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

Chapter 1087 The Father's Sorrow Alliance, Battle Against the Zombie Avengers Alliance

Seeing Raven exuding the same aura as her father, Bao Bao's brain almost shut down.

"This is sleepwalking witchcraft."

Stephen Strange's voice rang out at the right moment, "Peter briefly attached his consciousness to Raven to fight in order to protect her."

Stephen's explanation made everyone understand the situation to some extent, but watching "Raven" fight in the way of her "father" still felt incredibly strange.

When Bao Bao called Raven "Dad," he felt like he had found his life's purpose.

"Clean up these dirty things first."

On the other side, seeing that Raven had become the king, Mordred didn't want to say anything anymore.

Not knowing what to do, she decided to take her anger out on the zombies.

"For my father!"

Raising his knight's sword, Mordred charged forward first.

On the other side, Clark suppressed his shock and discomfort, his eyes flashing red with heat, and he charged towards the zombie superhero emanating a putrid aura.

The sudden appearance of the "Fathers of Sorrow" and the "Zombie Avengers" left the Illuminati members, who were fighting hard nearby, dumbfounded.

Who are these young people who suddenly appeared with such bizarre and wonderful abilities?!
Clark clashed with several zombie superpowered villains. His heat vision was unleashed instantly, and each collision produced a thunderous roar. The pure power struggle was breathtaking.

Mordred, standing beside him, looked like a humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex. The black and red magic emanating from her body seemed to be specifically designed to attack the undead. Every time she slashed at the zombie Hulk, she could blast a large hole in it, with rotting flesh and black smoke flying everywhere.

Tom hovered in mid-air, waving his wand and unleashing a massive Fiendfyre spell that transformed into a black sea of ​​fire, burning swathes of zombies with incredible efficiency.

Tom will also cast various protective and safeguarding spells to support his other brothers and sisters in danger.

Loki, meanwhile, cast large-scale illusions and frost magic, creating massive ice walls to divide the battlefield or causing the zombies to fight each other. Although the effect was diminished due to the zombies' lack of intelligence, it still greatly relieved the pressure.

Mark, on the other hand, perfectly demonstrated what it means to be a "human weapon".

As a Vitrumian, he possesses terrifying strength and speed; a single punch can shatter a row of zombies, and he can even send a charging zombie flying with a hammer.

The sisters, Baobao and Wei, worked together seamlessly, alternating between explosions and heavy punches to clear out patches of open space amidst the horde of zombies.

Although Ceresa is young, her fighting instincts are amazing, and the little Shiba Inu monster she summoned swung its claws and sent a large number of zombies flying.

Star-Lord, meanwhile, was shooting with his elemental gun while playing upbeat music on his Walkman, as if he were hosting a unique zombie party, appearing completely at ease.

To Captain Carter and other Illuminati members, the terrifying combat power and diverse abilities displayed by these "Fathers of Sorrow" were like a superhero team.

Christine, whose universe was illuminated by the light from the other side, was dumbfounded.

She crept closer to Stephen and asked incredulously in a low voice, "Stephen, these people... are they all Peter's children?"

Stephen observed the battlefield while maintaining a protective magic circle. He nodded upon hearing this: "As far as I know... yes, it's the 'Father's Sorrow Alliance' that belongs exclusively to Patrick."

"Oh My God……!"

Christine felt that her worldview had been greatly shaken.

"Who exactly is this Peter Patrick? How does he have so many children with superpowers?"

Christine felt like she had truly opened her eyes today, not only seeing the Zombie Avengers, but also the even more powerful "Fathers' Sorrow Alliance" that was battling against them.

Stephen glanced at America, who was struggling to stabilize the portal, and whispered to Christine, "Peter, he might be some kind of extremely special multiverse being, like America, or even... more complex."

After explaining to Christine with a complicated expression, Stephen looked at Peter, who was confronting the Black Strange, nodded slightly to Christine, and flew towards Peter.

He has to help Peter fight Doctor Black Strange.

……

Just as the battlefield descended into chaotic fighting, Tom efficiently cleared away the zombies while rapidly analyzing the battlefield with his extraordinary calm mind.

His sharp gaze swept across the ruins and every corner nearby.

Suddenly, his gaze settled on a pile of inconspicuous ruins in the distance.

There was a faint, extremely subtle energy emanating from there, somewhat similar to the dark energy he had sensed before (from the Eclipse), but even more ancient.

Tom moved stealthily, using the chaos of the Fiendfire and zombies as cover, gradually approaching the ruins.

Occasionally, a flying zombie would pounce, but he would easily deal with it with a casual "Divine Strike Without Shadow" or a binding spell.

A few minutes later, Tom arrived at the rubble unnoticed by the other fathers.

He took a deep breath and flicked his wand lightly, "Clean and refreshed!"

The rubble was swept away by an invisible force, revealing what lay beneath—an incredibly thick ancient book with a cover made of an unknown dark metal and a strange, closed-eyed relief eye embedded in its center.

The space around the books was slightly distorted, radiating an unsettling attraction and repulsion.

The Dark Book!

Tom's breathing faltered slightly.

He recognized the book's aura; it perfectly matched the appearance described by Stephen.

After Doctor Strange's death, the Dark Book was obtained and practiced by Stephen, but Stephen obviously did not take it with him and left it here.

Just as a fervent glint flashed in Tom's eyes, and he reached out to touch the forbidden book...

"Get away from that book, boy, it's not something you should touch!"

A deep, hostile shout rang out.

The next second, a figure dressed in a yellow mage's robe appeared behind Tom like a ghost; it was Baron Mordo.

Mordo, who arrived in this universe with the Illuminati, did not participate in the battle against the zombies, but instead remained lurking nearby, clearly sensing the fluctuations of the Dark Book.

Hearing the sound, Tom slowly turned his head to look at Mordo.

Mordo looked at Tom's Hogwarts uniform, which seemed out of place on the battlefield (though it was still neat despite some stains), and his face showed undisguised mockery and suspicion.

“You look like a magician’s apprentice, but the darkness emanating from you is almost overflowing… Although I don’t know who your father from the multiverse is, as the son of someone who seems to be a ‘big shot,’ you don’t look like a ‘good person.’”

As Tom listened to Mordo's sarcastic remarks, the sunny, perfect smile on his face vanished, replaced by a condescending calm.

"good."

Tom's voice was eerily calm. "You're right, I may not be a 'good person' in the traditional sense, but you're wrong about one thing..."

He paused, his tone unusually confident and arrogant: "I am the one who is most like my father."

Before he could finish speaking, Tom launched an attack without warning.

The speed was so fast that it even exceeded Mordo's understanding of "wizards".

Tom didn't chant any spell at all; he just pushed his left hand forward suddenly.

This time, he didn't unleash Hogwarts-style magic, but rather runes originating from the World Tree.

The Ansuz rune lit up instantly, and a pure divine impact slammed into Mordo's hastily erected magical shield.

"Oh!"

Mordo was jolted back a step by the sudden and powerful attack, his shield flashing violently.

Almost simultaneously, Tom pointed his wand at Mordo's feet: "Explosion!"

It was a standard Hogwarts dark magic spell, but when he cast it, the power and range of the explosion far exceeded what was common.

With a deafening roar, Mordo tumbled away in a sorry state, leaving a crater in the ground where he had been standing.

"All petrified!"

Before Mordo could retaliate, Tom unleashed a barrage of spells, switching seamlessly between them.

Mordo swung his scepter to block, and the spell was deflected, but his expression had changed.

Tom's speed, power, and the sheer magic he possessed far exceeded his expectations.

"The flames are blazing!"

Tom swung his wand again, and flames erupted forth.

The flames that were originally heading towards Mordo suddenly transformed midway, turning into even more intense magical flames, displaying an eerie, ghostly blue color, with a higher temperature and the added effect of mental burning.

It appears that after the flames were released, they were amplified by some kind of runic magic.

Mordo's expression changed drastically as he felt a real threat.

The opponent's magical knowledge base was astonishingly vast, and he used each one with unparalleled skill.

Modu, who was forced to retreat, rolled awkwardly on the ground, barely dodging the impact of the flames. Without time to think, he immediately stood up and launched a counterattack.

But whether he uses Seraph's Silk to entwine or Bosat's Lightning to bombard, Tom can always easily neutralize or deflect it with more sophisticated and powerful counter-spells.

Tom seemed to be deliberately displaying his terrifying, all-powerful magician-like talent.

Hogwarts spells, Norse runes, DC universe secrets... he used these spells with ease, forcing Mordo to retreat step by step.

"How can it be?!"

"Modu shouted in a mixture of shock and anger."

His robe was scorched in several places, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he looked utterly disheveled.

Tom shook his head, then seized an opening in Mordo's spellcasting and thrust his wand forward with a sudden burst.

This time, he simultaneously mobilized the power of the runes (Thurisaz, representing impact and breakthrough) and the Hogwarts Shattering Curse.

The two merged into an extremely condensed gray-white energy beam, which instantly pierced through Mordo's protective shield.

"puff--!"

Modu was struck hard, spitting out blood, and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a broken wall in the distance.

Having slid down the wall, Modu was momentarily unable to move.

Tom walked slowly over, looking down at the heavily injured Mordo, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

He then raised his wand and pointed it at Mordo's forehead.

"Once forgotten... all is emptiness."

A soft white light entered Mordo's mind, erasing all his memories of Tom and the Dark Book.

Mordo stared at Tom in disbelief, then his gaze gradually became unfocused, and his head lolled to the side as he completely lost consciousness.

Having done all this, Tom turned around without hesitation and strode to the Dark Book.

He took a deep breath, a mixture of fanaticism and caution flashing in his eyes, and reached out to touch the cover of the Dark Book.

The moment his fingertips touched the pages, the Dark Heart in his pocket suddenly became scalding hot.

The excited and greedy voice of the Sky Eclipse screamed directly into his mind: "This is it! This is the power, the dark knowledge that is older and more profound than mine! Quickly! Learn it! Master it! We will become invincible!"

Tom ignored the Eclipse's clamor and quickly flipped through the Dark Book.

The knowledge in the book flooded into his mind like living things—mad whispers, forbidden rituals, laws that distort reality, secret methods of devouring and plundering…

Countless pieces of dark knowledge assaulted his consciousness.

Knowledge of dark magic that would drive an ordinary person mad or cause them to lose their way seems to have no effect on Tom.

Tom now possesses the smartest mind in history, the most skilled at Occlumency, and whose mind is no longer averse to darkness.

He absorbed this knowledge like a sponge, and quickly organized and understood it.

He could even sense that some unknown potential within him was resonating strangely with this dark knowledge.

In a short time, he had grasped the most basic and core part of the Dark Book—the secrets of absorption and assimilation.

"Quickly, release me! We can have even greater power."

The eclipse urged it on; it couldn't wait to share this power.

Tom finally responded, "No, not you, it's me, I own it."

"what?"

The eclipse was instantly stunned.

The next moment, Tom took the Dark Heart diamond out of his pocket and held it in front of his left eye.

At the same time, he began to circulate his magic power based on the secret techniques of the Dark Book that he had just comprehended.

As the magic flowed, his left pupil instantly turned into a pure, bottomless black, with countless tiny dark runes seemingly rotating within it.

"What...what do you want to do?! Tom Patrick!"

Eclipse's voice instantly shifted from excitement to terror, "No! This isn't right, this isn't releasing me, this isn't merging, this is... plundering, you're going to devour me?! Stop! We can cooperate! I can give you more!"

"cooperate?"

Tom's lips curled into a smile, a smile that was completely different from his usual sunny demeanor.

"To a loser who doesn't even have a physical form and can only seduce people by hiding in pebbles? You're too late. I've seen others who tried to seduce me just like you, a dark lord with ambitions just like yours, but they couldn't give me what I wanted. So can you. But thank you anyway, your power... is mine."

"Do not--!!!"

The eclipse emitted a desperate and venomous shriek.

The power of the Dark Book formed a strong suction force, forcibly drawing out the essence of the Celestial Eclipse from the Heart of Darkness.

The black diamond in the "Heart of Darkness" trembled violently, countless cracks appeared on its surface, and the viscous darkness inside struggled and twisted like a living thing.

Although Eclipse attempted to resist, it was unable to withstand the higher-level power of the Dark Book.

Finally, amidst a silent tearing sound at the soul level, Eclipse's consciousness was completely shattered and devoured.

All the dark energy and its origin were forcibly absorbed into Tom's left eye.

The Heart of Darkness diamond itself lost all its luster, transforming into a pure, crystalline dark energy, like a miniature black tattoo, imprinted deep within Tom's left pupil, slowly rotating before finally disappearing.

Tom slowly lowered his hand and closed his eyes.

He could feel a vast and cold dark power belonging to the Eclipse flowing through his body, which was quickly assimilated into his essence.

His magic surged at an unprecedented rate, his mental perception expanded exponentially, and he could even vaguely sense the most subtle negative emotional fluctuations in the hearts of everyone on the battlefield.

After a while, Tom opened his eyes. The color of his left pupil seemed to be darker than that of his right eye, and a tiny dark crystal could be vaguely seen floating in it.

An indescribable aura emanated from him.

Tom glanced at the Dark Heart remnant in his hand, which had turned into ordinary scrap stone, and casually crushed it into powder.

Then, his gaze fell upon the core of the fierce battle in the distance—Black Strange and Peter.

"Whoosh!"

The next moment, Tom flew toward Peter with lightning speed.

the other side.

When Peter saw Mordred rush out first, shouting "For Father!", he almost couldn't catch his breath, and the divine barrier even shook.

Immediately afterwards, Peter saw Clark, Tom, Ceressa, Loki, Mark, Booboo, Vi... all the farm kids rushed out.

What's happening here? !

Stephen Strange actually brought his entire army of children?!

Peter stared in disbelief as the fathers battled the zombies.

Mark and the zombie Captain America were locked in a fierce fight, their punches landing with loud bangs; Mordred was hacking at the zombie Hulk, yelling something as she did so...

Peter let out a deep breath; his feelings were a little complicated.

On the one hand, seeing how energetic the children were, a sense of pride, like that of a father, welled up within me.

On the other hand, he was also worried that the group of unruly children might get hurt.

What if I get bitten and turn into a zombie?
Think of the zombie Clark, the zombie Mordred
The whole person is not well.

Just as Peter was lost in thought, the Black Strange, who was hovering in mid-air and confronting him, also noticed this group of "reinforcements" with a completely different style who had suddenly barged into the battlefield.

Black Strange was also somewhat bewildered.

"Is this...is this also one of your 'unconventional spells,' Peter Patrick?"

Hei Qiyi asked in disbelief.

Did Peter summon an army of Avengers zombies, or did Peter summon an even more powerful army of superheroes?

"Unconventional spells?"

Peter paused for a moment, then shook his head. "This is my standard procedure. Didn't Stephen tell you? Sometimes messing with a father means facing 'trouble' from his entire family."

"They are my legion—the Fathers' Sorrow Alliance."

(End of this chapter)