American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

The energy beam brushed past Sarafiel's hair and shot into the rock wall behind him, and the exploded debris left a bloody mark on his cheek.

Old wolf

He was blown away by the terrifying shock wave generated by the artillery fire and smashed heavily on a broken tree trunk like a torn sack. The blood instantly dyed his gray fur red. He let out a shrill wail and was no longer able to stand up.

"Big Gray!"

Stumbling towards the dying old wolf, Sarafiel's palm, the soft white light that could heal everything, instantly lit up, just as it was about to touch the blood-stained fur...

But the huge, cold and ruthless metal legs had already cast a shadow of death, covering him and the gray wolf like a mountain!

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At this moment, it is infinitely stretched and solidified.

Sarafiel was stunned.

He saw sika deer being thrown overboard by the blast, brown bears limping but still trying to hit the metal joints, and squirrels clutching pine cones hurling themselves in vain at the armor.

The shadows were also boiling like ink, and the voice was filled with extreme anger and mockery:

"Brother! How long are you going to endure this!!!"

As the roar exploded like thunder in the depths of his soul, countless deliberately forgotten memories, along with the desperate wails of the animals, poured into Sarafiel's mind like a flood breaking through a dam.

The raven whose wings he healed when he was three years old was eventually shot down by a hunting rifle one evening. The fish he released last spring, which swam happily in the stream, turned white in the belly a few days later and floated in the stinking sewage outlet discharged by the town's chemical plant.

At this moment, the old wolf's breath, which was almost faint in his arms, was like a steel needle, piercing his young heart fiercely, bringing a tearing pain...

The barrel lit up again.

A golden light flashed between Sarafiel's drooping black hair.

And when he raised his head again, his left eye, which was originally as clear as the starry sky, was flashing with molten gold light.

The last ray of sunset was swallowed by the surging black fog.

The forest is filled with the whispers of an ancient language!

"Brother—"

"Speak our names!"

"The Innate Holy Spirit, the only true dragon!"

"Mouth of fire, eyes of light!"

"King of all beasts, ruler of the world!"

“This is—!”

"Holy Lord!"

Chapter 81 The City of Gods

Sarafiel actually...

I had long sensed that this day would eventually come.

Since he was three years old, he naively discovered that he could not only communicate with animals, but also clearly hear the shadow lurking deep in his own consciousness -

Another whisper of 'myself' began.

That he...

As cold and gloomy as a venomous snake's nest, as violent as uncontrolled magma, his words were filled with twisted deception and icy cunning...

Day after day, year after year, she tempted him and begged him all the time, hoping that she could walk with him on the so-called "right path"

Sarafiel didn't like it because his father once said:

Your life is determined by yourself and cannot be influenced by external factors. Sarafil, do whatever you want.

You were born free.

But then again

The greatest paradox lies in the shadow that keeps whispering, the existence full of desire for destruction, the other will that calls him brother...

It’s him too!

It's an innate part of him!

Then...

Can he decide his own life?

Sarafir didn't know the ultimate answer to this question.

But at this moment, as the old wolf's warm blood soaked his fingertips, as the animals' desperate cries tore at his heart, as the cold muzzle of the gun once again locked onto his soul...

He must stop! He must protect! No matter what the cost!

"The capital of God."

"Help."

It seems like a call of fate, or a helpless ultimatum, this name, that request

Finally it came out of his mouth.

There is no excitement, no hesitation, only a calmness after the dust has settled.

Follow

It's an innate instinct that is instantly activated!

He raised his right hand very naturally, and his small index finger lightly stroked the air seemingly casually.

“Wow——!!!”

The space was like the most fragile silk, torn apart by an invisible finger that possessed absolute authority!

A pitch-black crack with an ominous black and purple electric light flashing on the edge suddenly opened silently in the air!

Violent spatial turbulence roared out from it, instantly creating a hurricane!

"hold head high--!!!"

Dragon's roar! Shakes the universe!

It wasn't even the roar of a single dragon, but the combined roar of several ancient behemoths!

Three or four dark yellow Eastern dragons roared out from the cracks, their scales gleaming with a metallic sheen, their whiskers whiplike, their claws like hooks! The ancient, vast, and extremely violent pressure was like a literal tsunami, instantly submerging the entire forest and leaving the surviving animals trembling with suffocation!

The mechanical monster's scarlet rays flashed wildly, emitting intermittent electronic sounds:

"Alarm. Energy fluctuation. Unable to analyze."

It tried to raise its robotic arm to fight back, but the dragon shadow's speed was beyond the limit of observation by the naked eye!

A dragon roared, gnawing at its copper and iron head, its sharp teeth sinking deep into its body, and golden fire burst out!

Another dragon coiled up and bound him, his armor cracking so hard it was about to break!

Another dragon bit and threw its iron arm, destroying a huge tree in the distant forest!!!

Under the absolute power of Dragon Shadow, the mechanical monster could only struggle in vain.

The green light on his chest flickered rapidly, flickering unsteadily like a candle in the wind.

Even though it suddenly launched a high-speed rotating cutting saw, slicing the dragon shadow madly,

The blade, however, was like cutting through smoke, with no effect.

Watching this crushing destruction indifferently, Sarafiel's black hair flew wildly in the raging energy storm. In the vertical pupil of his left eye, which was burning with molten gold fire, there was not the slightest emotion fluctuation, only an almost divine indifference that looked down on ants!

"go."

He didn't say anything extra, but just used the hand that had just torn through space to gently wave it as if to drive away mosquitoes and flies.

next moment.

"Roar!"

The dragon shadows seemed to have received the king's supreme decree!

The entangled dragon body burst out with even more terrifying power, and the biting dragon mouth suddenly exerted force!

"boom!"

Amid the hair-raising sounds of broken metal and energy short circuits, the gigantic mechanical monster was forcibly pulled from the ground and irresistibly dragged by the hungry dragons towards the space crack that exuded an ominous aura!

"K...I...will...come...back..."

The body made a sharp cracking sound and intermittent electronic roars, which was its last struggle.

"Roar--!!!"

The dragon roars again, announcing the end!

The next second, the remains of the mechanical monster were completely dragged into the bottomless dark crack!

"Buzz!"

The crack suddenly closed! As if it had never appeared, the space instantly returned to normal.

Dead silence.

Absolute silence fell instantly.

Only shocking devastation remained in the forest.

Broken and fallen giant trees, charred and smoking deep pits, and metal fragments scattered on the ground.

That familiar voice rang in his ears again, with an almost fanatical joy of having achieved what he wanted:

"Look, dear brother..."

"Feel this power! This is our birthright! This is how we should behave!"

"Even if the divine power is gone, we are still strong!"

Sarafiel remained silent.

He did not respond to the passionate whispers, nor did he look at the shivering animals around him.

He just slowly lowered his head and spread out his right hand.

On the white fingertips, wisps of extremely light but lingering black mist swirled and circled like living things, silently telling us that everything that had just happened was not an illusion.

A huge feeling of fatigue and indescribable loneliness instantly gripped him.

Dad...Brother Clark...Brother Dio...

he…

Suddenly I want to go home.

-

The lights in the farm cottage seemed particularly warm in the deepening night, but no one touched the food on the table that had already gone cold.

Locke stood by the window, his brow furrowed, his knuckles tapping unconsciously on the window frame.

Outside the window, dark clouds were rolling, and occasionally a few silent lightning flashed, like some kind of ominous omen.

"Something's wrong."

He whispered, a rare hint of anxiety in his voice, "Sarafil would never be out this late."

Dio leaned against the door, the book in his hand already closed, his scarlet eyes slightly narrowed, his sharp gaze sweeping towards the forest in the distance.

"Uncle." Clark had already stood up, his muscles tense, his blue eyes flickering with anxiety: "No matter how late he plays, he will always come home before sunset..."

The three of them were silent for a moment.

"Dio, Clark." Locke suddenly spoke in a firm voice.

"Ah."

The two responded at the same time. Without further ado, they understood what Locke meant.

Dio snorted coldly and threw the book on the sofa. The "world" was looming behind him. Clark took a deep breath, and the muscles under his shirt were slightly tensed, ready to rush out at any time.

"boom!"