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

Chapter 976 The Fear and Shock of the Farm's Fathers

Somewhat bewildered, he glanced at the mess on the ground.

The monster that had been melted by Excalibur had completely vanished, leaving only three teenagers still breathing on the ground.

He swayed slightly and instinctively grabbed the only remaining wreckage of the door frame next to him.

Mordred remained frozen in place, as if petrified.

Her small body trembled slightly, her shocked gaze fixed on the spot where Peter had just stood.

All that remained was air and drifting dust.

The immense cognitive shock struck her young mind like a tsunami, leaving her unable to react.

"Motty, are you alright?"

Worried that Xiao Mo might be hurt, Peter quickly came over to check on her.

Little Mordred seemed to be startled awake by Peter's footsteps, her empty golden pupils suddenly focusing and landing on Peter.

When she saw Peter's familiar face, a tremendous surge of grievance, fear, and incomprehensible shock erupted like a flood bursting its banks.

"Wow!!!"

A heart-wrenching wail, as if it were crying out all the fear and confusion, suddenly rang out.

Mordred's small body burst forth with astonishing strength, and she slammed into Peter's arms.

Peter was knocked back a step, paused for a moment, then opened his arms and hugged the small body covered in dust and blood tightly.

Peter pulled his arms together, using the warmth and strength of his body to dispel all her fear and coldness.

He could clearly feel the small body in his arms convulsing violently, and scalding tears instantly soaked through his clothes.

“It’s alright… Morty… It’s alright… Daddy’s here.”

Peter gently patted Mo's heaving back, saying, "Daddy's here. No one can hurt you anymore."

Xiao Mo tightly gripped Peter's tear-soaked shirt, her small fingers turning white from the force.

Comforted by Peter, Xiao Mo's sobs gradually turned into suppressed whimpers, and her emotions gradually calmed down.

Peter lowered his head, his chin resting gently on Mo's sweaty forehead.

While feeling sorry for his daughter, he was also somewhat puzzled.

How did I just release the "curry stick"?

He doesn't even remember how he did it.

Is it only in extreme anger that one can unlock the use of the "curry stick"?

Peter fell into deep thought.

"Father!"

Just as Peter was lost in thought, Mordred looked up at him and asked.

Her eyes burned with an intense intensity, as if she were eager to confirm something; her voice suddenly rose, carrying the persistence and excitement unique to children.

"I see it, I see it, that crown! So bright, so bright! Like...like it's made of the sun! And that sword! Golden! It...it's called...is it called—"

Xiao Mo's breathing quickened, and her golden pupils shone brightly with extreme excitement.

Mordred tried hard to recall that holy name that resounded through his soul, cleansing all filth, that call that existed only in the oldest knightly legends and the depths of his bloodline!

"Excalibur!"

She finally cried out, with a pilgrim-like devotion and absolute certainty, "It's Excalibur! Isn't it?! Father! You are...you are King Arthur!"

Peter: "."

He felt it was best not to become King Arthur, otherwise he would definitely get stabbed by this brat.

"cough"

Peter coughed and said to her, "Daddy isn't King Arthur, Daddy is the King of the Farm!"

"Farm King?"

Little Mordred repeated the name, then buried her face deeply in her father's warm and familiar neck, breathing in his pleasant scent.

That radiant crown, that holy sword that could tear the heavens and earth apart, Father Arthur…
These astonishing phenomena, like the most dazzling Halloween fireworks, exploded in her young mind, leaving an indelible mark.

the other side.

Jane stood a few steps away, watching the father and daughter embracing tightly, and then looked at the huge, smooth, mirror-like fan-shaped annihilation mark at the end of the living room, emitting a faint white incandescent light.

She quietly put away the Meow Hammer that Peter had entrusted to her for safekeeping.

Peter's attack just now left her speechless.

Is this the terrifying power of a doting father unleashed at full strength?

Wei stood outside the door, also looking dazed.

Her gaze swept across the messy living room: shattered furniture, huge holes in the walls, and scattered fragments of objects.

Then, her gaze was drawn to the terrifying trail that ran through the farmhouse and stretched into the distance, as if by a magnet.

Her mouth was slightly open, her muscles were tense, and she even paused for a moment.

On the other side, Star-Lord's eyes were wide open, and his chin almost hit his feet.

He desperately wanted to ask his father if the house had been bombarded by the Star Destroyer's main guns. Ceresia stood a little behind, moonlight shining on her pale face.

Her perception was far more acute than that of ordinary people.

The air contains not only destructive energy, but also a lingering sense of purification.

A pure sense of holiness that washes away all darkness, filth, and distortion.

She looked at Peter holding Little Mo, then at the annihilation band, her brows furrowing slightly, a thoughtful glint in her eyes.

How many secrets is Dad hiding?

It can even fire light cannons!
Horus's figure appeared further away.

He didn't squeeze through the doorway; beneath his power armor helmet, his gaze pierced through the smoke and dust, landing on the massive fan-shaped annihilation band.

Horus's gaze was like the most precise scanner, analyzing the perfectly smooth cut surface and the residual high-temperature energy field.

Then, a very faint, almost imperceptible inhale came from inside his helmet.

As the Primarch, once one of the Emperor's most powerful war avatars, Horus understood the level of power this represented better than anyone else.

It is a power powerful enough to decide the fate of a planet with a single blow!

The look in his eyes as he gazed at Peter carried an unprecedented, almost religious solemnity and certainty.

really!

The Emperor Father is the most powerful god in the world!
Only the Emperor Father could unleash such power, right?!
Mark, standing at the back of the crowd, took a deep breath upon seeing this scene.

After a moment of stunned silence, he wanted to ask Peter how he had done it.

But seeing that everyone around him was silent, he felt too embarrassed to ask.

If I master this technique, I might become even stronger if I go to the Vitrum's planet.

Mark couldn't help but let his mind wander.

Ah Zu was the last to arrive. He hovered in mid-air, his face still gloomy and unpleasant from cleaning the farm.

When he saw the huge breach in the farmhouse and the shocking traces of destruction inside, his impatient expression froze instantly, then turned into incredulous astonishment and a hint of offended rage.

"Who?! Who did this?! Who demolished my farm?!"

Azu roared as he landed, his crimson gaze dangerously focused as he surveyed the chaotic scene before finally settling on Peter.

Upon seeing Peter's hostile gaze, Azu's roar immediately ceased.

Ah Zu realized that the demolition of the farm must be related to his father.

His super senses quickly detected the faint yet incredibly clear energy remaining in the air.

That was a kind of energy that was... pure to the extreme.

It seems to be an essential force, originating from the very beginning of the universe.

Even the power he was so proud of as a "god among men" felt insignificant and suffocating.

The most intense source of that power was Peter, who was holding his daughter.

Azu was somewhat stunned.

When did my dad become so amazing?!
I feel like I'm getting further and further away from my dad's position. How am I going to take over in the future?

A sense of crisis rose in Azu's heart.

Peter, unaware of the various thoughts running through the children's minds, suddenly remembered something and asked little Mordred, "Where's Raven?"

At this moment, Riven, who had been pulled into the void by Savin, was engaged in a fierce battle with her opponent.

Savin's deep, earth-shaking voice echoed, and the moment the last syllable fell, his withered, vine-like fingers clenched forward sharply.

"boom!"

A bottomless, pitch-black vortex appeared out of nowhere, carrying a terrifying suction force that could devour everything.

The center of the vortex is not a physical pit, but rather a place where the most primal forces of nature surge.

The roots of corruption, intertwined with desperate cries, attacked her.

Raven immediately retaliated, her deep purple magic erupting from her body like a volcano in response to an emergency.

The spells she cast were no longer the ones learned in Hogwarts classrooms, but rather the primal dark power originating from the depths of her blood, belonging to a half-demon.

The energy of the amethyst swirled and condensed rapidly around her, transforming into layers of hard energy crystal walls.

The terrifying suction force of the pitch-black vortex slammed violently into the purple crystal wall.

Two equally profound yet fundamentally different dark forces collide and erode each other.

A piercing sound, like glass shattering under immense pressure, echoed through the space.

The runes on the crystal surface flashed wildly, groaning under the strain, and fine cracks spread rapidly like a spider web.

"You are nature, and I, who will inherit my father's farm in the future, am also nature!"
Raven roared, clenching her teeth. An unnatural flush rose on her pale face from the rapid output of magic, and an indomitable flame burned in her deep purple eyes.

Then she suddenly pointed her wand diagonally upwards, and the tip of the wand burst out with a dazzling purple light.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A beam of pale green light, condensed to its extreme and exuding a pure aura of death, tore through the vortex's suction and shot towards Savin's face in an instant.

(End of this chapter)