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

Chapter 1084 Father is away, Little Mo, you've gone astray!
“Peter is now fighting in a field beyond our reach, and he needs help for all of us, and we need the help of his family.”

America listened to Stephen's words in a daze, and after a long while, nodded.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

The fear remains; the fear of losing again, of messing things up again, still lingers in my heart.

But beneath this, something deeper began to stir.

It was the feeling of freedom and power she experienced as she traversed the multiverse, and the determination to help her friends and do the right thing.

"The past cannot define me."

She whispered to herself, as if reciting a magical spell.

Then America raised her hands, no longer in a fearful, defensive posture, but in an open and accepting one.

A blinding energy light shone faintly on her gauntlets.

Stephen held his breath.

At first nothing happened, but soon a faint crackling sound, like static electricity, began to appear in the air.

America's brow furrowed as she began to recall her previous visit to the Patrick Farm.

She remembered the vast land there, the enormous barn, and the unique, peaceful atmosphere that blended various cosmic energies.

"call--!"

She took a deep breath, and in an instant, dazzling energy erupted from her hands.

Controlled energy, tearing apart the structure of reality, spun and expanded before her, outlining a circular passage with iridescent edges.

"I did it!"

After America opened the spatial passage on her own, she excitedly shouted to Stephen.

at the same time.

DC Universe.

Padrick Farm, bathed in the lazy afternoon sun.

The vast fields stretch to the edge of the distant woods, where a gentle breeze stirs up waves of wheat and brings the fresh scent of earth and grass.

Everything appeared peaceful and serene, seemingly separated from the fierce battle taking place in the multiverse by two separate worlds.

Clark pushed open the white fence gate of the farm, glanced at the farm, and frowned slightly.

Is the farm deserted?
Clark strode toward the farmhouse and pushed open the slightly ajar living room door.

In the living room, only two little girls sat cross-legged on the carpet, intently staring at the Ludo board in front of them.

Ceresia, with her long black hair tied in pigtails, wearing her signature red-rimmed glasses, has a serious, thoughtful expression on her small face.

Elaine Bellock, sitting opposite her, frowned as she pondered her next move.

"Celessa, Joan of Arc."

Clark asked, "Where is everyone else? Why is the farm so quiet?"

Ceresia rolled the dice, moved her pieces, and then looked up at Clark and said, "Aunt Zatanna has taken Sister Ciri, Aunt Diana, Aunt Jane, and Sister Artoria to Gotham."

She spoke quickly, clearly still preoccupied with the chess game, “With Uncle Bruce gone, Gotham has become incredibly chaotic. All the bad guys have come out. Aunt Zatanna said she needs help to maintain order, and she also took Billy and Tommy with her.”

Clark nodded.

Batman's absence will indeed create a power vacuum in Gotham, causing chaos.

As a powerful sorceress, Zatanna's decision to lead Ciri, Diana, Jane Foster, and Artoria to provide support was indeed a reasonable arrangement.

This team is strong enough to handle most crises.

"What about Tom, Loki, and Mark? Did they go too?"

Clark walked over, sat down and watched the two play chess, then continued to ask questions.

He felt that Loki and his crew usually preferred to stay on the farm and have fun rather than go to Gotham to participate in the daily duties of superheroes.

This is not like them.

"Not at all."

Jeanne continued, "It's because Smallwell High School is having its anniversary celebration today. I heard there are lots of delicious food and fun activities. Tom, Rocky, and Mark were invited to attend early this morning."

She pursed her lips slightly, "But Ceressa and I think Ludo is more fun."

Clark nodded.

Smallwell High School’s anniversary celebration is indeed a major event in town, and it holds great appeal for these energetic teenagers.

Clark looked around the unusually empty and quiet farm, feeling slightly depressed.

The Godfather Peter took Raven, Azuma, and Bruce to the Marvel Cinematic Universe, but he didn't take him with him!
Although he trusted in the Godfather's power, the feeling of being excluded was unpleasant.

"Ok."

Clark sighed. "I'm off then. See you later."

Since everyone was not at the farm, Clark decided to go to the Talon Club to talk to Lana.

After greeting the two men, Clark turned and left the farmhouse.

……

Meanwhile, at the "Taron Club" café in the town of Smallville.

In the afternoon, the café should have been filled with the aroma of coffee and a relaxed atmosphere, but at this moment, the atmosphere was unusually strange.

Niel, a middle-aged woman who is usually all smiles, is standing next to a table of guests with a blank stare.

The coffee pot in her hand tilted, and scalding hot coffee kept pouring onto a male customer's trousers.

Meanwhile, Niel showed no reaction, simply staring blankly ahead.

"Aunt Neel, oh my god, I'm so sorry, sir!"

When Lana saw this, she immediately exclaimed and ran over, trying to take the coffee pot from Aunt Niel's hand, but was stiffly pushed away by her aunt the next second.

Then, something even more chilling happened.

The male customer who had been scalded suddenly stood up, not to lash out at Aunt Niel, but without warning, punched the old man next to him who was reading a newspaper in the face.

Like a fuse being lit, the entire café instantly descended into frenzied chaos.

The guests and waiters, all like puppets controlled by invisible strings, began to fight each other with their faces contorted in pain.

Tables and chairs were overturned, and the sounds of breaking cups and plates, shouts of anger, and cries of pain filled the air.

Lana retreated in terror, shrinking into a corner, completely unable to comprehend this sudden madness.

She noticed a little boy, about seven or eight years old, standing in the middle of the chaotic café.

The other person was dressed neatly and appropriately, but wore a chilling smile that was completely out of character for his age. He coldly observed the farce as if he were watching a wonderful drama.

"Oh!"

The next second, the coffee shop door was suddenly pushed open.

A petite yet commanding figure stood at the doorway.

The newcomer had dazzling blond hair tied in a high ponytail, and his emerald green eyes burned with an untamed flame. He was dressed in casual clothes that allowed him to move around easily, but he wore a slightly oversized red coat over them.

Mordred looked at the hellish scene inside the café, but instead of fear, her delicate face curled into a disgusted purse.

"cut!"

She made a disdainful sound, strode into the center of the chaos, ignored the fighting crowd, and went straight to the smiling little boy.

"Hey, you little rascal."

Mordred's voice wasn't loud, but it was full of arrogance: "Stop playing this boring and ugly trick! Stop it right now!"

The little boy's smile froze.

He turned his head and looked at the intruder for the first time, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Soon his pupils began to turn into an unfathomable black, and an invisible, intangible dark power that could directly erode the mind surged toward Mordred.

Why don't you want to participate in this fun game?

The little boy's voice deepened and became seductive, "Unleash the darkness within you, join them, anger... destruction, how fun..."

As he spoke, an evil force tried to burrow into Mordred's mind, stirring up any negative emotions that might exist within her—rebellion, anger, bloodlust...

However, Mordred simply picked at his ear, his expression growing even more impatient.

"Noisy!"

Xiao Mo suddenly reached out with unbelievable speed, grabbed the little boy by the neck, and lifted him off the ground.

"Uh?!"

The little boy's dark pupils contracted in shock, his composed smile vanishing completely, replaced by incredulous terror. His dark control power had absolutely no effect on this blonde girl?!
"You think you can influence me with such a low-down trick?"

Mordred swaggered closer to him, her eyes gleaming with disdain.

"Listen up, I (after Peter's passing, Mordred often referred to herself this way) am going to become someone who surpasses my father, and I've already become the Vampire Queen. I'm already tired of the darkness in your heart. Do you think you can bewitch me?"

Before he could finish speaking, Mordred exerted force with his arm and slammed the little boy hard onto the floor as if throwing trash.

"boom!"

The loud impact even temporarily drowned out the chaos in the café.

The wooden floor was smashed into a dent, and the little boy lay in it, curled up in pain, his body radiating dark energy.

Just then, Clark arrived at the café door, almost simultaneously with Stephen Strange and America, who had just arrived from the ruined sanctuary through America's portal.

Bruce and Azu stayed at the scene to support Peter and did not come over.

What the three witnessed was Mordred slamming the little boy to the ground and then mercilessly stomping on his chest.

"What... happened?"

Clark was stunned.

Stephen's gaze was fixed on the little boy being trampled under Mordred's feet, and on the pure and ancient dark aura emanating from him. His expression became extremely solemn.

"This power... is some kind of ancient evil power."

The chaos in the café subsided temporarily after the caster was severely injured, but the bewitched people still had cloudy eyes and were restless.

The little boy (or rather, the thing occupying his body) suddenly let out a non-human scream while Mordred was stepping on him.

Instantly, a dense, asphalt-like black energy erupted from his body, attempting to devour Mordred.

"Do you still dare to resist?!"

Mordred was not afraid at all; on the contrary, she became excited.

Then she exerted force with her feet, and powerful magic burst forth from her petite body.

"boom--!"

Mordred's magic was unleashed, colliding violently with the black mist. The resulting shockwave shattered all the windows of the café, and those who were nearby were blown about.

Clark instinctively stepped in front of Lana, shielding her from the impact.

Stephen quickly erected a magical shield to protect America.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, Mordred's figure could be seen moving at high speed, each flash accompanied by a roar of air and the screams of dark energy.

She didn't even use her sword; she simply used her magic-infused fists and feet to force the spreading black mist to retreat and retract into human form.

"Hey, you monster, is that all you've got?"

Mordred attacked while arrogantly taunting him.

Finally, amidst a deafening explosion, the little boy was punched out of the cafe and crashed heavily onto the street outside.

The dark energy emanating from the person lying on the ground instantly dimmed.

Mordred strolled out slowly, dusted off his hands, and looked like he hadn't had enough fun yet.

Just as everyone was staring in disbelief at this scene, a loud bang was heard in the air.

A figure dressed in a star-blue uniform and holding a cosmic staff descended from the sky, landing on the street and blocking Mordred and the little boy.

"Mordred."

Courtney, who had just arrived, glanced warily at the struggling little boy on the ground, then looked at Mordred.

"Wait, Mordred, this boy is the one he's possessing, don't hurt him yet."

Mordred looked at Courtney in surprise. "Who is he?"

"He is Eclipse, a very ancient and dangerous demon!"

"A eclipse?"

Mordred raised an eyebrow, clearly not having heard of it.

"He is a demon of the soul, feeding on negative emotions, and is especially adept at bewitching and amplifying the darkness within people's hearts!"

The Star Chaser quickly explained, taking a small box from her belt. Inside was a black diamond that constantly emitted an ominous aura. "He was sealed inside this black diamond before, but somehow he was released and possessed that child. I have to seal him back in."

"Moreover, the Heavenly Eclipse is extremely difficult to deal with, almost impossible to defeat with pure brute force... You... you actually managed to beat him like this?!"

Courtney was a little confused.

This girl, who usually seems to be just a bit short-tempered and has a big appetite, actually possesses such overwhelming power, enough to beat up an ancient demon?

Mordred snorted: "Who told him to mess with me?"

Courtney: "."

She really wanted to say, "Your dad's not here, and you've already learned to swear so quickly. And is it really okay for a girl to call herself 'this master'?"
On the ground, "Eclipse" let out a resentful roar, attempting a final counterattack. Its entire body completely transformed into a thick cloud of black mist, rushing towards Mordred, seemingly wanting to perish together with him.

Mordred reacted extremely quickly, throwing a powerful punch at the black mist.

Her magic was not of the divine attribute, but it directly and forcefully deflected the trajectory of the black mist and directed most of its energy toward the black diamond.

"Om-"

The black diamond emitted a strong dark light and generated a huge suction force.

The black mist formed by the eclipse let out a desperate wail as it was forcibly sucked into the black diamond.

As the light faded, some flowing shadows appeared on the surface of the black diamond, but the restless aura gradually subsided.

The Star Chaser immediately closed the lid and breathed a long sigh of relief.

She looked at Mordred with lingering fear, once again awestruck by the girl's power.

The streets were in a mess, but the crisis seemed to have passed.

The people in the café gradually came to their senses, looking around blankly, completely unable to remember what had just happened.

Clark, America, and Stephen walked over.

"Xiao Mo! Are you alright?"

Clark asked the other party with concern.

He hadn't expected Xiao Mo to be such a good fighter.

But then he thought about how this tomboy had transformed into a vampire queen and almost wiped them all out, and he seemed to become normal again.

"What could possibly happen to me?"

Mordred still acted arrogantly, but his tone softened slightly.

"That's good."

Clark let out a long sigh and looked at Stephen and America beside him.

Clark was puzzled when he saw the two return to the farm.

Especially for America.

Didn't you go to the Marvel Universe with the Godfather? How come you're back?

"So... what exactly is going on? America, where's the Godfather? Isn't he with you?"

Clark had a bad feeling and asked the two of them anxiously.

Could something have happened?
Stephen didn't answer immediately. His eyes were fixed on Mordred, who was nonchalantly adjusting his red coat, his face filled with shock and disbelief.

Where did Peter bring this daughter back from?

Stephen was in turmoil.

Beating up the Eclipse Demon?!
Even he would have to put in a lot of effort to deal with this level of ancient evil. What he didn't expect was that this little girl named Mordred would punish him like a disobedient child!

Peter Patrick, what kind of monsters are these kids you've raised?!
He felt once again deeply that seeking help from the "Fathers' Sorrows" alliance was perhaps the wisest decision he had made that day.

After a moment, Stephen took a deep breath, forcing himself to recover from the shock of Mordred's overwhelming power.

Now is not the time to investigate where Peter Padrick collected these "little monsters".

The crisis in the multiverse is imminent, and every second is crucial.

His eyes swept over the group of people who had gathered around him. "It's an emergency, so get to the point."

“Peter, your father, in order to protect Raven and deal with powerful enemies, dragged the Sorcerer Supreme—a variant of me from the Collapsed Universe, who possessed immense power and was extremely dangerous—into the Deep Dream Dimension.”

He paused, noticing the sudden seriousness on Clark and Mordred's faces, and continued, "The opponent is extremely powerful and cunning."

"His goal is to gain enough power to reshape his universe and resurrect his lover. He is willing to destroy anything that stands in his way. If he defeats and absorbs Peter's power, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Stephen turned his gaze to Clark: "Clark, I need you to contact your brothers and sisters immediately and bring them back to the farm as quickly as possible."

(End of this chapter)