American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 231 Killing Martha

fear,

The witch Lana swore she had never seen such terrifying and immense magical energy.

The surging, rolling magical energy was like a vast ocean, or as boundless as the universe.

In a mere instant, one can kill oneself.

The witch didn't want to die; she wanted to live.

But the anger in my heart burned fiercely like a lit straw.

Her two best sisters died at Gino's hands.

It means complete extinction.

The golden magic erased the magical energy hidden within Louise and Chloe, making them unable to be resurrected.

"I."

Standing on the edge of a steep cliff, a resolute glint flashed in the eyes of the witch Lana.

Her sisters were dead, and facing an enemy like Gino, she knew she couldn't escape for long.

The woman drew a strangely shaped dagger from her waist. She slowly closed her eyes and murmured, "Great Lord of Hell, hear my plea..."

As he swung the dagger in his hand and cut his palm, a surge of magical energy roared out of his body.

"what!"

Lana let out a painful scream.

The deep purple magic within his body seemed to consciously construct a dark six-pointed star pattern, which was then poured into it like a sacrifice.

A faint voice echoed in the air: "With my blood, I will sacrifice the gates of hell!"

"Thump!"

Seemingly dizzy from the magical shock, Lana tilted her head and fell headfirst towards the cliff.

Hundreds of meters below are towering peaks and rugged, strangely shaped rocks.

"Snapped!"

An arm gently held the unconscious girl's ankle.

Then, like holding a chick upside down, they pulled the girl back onto the cliff.

"We made it!"

Clark lifted Lana into his arms in a princess carry, a smile on his face: "It's all over."

"it's over?"

My friend's voice came from behind me.

Gino waved his hand to close the magically constructed portal, sniffed lightly, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth: "Clark, I don't think things are that simple."

"That damned witch made a sacrifice to something before she died."

"You'd better pray that thing isn't something terrible."

....

England.

London.

The streets are bustling with traffic, and the lights are sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

Living in this bustling city, everyone is living a life of constant tension, like a tightly screwed-on cog in a machine.

"Bang!"

A car that was too close suddenly crashed into the rear of the car in front.

"Shit!"

Faced with the sudden traffic accident, the woman pushed open the car door and got out, cursing as she did so.

"Hey, why are you so close to my car?"

She walked toward the car behind, and the driver of the car behind opened the car door at the same time.

A figure stepped out of the driver's seat.

The streetlights illuminated the gray outline, revealing a ferocious-looking, tall monster.

Like the demons described in the Bible, the monster brandished its claws and approached the woman step by step.

"No, no!"

Faced with the terrifying monster, the woman turned and ran back to her car.

She slammed the car door shut and turned on the accelerator, sending the car hurtling into the distance.

Everything has changed!

Outside the car window, on the roadside, inside the car.

These people all turned into terrifying and hideous monsters.

They roared as they approached him.

"Aaaaaah!"

The woman screamed and jerked the steering wheel.

The car hurtled like an arrow, smashing into one demon after another, and carrying the woman away into the distance.

"Sizzle~"

From above, the image appears to flicker.

The car driven by the woman sped along the road like a wild elephant, sending pedestrians flying with a crash, the immense inertia lifting them several meters before they slammed heavily onto the road.

"That madman!"

"Stop her quickly!"

"Call the police!"

People were cursing, but the car didn't slow down and drove straight toward the old woman who was walking unsteadily at the corner of the road.

"Bang!"

Just as the car was about to hit the old man, a figure suddenly appeared from the sky.

With her long, black hair fluttering in the wind, Diana stopped the out-of-control car with a cold expression.

"Bang!"

Diana's fist, adorned with the Bracelet of Divine Power, shattered the engine, and she ripped open the car door.

"Oh my god, it's Wonder Woman!"

To Diana's surprise, the woman seemed very happy to see her and excitedly opened her arms to rush into the heroine's embrace.

"Help me, Wonder Woman!"

"Save what?" Diana frowned in displeasure. This woman had injured dozens of people in her car accident; perhaps she was mentally ill?

"Demons!" Tears streamed down the woman's face as she pointed around in terror. "Can't you see? These are all demons!"

"demon?"

Diana stared strangely at the terrified crowd around her, then looked down at the woman in her arms.

Who is the devil?

.....

Who is the devil?

"Bang!"

"Stop joking!"

A suppressed roar echoed from Kent Farm.

Inside the two-story building,

In the living room, Jonathan held his double-barreled shotgun tightly, staring menacingly at the creature lying on the floor.

The monster had grotesque, unevenly sized eyes, and its bloated, rotting, blood-red head was covered with eerie, slippery, scarlet tentacles that swayed.

"Jonathan, what are you doing? I'm Martha, your wife!"

Martha stared at Jonathan in disbelief at the dark muzzle of the gun, wondering why he didn't recognize her when she returned after only being gone for a short while.

"Shut up!" Jonathan roared, his heart filled with the pain of losing his wife. His finger gripped the trigger. "What did you do to my wife?"

"Jonathan..."

Martha looked sorrowful, but the only response she received was the sound of a trigger being pulled.

"Bang!"

Several lead bullets, emitting smoke, whistled as they hurtled towards Martha.

Whoosh!

Like a gust of wind, Clark appeared out of nowhere, standing in front of Martha and shielding her from the deadly bullet.

The bullets struck the steel body, sending sparks flying. Clark, utterly shocked, snatched the shotgun from Jonathan's hand: "Father, what are you doing?!"

He simply couldn't believe that Jonathan would actually shoot Martha.

"Get out of the way, Clark!" Jonathan frowned, his expression serious. He rushed forward to push Clark aside, but the big boy held his shoulders firmly and he couldn't move an inch.

Jonathan exclaimed anxiously, "You're protecting the devil!"

"A demon?" Clark glanced back at Martha, whose eyes were filled with tears, but his mind was filled with Gino's earlier words, and he also looked at Jonathan's behavior...

A shadow fell over his resolute face.

....

Gotham City.

On the edge of a concrete building, which was not yet under construction, a blonde woman with a haggard face stood.

The night breeze blew through her long hair, lifting the hospital gowns commonly seen in hospitals.

She stared in horror at the creature in the swaddling clothes.

"I."

Looking at the tiny, large-eyed creature with countless ugly and terrifying tentacles, the woman cried out in despair, "I have given birth to a demon!"

"A hideous demon!"

(End of this chapter)