American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!.

Chapter 1028 The Strange Bandaged Man!

"My God!"

"I hit someone!"

"Call an ambulance!"

There were exclamations.

The people in the coffee shop, as well as a few pedestrians across the street, immediately gathered around.

Upon hearing the sound, the patrons chatting in the café immediately stood up and nervously looked out the window.

Ah Zu remained seated by the window, his eyes indifferently sweeping over the chaos outside.

His eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.

That was a really solid impact!
If an ordinary person were hit like that, their bones would be shattered into pieces.

Ah Zu mentally grumbled, picked up his empty glass, and gestured to the waiter to refill it, as if the scene outside was just a boring street farce.

However, just as the crowd gathered around, and someone tried to crouch down to check the bandaged man's injuries—

"Fire! He's on fire!"

A sharp female voice screamed.

Upon hearing the sound, Azu looked outside with a surprised expression.

In his line of sight, on the bandaged man curled up motionless on the ground, a small cluster of eerie blue flames suddenly sprang up from the edges of the torn, tattered robes.

The flame was extremely strange; there was no smoke, the temperature didn't seem high, and the surrounding air wasn't even distorted, yet it burned quietly.

The crowd scattered instantly, as if scalded by boiling water.

A sense of panic and murmurs immediately arose.

"what happened?"

"It caught fire on its own?"

"Is it a monster?"

"Quickly...call the police, call the fire department!"

Someone pulled out their phone and frantically dialed.

Some people tried to find water, but looking at the eerie, blue flames, they hesitated and dared not approach.

The pickup truck driver sat slumped in the driver's seat, his face deathly pale, seemingly terrified.

Just as the onlookers were wondering what to do, the "corpse" lying on the ground suddenly moved.

The finger, wrapped in thick bandages, twitched very slightly.

Immediately afterwards, the other person's curled-up body began to sway and try to support itself in an illogical, puppet-like, stiff posture.

A pale blue flame leaped and spread between the tattered hem of his robe and the gaps in his bandages, as if it were part of his body.

A louder gasp erupted from the crowd, and they all retreated.

Azu's eyes narrowed, and his previous indifference vanished, replaced by a curiosity akin to discovering new prey.

He put down the coffee cup he had just refilled and stood up.

interesting.

He was hit head-on by a speeding pickup truck, flew more than ten meters and crashed onto the concrete, but not only did he not die, he could still move?

And strange flames inexplicably ignited on his body?
The body structure under the bandages is definitely abnormal.

It was neither a magical fluctuation nor a technological energy signature.

It was like something I'd never encountered before, something that smelled of decay and burning.

Just as the bandaged man was swaying and almost stood up again, Ah Zu's figure disappeared without warning from the window seat in the cafe.

The next second, he was already outside the coffee shop, next to the bandaged man who was enveloped in blue cold flames and trying to stand up.

Azu's figure carried an invisible sense of oppression, shutting out the surrounding noise and terrified gazes.

As he examined the "thing" on the ground, Azu narrowed his eyes.

The closer they got to the other side, the clearer the decaying aura, mixed with some strange ash, became.

Ah Zu squatted down, stretched out his fingers, and pinched the other person's wrist, which was wrapped in bandages.

It felt hard and cold to the touch, completely unlike flesh and blood.

Azu's brows furrowed even more, and a hint of surprise and even stronger interest flashed in his eyes.

"Hey," Azu's deep voice rang out, directly asking the other party, "Can you understand human language? Who are you?"

The bandaged man on the ground seemed startled by his touch and abruptly raised his head.

Beneath the hood, the previously empty and numb light in the deep-set eye sockets suddenly brightened for a moment, but quickly dimmed again, as if it had exhausted its strength.

He made a series of incomprehensible, grinding sounds from his throat, his body trembled violently, and he tried to break free from Azu's fingers.

Ah Zu snorted coldly, his fingers remaining motionless.

At the same time, he quickly examined the body of the man in front of him.

Its vital signs were extremely weak and bizarre, and its energy responses were chaotic.

Furthermore, the flames burning on this guy's body were harmless to him, but seemed to have a slow corrosive effect on the surrounding environment. The concrete ground of the sidewalk under his feet had already developed cracks as if it had been scorched by high temperature at the edges licked by the flames.

A moving, out-of-control source of trouble with unknown destructive power.

If it's just left here, the town's fire department probably won't be of much use, and it might even cause a bigger riot.

and……

A glint of light flashed deep in Azu's eyes.

This thing holds a secret.

Worth studying!

Having made up his mind, Ah Zu stood up, his movements swift and decisive.

He stretched out his hands, as if lifting an inanimate object, and grabbed the bandaged man's shoulders and waist, lifting him off the ground.

The opponent's eerie flames were extinguished the instant Azu blocked the sunlight.

Hey! What are you doing?

The pickup truck driver finally realized what was happening and mustered his courage to shout.

"Put him down, the ambulance is coming soon!"

Someone agrees.

Ah Zu turned a deaf ear.

He couldn't even be bothered to look at those noisy guys.

Then Azu summoned the trident, and an invisible bio-force field instantly enveloped him and the "thing" in his hand that was still struggling slightly.

"Buzz!"

The air emitted a low, rumbling sound.

The two figures blurred instantly, then vanished completely from their original location as if erased by an eraser.

In the end, all that remained were a few cracked cement marks on the sidewalk, a few wisps of eerie blue flames that had not yet been completely extinguished, and a group of dumbfounded townspeople.

A few seconds later, the air twisted again on the grass at the edge of Patrick's Farm.

Azu's figure appeared out of thin air, still steadily holding the strange man wrapped in bandages in his hand.

He glanced in the direction of the farmer's house to make sure Peter and the others hadn't been disturbed, then casually placed the person in his hands on the grass as if discarding a not-so-clean piece of cargo.

"Stay put and don't make a mess."

Azu coldly commanded, his eyes sweeping over the other person, "I'll decide how to deal with you after I figure out what kind of thing you are."

After saying that, he ignored the "research material" on the ground that was still wriggling slightly and emitting a strange aura, turned around and walked towards the barn, intending to find a place to lock this "thing" up first.

He needs to think carefully about how to "study" in a way that yields the greatest value.

He didn't notice that, in the instant he turned around, the bandaged figure on the ground, enveloped in blue flames, flickered with an extremely faint, dark red light hidden deep within the gaps in the bandages.

This time, the light seemed to lock onto Azu's departing figure, carrying a primal longing.

in the afternoon.

The afternoon sun at Patrick Farm lazily spills across the grass, and the air is filled with the warm scent of grass and earth.

Little Mordred, clutching her ever-present longsword shrouded in ominous black mist—"The Radiant King's Sword"—paced back and forth in her backyard, which was filled with discarded farm tools.

She deliberately increased the force with each step, making the wood chips under her feet crunch loudly.

"Fishing! It's fishing again!"

Mordred muttered to herself, "Father took Zatanna, Persephone, Jane and Kara, and Diana fishing. Why didn't he take me?"

Mordred grew increasingly annoyed and kicked a blade of grass away.

Although I wasn't of much help when "Blue Baldy" came, these women probably weren't of much help either.

"Mordred?"

A voice suddenly rang out beside her.

Mordred turned sharply, his gaze fixed on the source of the sound.

Ceresia had somehow slipped over and was now holding her haphazardly stitched Shiba Inu doll, looking at Mordred with innocent curiosity in her eyes.

"What?!"

Mordred replied irritably.

Ceresia asked her, "You seem to be in a bad mood?"

"Yes, because Father took our stepmother out to play, but he didn't take me with him."

Ceresia's curiosity deepened.

"Then who is your biological mother?"

She tilted her head, looking innocent, "Is it Aunt Zatanna? Or Aunt Jane? Or..." "Of course not."

Mordred interrupted her rudely, “No! My mother…”

She paused, as if wanting to emphasize something, and puffed out her chest, "It's King Arthur!"

Ceresia blinked, her little face showing obvious confusion: "King Arthur? Isn't King Arthur... the legendary king? He's... a man, right?"

This statement was like lighting a powder keg!
"You know nothing!"

Mordred instantly bristled, his voice suddenly rising in pitch.

She took a sudden step forward, the oppressive aura causing Ceresa to involuntarily retreat. "King Arthur is a woman, the source of my bloodline. My father told me this himself. What do you know, you little brat? If you dare to spout nonsense again, I'll spank you!"

Ceresia was completely startled by Mordred.

"Waaah...but...but in the storybook..."

Seresa said in a low voice, wanting to explain herself in a small voice.

"No buts!"

After glancing at Ceressa, Mordred suddenly had an idea.

“Ceresa, Father says you are destined to be a world-destroying witch. Why don’t we have a spar?”

While I can't directly teach Seresa a lesson, I can teach her a lesson through sparring.

That way, the king won't scold me.

Ceresia: "Huh?!"

Before she could react, Mordred suddenly raised her left hand, which was not holding the sword.

She didn't really intend to hit her, but she believed that the gust of wind carrying her anger would be enough to knock over a little girl like Ceresa.

Just as Mordred's hand, carrying the wind, was about to sweep across Ceresa—

"Meow!!!"

A deafening, primal roar, utterly unlike any doll's, exploded like thunder in Ceresa's arms.

The Shiba Inu doll in Ceressa's arms, with its crooked stitches and dull eyes sewn with two black buttons, suddenly burst into a dazzling light.

Then the doll's cloth body rapidly expanded and deformed, as if it were being inflated.

The rough stitches were torn apart, under Ceresa's astonished gaze, and under Mordred's equally horrified gaze, which froze instantly at the sudden change.

The tattered "little Shiba Inu" swelled, twisted, and reshaped into a gigantic creature in Ceressa's arms in an instant.

The Shiba Inu is no longer a toy, but a real, ferocious beast.

The monster was enormous, covered in thick fur that resembled burning charcoal and was adorned with dark red patterns.

Its enormous mouth opened, revealing dagger-like, interlocking, pale white fangs, while deep within its throat rolled a molten red light and scorching breath.

A tail covered in metallic scales lashed wildly behind it like a steel whip, whipping the air with a whooshing sound.

The monster's four thick claws stomped on the ground, their sharp tips easily tearing through the grass and digging deep into the soil.

"Roar--!!!"

The newly transformed magical beast—the Shiba Inu cat in its true form—let out a roar powerful enough to shatter eardrums, aimed at Mordred, who was standing close by and still in a raised-hand pose.

The violent sound waves carried a real impact, instantly blowing away the surrounding hay and debris.

Its massive front paws slammed down on little Mordred's head.

"What...what is this?!"

Mordred's pupils constricted, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

An overwhelming sense of danger instantly overwhelmed the shock.

In the face of life and death, the knight's instincts prevailed over everything else.

She didn't have time to think about how the doll could turn into such a terrifying monster, nor did she care about teaching Ceresa a lesson.

"Drink!"

She let out a short, angry roar, and her body burst forth with astonishing power as she retreated rapidly.

At the same time, the knight's sword, gripped tightly in both hands, instinctively parried upwards.

The crimson runes on the sword flashed wildly, and the ominous black mist instantly condensed into a thick, twisted shield of dark energy.

"boom--!!!"

The monster's massive claws, wreathed in eerie blue flames, slammed solidly into the dark energy shield.

Like a meteorite hitting the earth.

The deafening explosion shattered the tranquility of the farm in an instant.

The violent shockwave exploded in a ring, tearing the already rickety wooden door of the barn to shreds like paper.

The abandoned farm machinery piled up nearby was blown away by the violent blast wave, and countless wood chips, iron pieces, and hay were scattered like bullets.

Smoke and dust, mixed with violent energy turbulence, shot into the sky.

Mordred felt an irresistible, mountain-like force surge through the sword and into her arms.

The bones in his arms groaned under the strain.

She was thrown backward like a cannonball, as if she had been hit by a speeding train.

"Bang! Crack! Boom—!"

Mordred's body slammed hard against the weathered, thick wall of the barn.

The sturdy logs snapped like withered branches and collapsed under the terrifying impact.

Smoke and dust rose rapidly.

The entire wall, along with part of the roof structure supporting it, groaned in pain from the aftershocks of the monster's attack and Mordred's impact, before collapsing completely with a deafening roar.

The barn walls instantly buried little Mordred and a large area around him.

"Cough...cough..."

Seresa was thrown to the ground by the violent blast of air, and was completely disoriented.

The Shiba Inu doll, transformed into a magical beast, stood before her like a loyal fortress, letting out a threatening growl at the ruins, its tail swishing uneasily.

Ignoring the pain, her eyes filled with terror and utter bewilderment as she stared at the corner of the barn, now reduced to ruins, her face deathly pale: "Mord... Mordred... are you alright?"

Oh no, I've messed up!
Seresa immediately felt uneasy.

Daddy will definitely scold me when he gets back!

Not only did they beat Mordred, they also demolished the barn!
She had heard that her father had given Ah Zu and Clark, who used to dismantle barns when they were young, a good beating.

As Ceressa's "despairing" gaze fell, the smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

The ruins piled up like small mountains.

Broken logs, shattered stones, twisted sheet metal, mixed with hay and mud.

In the very center of this mess, the pile of rubble was slightly arched up by some force.

Little Mordred, covered in dust and dirt, struggled to crawl out from under the broken wood and stones.

She was covered in dirt, her blonde hair was disheveled and covered in dust and grass clippings, her clothes were covered in scratches, and her arms were still trembling slightly. Clearly, the attack had taken a toll on her.

Little Mordred leaned on her greatsword, her pupils burning with the shock of surviving the ordeal and a deeper rage, staring intently at the terrifying beast that still lurked at her from the edge of the ruins.

"Damn... that stinky cat..."

She was panting, her voice hoarse and filled with intense anger.

Enraged, Mordred raised his longsword, intending to unleash the Noble Phantasm he had used the day before.

A terrifying aura gathered around her, and dark red energy began to condense at the tip of the sword.

"Let's launch an attack on my magnificent father."

However, just as she unleashed her Noble Phantasm, preparing to fight this suddenly appearing monster to the death.

The next second, Mordred's gaze inadvertently swept over the area below the wall he had just knocked down—the area that had been hidden by the wall but was now exposed to the sunlight.

At the bottom of the ruins, most of the area was buried by a large amount of collapsed debris...

It seems... there's someone lying there?

No, not a normal person.

It was a human silhouette wrapped in a dirty, thick gray robe.

But what was most striking was that he was wrapped in a large number of equally dirty grayish-white bandages, from his ankles all the way to his neck, and even his head was completely wrapped up, with only his eye sockets sunken in the shadows showing.

At that moment, several broken logs and rubble were pressing down on him, but he seemed completely unaware.

Even more bizarrely, on his bare, bandaged wrists and calves, in several gaps in the bandages torn by pebbles, a ghostly blue flame was quietly burning.

The flame had no heat or smoke; it simply licked the bandages and the surrounding rubble silently, as if it were part of his body.

"Uh?"

Mordred's anger and fighting spirit were instantly interrupted by this bizarre scene.

A flicker of surprise crossed her eyes.

Who is this?
When was it buried under the wall?

What's going on with this fire?

Ceresia also noticed the strangeness beneath the ruins.

Forgetting the fear of being scolded by her father, she opened her eyes wide with curiosity, looking at the "person" who was pressed down and burning with blue flames.

The little Shiba Inu monster seemed to sense the unusual aura emanating from that being, and temporarily put aside its hostility towards Mordred. Its huge head turned towards the ruins, its lava-like eyes narrowed warily, and a low growl came from its throat.

"Hey!"

Mordred canceled her Noble Phantasm, impatiently brushing aside a piece of rubble that was pressing on the other person's leg with the tip of her sword, and shouted at the motionless, dead-looking bandaged man, "Who are you?"

Ceresia cautiously moved forward, hugging the leg of the Shiba Inu cat, who had calmed down again (but still maintained its giant monster form), and asked with pure curiosity, "Sir... are you on fire?"

(End of this chapter)