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Chapter 1056 Xiao Mo's Desire!
Faced with Jane's attack, Star-Lord instinctively held his Elemental Gun in front of him and dodged to the side.

"boom!"

Mjolnir slammed heavily into Star-Lord's hastily constructed Celestial Energy Shield.

The shield shattered instantly, and the power of lightning slammed into him without reservation.

Star-Lord, trailing a trail of charred lightning, was violently thrown back, crashing through a row of fences in the distance and embedding himself deeply in a pile of hay.

At the same time, Ciri's figure disappeared from the spot the instant Star-Lord was blasted away.

The next moment, she appeared beside Raven like a ghost.

The silver sword, gleaming with a cold light that could subdue all evil, instantly enveloped Raven's vital points.

Raven transformed into a swirling cloud of blood mist and dodged away.

Ciri's sword followed like a leech, its blade grazing the edge of the blood mist.

In response to Ciri's attack, Raven scoffed, "Overestimating yourself. You're 'Swallow,' and I'm 'Raven,' here to defeat you."

She then released a burst of purplish-black energy, instantly blasting Ciri away.

the other side.

Zatanna hovered in place, her gaze fixed on Azu, who was somewhat unsteady on his feet from the shockwave of Diana's divine power.

She has no choice now; of the four opponents, only Azu remains.

She had no choice but to fight Azu.

However, Zatanna was still quite confident in dealing with someone like Azu who knew nothing about magic.

She knew Ah Zu's weakness from a young age.

Facing Azu, Zatanna raised her right hand, spread her five fingers, and gently shook hands in Azu's direction.

As she moved, the solid ground beneath Azu's feet instantly turned into a muddy, sticky swamp.

Countless thorny vines, shimmering with an eerie green light and composed of pure magical energy, burst forth from the ground and frantically coiled around his legs as if they were alive.

These vines are not physical entities, but they possess powerful binding and magic-absorbing effects.

Azu was filled with shock and rage, his eyes flashing with intense heat as he snapped several vines in half.

But more vines kept winding around it.

At the same time, the scenery around him began to distort and spin, as if he had been thrown into a kaleidoscope.

The familiar farm scene became bizarre and surreal; the "ground" underfoot sometimes felt as hard as iron and sometimes as soft as water, and the sense of direction was completely lost.

Azu immediately realized that he had fallen under Zatanna's illusion.

"Damn it, you bitch!"

Azu cursed as he struggled frantically.

The heat beam swept around, igniting the surrounding corn stalks and burning them black.

Although Azu unleashed his full power, he was still unable to break free from the seemingly weak but actually incredibly resilient magical thorns and distorted space.

His prized power was utterly ineffective against Zatanna's magic.

"Save your energy, Azu."

Zatanna's voice seemed to come from all directions, speaking to him with a mocking tone:

“You don’t know the power of magic. I have mastered both Mr. Peter’s runes and Hogwarts magic. Your arrogance can’t stop my magic.”

"Also, I learned this trick from the magic book Peter gave me. How about it, Azu? Isn't Daddy's magic whip very useful?"

Azu: "."

As Zatanna taunted, her magical runes lit up again, and more thorny vines grew from the void, tightening the grip further.

Zatanna was originally a gifted mage, a special human variant born with the ability to manipulate mystical powers and use magic.

Furthermore, even without using magic, Zatanna is a first-rate magician.

She can use visual illusions and misdirection to create incredible magic effects.

Her physical abilities are no different from those of an ordinary person, but she is one of the most powerful sorcerers in the DC Universe.

The current timeline is different from her previous life's. She also possesses the runes from the World Tree given to her by Professor Peter, as well as the magic of the Hogwarts world.

At the same time, her physical skills have become exceptionally strong. After following Peter, Zatanna received Peter's training in close combat.

Caught off guard, Azu, with his low magic resistance, was instantly overwhelmed by Zatanna.

Another battlefield.

Diana's Vulcan sword clashed fiercely with Clark once again.

The flames and the invisible force field erupted with dazzling light and deafening roar.

Clark was jolted back, a serious look appearing in his crimson eyes.

Diana's attacks were like a storm, each sword strike containing the power to split mountains and shatter rocks.

At this moment, she held back, and the enraged Amazonian demigod displayed overwhelming power.

"Karl El!"

During the fierce exchange, Diana's Vulcan sword struck down again, smashing Clark's feet deep into the mud.

She roared, her voice drowning out the roar of battle, "Look at yourselves, look at your words! Are you still Peter's sons?!"

She remembered Ah Zu's words about being a "stepmother," and her anger flared even more.

Since you don't want me to be your stepmother, I'll wake you all up.

Diana's angry shout was like a heavy hammer, slamming into the depths of Clark's consciousness, seemingly stirring up a very faint ripple, but it was instantly swallowed up by the deeper darkness.

Clark let out a roar, his eyes blazing red, and he frantically channeled his power to counterattack.

"Boom! Boom!"

In the forest on the other side, hearing the distant explosion, Peter and Artoria looked up almost simultaneously.

With his super vision looking towards the farm, Peter saw Raven's group of four fighting against Diana's group of four.

Peter was shocked to see that Raven had also become a vampire, and in the form of a "Bloody Raven".

He looked at Xiao Mo with a startled expression.

Mordred, that brat, actually defeated his sister Raven?
This is my first little darling, and you've ruined her like this?

She is truly exceptionally capable; she deserves the title of "Queen of Mischievous Kids"!
Mordred felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by Peter with a strange look in her eyes.

"Father, King?!"

Mordred's voice, which had just been full of destruction and mockery, was now unusually obedient, with a hint of fear in her eyes.

In Artoria's view, those scarlet eyes were now filled with panic, like a frightened fawn, unable to meet Peter's calm gaze.

Mordred's once domineering aura as a vampire queen deflated instantly, like a punctured balloon, leaving only a brat who had caused a huge disaster and been caught red-handed.

Artoria, leaning on her sword, watched this scene in disbelief.

Is Mordred that afraid of Peter?

Peter was unaware of Artoria's wild thoughts; his gaze remained fixed on Mordred.

He took a step, his leather boots creaking softly on the ground covered with scarlet moss.

The sound was exceptionally clear in the woods, each step feeling like it was treading on Mordred's taut heartstrings.

"Motty".

Peter pointed around the farm, feigning a serious expression, and asked, "Tell me, what happened here?"

Mordred's body trembled again. She stammered, her scarlet eyes darting around.

"me."

Her voice was thin and weak, completely devoid of its previous majesty, only filled with the panic of a little girl, "It's just... um, that Father King, he slightly... slightly modified it."

She pointed to the farm, her movements hesitant and timid.

“Modification?” Peter’s voice remained calm, but Artoria could clearly feel that the temperature of the surrounding space seemed to be dropping silently, and an invisible pressure began to spread.

Peter's gaze swept around. "I didn't agree to your renovations of the farm. And what's with those 'new vampire friends' outside? And you too."

His gaze refocused on Mordred. "The way you look, the aura you exude... have you become the vampire queen?"

Perhaps it was Peter's calm demeanor that gave her a false sense of security, or perhaps it was the intense desire deep within her to prove herself that was at play; Mordred took a deep breath.

Then, as if summoning all her courage, she raised her head, her scarlet eyes staring directly at Peter with a look of utter defiance:
"Yes...yes, Father, I...I have become the vampire queen."

She even puffed out her chest, trying to regain some of her queenly dignity, "But...but I have my reasons."

She spoke rapidly, as if afraid of being interrupted, "I want to conquer this world, to turn the entire Earth, no, the entire Milky Way, into my blood domain, and then..."

Her voice suddenly rose, filled with fervor, "...and then I offer it to you, Father, as a gift!"

The woods fell into a deathly silence.

Artoria was completely stunned when she heard Mordred's words, and her hand holding the holy sword froze.

Offering... a gift?

To present a world ruled by vampires as a gift to one's father?

Is this still the same Mordred who rebelled and murdered his father?!

Mordred seemed to be infected by his own "grand plan," becoming more and more excited as he spoke, even gesturing wildly.

“Look, Father, you’ve adopted so many ‘sons’: Clark, Azu, Raven, Quill, and that brooding Horus. They’re all either Kryptonians, mutants, demigods, interstellar thugs, or have war machines in their heads. They’re all idiots and can’t help you with anything.”

Her voice paused, then she continued, "But I am different. I am a smart man just like you, Father. I can help you conquer the world."

“I will prove that I, Mordred, am the most qualified person to inherit this farm, to carry on your ambitions, and to become your most capable and powerful heir. I will let everyone know that your daughter is stronger than all your sons.”

She almost shouted it out at the end, the huge sound echoing through the woods, with a childlike obsession and a ridiculous ambition.

Peter fell silent.

He looked at his daughter, who was defending her "conquest," and a slight twitch appeared on his otherwise serious face.

That brat Xiao Mo is even braver than Azu.

And why is everyone else considered an idiot, while you're seen as a smart person?

You can't call them idiots just because you beat Azu and the others.

Horus, Boom, and Seresa, aren't they still fighting you?

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows tiredly.

Artoria clearly saw that Peter's lips seemed to twitch upwards for an extremely brief and slight moment, before being replaced by a deeper sense of helplessness.

He lowered his hand and sighed deeply and silently.

"so."

Peter's voice rang out again, and the calm returned.

"You went to all this trouble, getting yourself all dressed up, just to prove you're better than your older siblings? And then give me a vampire planet as a gift?"

"Yes, yes, Father."

Mordred nodded vigorously, his crimson eyes filled with anticipation, like a child waiting for praise. "I will be your strongest ally, and together we will rule."

"stop."

Peter raised his hand, interrupting her impassioned "inaugural address."

His gaze became deep and serious.

"Motty, there are many ways to prove yourself, but turning yourself into a monster and turning everyone else into monsters is definitely not one of them."

The light in Mordred's eyes dimmed slightly.

"but."

Peter changed the subject, a very slight smile curving his lips.

He spread his hands out, palms facing up, and his posture became relaxed.

"Since you think you're so powerful right now, powerful enough to conquer the world and give it to me."

He tilted his head slightly, his deep gaze fixed on Mordred, his tone as calm as if he were discussing what to have for dinner.

"Then, Mordred, make your move against me."

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Mordred's body stiffened abruptly, his crimson eyes widened instantly, and his helmet-covered face seemed to reveal astonishment.

“With your current strength,” Peter continued, his voice carrying clearly through the deathly silent forest, “try to see if you can defeat your father.”

He paused, looking at the sudden gleam in his daughter's eyes, a mixture of disbelief and eager anticipation, and added:

"If you win, I'll accept your 'gift'; if you lose..."

His eyes instantly turned icy. "Come home with me obediently, restore everything you've damaged on the farm to its original state, make the world look the same again, and then—"

He raised a finger, as if delivering a final judgment: "You—are confined for six months."

"A six-month ban?!"

Mordred's voice changed, and it terrified her more than if she had been thrown into the sun.

But the temptation to "defeat the father" and prove himself instantly overwhelmed his fear.

"It's a deal, Father!"

She barely hesitated; crimson energy surged wildly beneath her menacing heavy armor like a volcano.

In his crimson eyes, the flames of destruction burned fiercely once more.

But this time, her target is her father, whom she most respects and wants to surpass.

If he defeated his father, he would have no excuse.

"Father, you said it yourself, don't regret it."

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Mo had already drawn his knight's sword.

She unleashed the vampire queen's power to its fullest extent without reservation.

"Blood Domain: Crimson Judgment".

Mordred roared and swung his knight's sword forward with a fierce swing.

A crimson energy that blotted out the sky, a torrent of blood-red energy carrying immense power, suddenly struck Peter.

Within the torrent, countless enormous spears, twisted claws, and wailing vengeful faces, all formed from pure filth and curses, surged forth in a frenzy.

Like opening the floodgates of hell, a filthy aura carrying the power to destroy everything poured down on Peter's figure on the ground.

The entire forest was violently distorted by this attack.

Artoria's expression changed drastically. She subconsciously took a step back, holding the Holy Sword horizontally in front of her. A dazzling golden shield instantly opened up, resisting the terrifying pressure that was enough to suffocate her even from the aftershocks.

Faced with this devastating blow, Peter didn't even lift an eyelid.

He simply stood there calmly, watching the torrent of energy descend like a blood-red divine punishment.

Just as that filthy torrent was about to completely engulf him—

Peter casually raised his right hand, which was holding the ruby, and aimed it at the cascading sea of ​​blood.

"Buzz!"

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no blinding energy collision.

Time and space were distorted in a small area where he waved his hand, a distortion that Artoria could not comprehend.

The filthy sea of ​​blood, enough to annihilate a city, melted away silently, like ice and snow under the scorching sun, the instant it touched the invisible "domain" in front of Peter's palm.

That seemed to be a complete, conceptual erasure.

(End of this chapter)