The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics

A piece of parchment, shimmering with a purple light, floated down from the sky, gradually drifting towards Daimon's eyes. As he caught the parchment, a quill appeared alongside it.

Daimon gave the contract a cursory glance. It was a standard indenture, where Daimons offered everything he had, loyal to Yang Le, and Yang Le would grant Daimons power.

Offering everything was quite intriguing. The actual meaning of this contract was that Yang Le held all rights of interpretation; Yang Le could interpret it however he wanted, and Daimons could only obey his manipulation.

Faced with such an unfair contract, Daimons simply grinned hideously, then waved his hand and signed his name.

As the last stroke fell, the parchment transformed into purple flames, surging into Daimons' body through his facial features.

"Ah!" Daimons covered his face with his hands, the purple flames escaping through his fingers, looking exceptionally terrifying.

Daimons felt his soul burning. This soul-deep pain made even him scream.

This was only natural. To prevent him from continuing to hunt Spider-Man, Yang Le was washing away the vampire totem on Daimons' soul, and without considering Daimons' feelings. Pain was to be expected.

Once the totem was completely washed away, Yang Le injected his power into Daimons' body.

This flame spread throughout his body, his noble attire was burned away, and he knelt naked on the ground, constantly screaming, a truly terrifying sound.

The villains behind him, seeing this horrifying scene, were also terrified, thinking that a demon was playing with Daimons, deceiving him on the surface by giving him power, but secretly wanting to burn him to death, to enjoy Daimons' desperate screams.

The purple flames gradually dissipated, and Daimons hung his head, kneeling motionless on the ground, wisps of smoke rising from his body, as if he were roasted, without a sound.

The villains exchanged glances, not knowing what to do now. In the end, it was Kraven the Hunter who suppressed the fear in his heart, wanting to step forward to check on Daimons' condition.

After all, this was an unknown space to them, and Daimons was their master. Since they couldn't escape, they could only care about their master.

Kraven the Hunter tried to ignore Yang Le in the sky, moving step by step towards Daimons. In the process of moving, Kraven felt like he was living like years. Finally, after who knows how long, Kraven finally moved behind Daimons.

"Master…" Kraven stretched out his right hand, wanting to push Daimons' shoulder to see if he was alive, but who knew that an unexpected event would occur.

As soon as Kraven's right hand touched Daimons' shoulder, a purple flame burst out from under his palm.

"Ah!"

Kraven screamed, retracting his right hand and shaking it frantically, but who would have thought that the flame would not weaken at all, but would burn more and more vigorously, covering his forearm in the blink of an eye.

Kraven gritted his teeth, drew the scimitar from his waist, and chopped down at his right hand.

"Thud."

The arm engulfed in flames fell to the ground, blood gushing from Kraven's severed arm like an open faucet, beads of sweat sliding down his face. Kraven clutched his severed arm and staggered back.

"Huff~, huff~."

Kraven gasped for breath. Although he had lost an arm, he had survived.

The joy of surviving a disaster filled his heart, and Kraven also let out bursts of foolish laughter, almost like Daimons just now.

After the joy disappeared, what followed was fear, and fear to the extreme was anger. Kraven glared at Daimons, who had almost killed him.

'Anyway, he has no reaction now, even I can kill him!' Kraven completely lost his mind. He was furious and prepared to behead Daimons.

Kraven didn't approach rashly like just now, but threw the scimitar in his hand from a distance, which showed that he still had a trace of reason.

It's a pity that this trace of reason couldn't save his life.

An unexpected event occurred. Daimons, who was still naked, was suddenly wrapped tightly in a set of purple armor. The scimitar hit the armor with a "clang" and fell to the ground.

Kraven was shocked and turned to run away. Although he didn't understand what had happened, it certainly wasn't a good thing.

But as soon as he turned around, before he could take a step, he was grabbed by the head by Daimons in armor and pressed to the ground from top to bottom.

The famous Kraven the Hunter didn't even have time to scream, and instantly turned into a pile of minced meat, dead beyond dead.

"This!"

The other villains were shocked and didn't dare to move.

"This power!" Daimons was even more shocked. His speed was more than 3 times faster, even the well-fed himself could not compare to the present.

Not only that, but the hunger and emptiness that had always accompanied him had disappeared, replaced by a continuous stream of power.

"It seems you are adapting well to your new power," Yang Le said slowly.

"Thank you, Master." Daimons quickly turned around and knelt down. Having just gained power, he wouldn't forget his new boss.

Rather, he was completely immersed in the joy of gaining great power, and seeing Yang Le was like seeing his own father.

"You are not very familiar with your power." Yang Le turned his gaze to the other villains.

"Fortunately, there are many sandbags here to practice with."

"Yes, sir!" Daimons respectfully saluted, stood up, and faced the other villains with a hideous smile.

"We can't live unless we kill him!" Rhino gritted his teeth and said fiercely.

"Come with me!"

After speaking, he rushed towards Daimons. Tombstone also agreed with Rhino's words, shouted loudly to embolden himself, and also rushed towards Daimons.

Daimons waved his hand, and a purple energy surged from his hand, gradually condensing into a uniquely shaped greatsword.

The wide blade did not have a sharp edge, but countless serrations! This is the most famous weapon in the Warhammer universe, the chainsword.

As energy was injected, the serrations began to operate in a chilling cry, turning into an indistinguishable afterimage, which symbolized its unstoppable sharpness.

"Drink!"

Facing the fully charged Rhino, Daimons waved his hand forcefully, and with a rip, Rhino was cut into two pieces vertically by the chainsword, his internal organs scattered on the ground, and the spurting blood instantly dyed Daimons into a bloody man.

Seeing this scene, who wasn't terrified? Tombstone was so scared that he was about to wet his pants, turned around and was about to run away, but was caught up by Daimons.

Daimons raised the chainsword, aimed it at Tombstone's back, and stabbed it in fiercely. After another burst of blood, Daimons pulled out the chainsword, and Tombstone crashed down.