontally, and strode out of the torture chamber.

……

In a small but clean and cozy prison guard dormitory.

The woman lying on the single bed fluttered her eyelashes twice and leisurely opened her eyes.

She blinked twice, sat up straight, looked around calmly, picked up a stack of clothes from the bedside table, and started to put them on with a rustling sound.

Soon, the woman in the video, wearing a tank top, leather jacket, jeans, and sneakers, got out of bed, went to the door, and opened it.

The Sandstorm Angel was sitting outside the door, a matchstick between her teeth, flipping through a comic book. Hearing the Death Woman's movement, she stood up, watching her warily, and asked:

"where are you going?"

The Death Woman looked calmly at the Sand Angel and said indifferently:

"Go see the master."

The sandstorm angel raised an eyebrow:
"Who is your master?"

A fervent longing flashed deep within the Death Woman's dark eyes:
"Leonardo Victor, master of my body, home of my soul! I am his warrior, his sword, the will of my master, the mission I will fulfill even at the cost of my life!"

Tsk, another one who's been completely brainwashed. Luckily I voted quickly, or I would have ended up like that too.

Of course, compared to Jessica Jones and Luke Cage, Death Woman's situation is better.

The dust angel, completely unaware that she too had been branded with ideological imprints, muttered to herself, then turned and walked on:
"Come with me, I'll take you to see him."

Leading the Death Woman to the door of the temporary warden's office, the Sand Angel gently knocked. Then, her ear twitched slightly, receiving a telepathic message from Li Xingzhou. She immediately turned to the Death Woman and said:

"Wait a minute, they're still busy inside."

The woman of death tilted her head in confusion and said:
"What are you busy with?"

The dust angel shrugs:

"I don't know, you can go in and ask yourself later."

After saying that, he sat down on a chair outside the door and started flipping through comics again.

The Death Woman sat opposite the Sandstorm Angel, her legs together, back straight, hands on her knees, adopting the standard posture of a well-behaved student.

(End of this chapter)