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

Chapter 959: Killing the Father with One Sword! This is the real father worry!
Visions of pain and despair tore through Peter's consciousness.

The setting sun melts gold, and blood dyes the wasteland.

The blond king fell to one knee, the sword piercing deep into her abdomen, pinning her to the charred earth.

It was not that she was unable to hold on. Instead, she used up the last of her divinity, gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, and wedged it into the ground like a pillar of oath.

The golden hair fell down, stained with dust and blood.

"My kingdom...will this be the end...?"

The whispers drifted away in the wind, carrying with them endless desolation and unwillingness.

Then her figure began to blur and disintegrate in the halo of the setting sun, turning into countless tiny pieces of golden light dust, like dandelion seeds blown away by the wind, silently disappearing in the wind.

The knight who had thrust the sword into her body now fell to his knees in exhaustion.

The heavy sword hit the gravel with a clang, and the crisp metal sound echoing in the dead silence of the wasteland seemed particularly harsh.

“Father…Father…!”

The knight's heart-wrenching roar broke through his throat, carrying with it the regret and despair that destroyed everything, and echoed in the empty sky and earth.

Suddenly!

Peter's eyes snapped open.

His chest heaved violently, and cold sweat soaked his cotton pajamas, which stuck to his back and brought a chill.

His vision was out of focus for a moment before Peter slowly focused on the familiar wooden beam ceiling above his head.

Outside the window, the unique atmosphere of Patrick Farm wafts in the air.

Mixed with the heavy smell of moist earth, the sweet smell of freshly cut grass, and the faint scent of livestock coming from the distant cowshed, this vibrant and stable smell formed an absurd and strong contrast with the strong smell of blood and rust in his dream.

Although he was not the one pierced, at that moment, Peter truly felt the excruciating pain of the cold metal tearing his flesh and burning his internal organs.

Peter raised his hand to his nose in confusion.

The nightmare was so real that he could even feel the lingering, disgusting fishy smell lingering between his fingers.

It was obviously not me who was stabbed, so why was I feeling pain?
Peter sat up, the image in his dream as clear as a brand.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity gripped him.

"Wait... this scene..."

Peter rubbed his swollen temples, and a picture from deep in his memory emerged, "Battle of Camlann? Battle of Camlann!"

He remembered.

In the dim exhibition hall of the History Museum, he once stood for a long time in front of a huge oil painting depicting that legendary battle.

The Battle of Camlan, the end of King Arthur's legend.

The seriously injured Knight Gawain of the Round Table died at the hands of Mordred. In the end, King Arthur killed the rebellious Mordred, but he himself was also mortally wounded and his soul returned to Avalon.

And the Mordred who started the rebellion and stabbed his own king with a sword... was none other than King Arthur's son!

"King Arthur... Mordred..."

Peter whispered the two heavy names.

A chill ran down my spine.

Why? Why did he dream about them?
What's even weirder is that King Arthur and Mordred in the dream are clearly female! The heroic blond king, and the knight under the armor who is obviously a woman.

"The Knight King of the Type-Moon World...Altria Pendragon?"

Peter stroked the stubble on his chin and fell into deep thought.

The image of the young girl knight in a blue dress, widely known as "Saber", has an influence that even surpasses the legendary male King Arthur in some aspects?

If... if this dream is a sign, indicating that the next person to join his "Father's Alliance" will be Mordred...

Thinking of this, Peter felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

Other "father-sorrowful" Avengers, whether it is Riven, Azu or Horus, although they have many conflicts with their fathers, most of them have their reasons and are not simply out of malicious betrayal.

And Mordred?
This man is an example of a "father-worried" person who actually and openly raised the banner of rebellion and personally stabbed the sword into his own father's body!
Whether in the Type-Moon setting or in mythology and legends, the birth of Mordred is full of tragedy.

She is a man-made being created by magic by King Arthur's sister Morgan, a pure political tool.

She longed for her father's recognition, but was always regarded as "non-human" by Altria.

When the cold words "You can't inherit Britain" completely denied the meaning of her existence, revenge became the only way she could grasp to prove herself.

What if... What if Mordred really became his daughter or son.

Peter shuddered.

If this child took a fancy to his farm and he refused to hand over the inheritance... would the blood-stained sword of rebellion be stabbed at him without hesitation?
A deep sadness came over Peter.

He now fully understands the difficulties faced by ancient emperors.

There are too many children, and each of them is extraordinary. Should I choose a crown prince?

It's like walking a fucking tightrope!
If you are not careful, there will be bloody storm.

He looked out the window at the dark night. In the endless darkness there were only a few lights from the farmhouses.

Peter sighed long and silently. Compared with these tangled "family affairs", he would rather fight a few more tough battles with the cosmic tyrants like Darkseid and Anti-Monitor who were destroying the world.

At least that only required pure fists and strength.

The next day, early in the morning.

The faint morning light shines through the kitchen lattice window, painting the wooden dining table with a warm light golden hue.

The air is filled with the aroma of freshly baked bread, the sizzling oil of frying bacon, and the mellow scent of perfectly brewed coffee.

A day on the farm begins with the clatter of pots and pans.

Peter sat at the main seat, mechanically poking the fried eggs on the plate with his fork, not even noticing the golden yolk flowing out.

Mordred's face, filled with determination and hatred in his dream, could not be erased from his mind.

"Dad, are you okay?"

Riven, who was sitting next to him, keenly noticed her father's abnormality, put down the cup of milk, and her clear blue eyes were full of worry.

"Dad, you don't look well... Did you have any hidden injuries from the previous battle with Darkseid and the Anti-Monitor?"

Her small brows furrowed slightly.

"Wound?"

Peter was stunned for a moment, then forced a helpless smile and shook his head, "No, baby, I'm very strong. Instead of worrying about me, you should ask Clark."

He turned to Clark, who was wearing a plaid shirt and looked particularly gentle and reserved, on the other side of the table. "Clark, your body has been invaded by the power of Apokolips, and you have become the god of power. Are you really okay now? If you feel anything is wrong, you must speak up."

He was now more worried that Clark's forcible bearing of that level of divine power would leave hidden dangers.

"I'm fine, Godfather."

Clark looked up, gave a reassuring smile, and pushed his glasses up on his nose.

"Really, after the power faded, I felt... very relaxed. At least for now, I haven't noticed any negative effects."

"That's good, John, what about you?"

Peter's gaze turned to A-Zu, who was sitting opposite Clark, with an obviously more casual and even somewhat ostentatious attitude.

The power of the six gods in A-Zu's body had just been extracted by Grayer not long ago, and Peter was also worried that this would have an impact on his body.

"Me? It couldn't be better!"

Ah Zu took a big bite of the bread covered with peanut butter and said vaguely but in a relaxed tone, "My power was taken away? Ha, I don't care at all! I don't want to become that high and mighty, cold so-called 'god'. It's just right to have it taken away like this, I feel relieved! And..."

There was a barely perceptible gleam in his eyes, "I feel as if... there is another power surging in my body, purer than before, more... belonging to me."

A-Zu shrugged, looking nonchalant.

"Horus?"

Peter's gaze finally fell on Horus, who was eating quietly.

This child once merged with the Death Walker and at one point became the concept of death itself.

Horus put down his knife and fork and wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, his movements showing a calmness beyond his age.

"It's fine with me, Emperor Dad."

His voice was calm and still. "When the Death Walker was stripped from my body, I did have a moment of intense confusion. That feeling... was like falling into an icy deep ocean. Countless scenes of death, both strange and familiar, flashed before my eyes."

He paused, and looked at Peter with his golden eyes, "Also, I saw a being...who should be very familiar to you."

"Someone I know?"

Peter raised his eyebrows, a surprised expression on his face, "Who is it?"

"She is your second sister...or rather, the sister of the Sleep Demon - Death."

Horus clearly uttered the name that represents the ultimate.

"die……"

Peter repeated the name in a low voice.

Only after Horus reminded him did he suddenly realize it.

When everyone joined forces to fight against Darkseid and the Anti-Monitor and the Earth was in danger, the members of the Infinite Family - especially Death, who represented the end, never showed up throughout the whole process.

Although they have always been aloof and almost "Buddhist", they would stand idly by when the balance of the entire universe was threatened?
This Buddhist approach is a bit too much.

Do you believe that Peter can handle it?
Or... is there another reason?
Peter picked up the coffee cup, the hot steam blurred his face, and he sipped the bitter liquid while falling into deeper thought.

The good mood of the day is gone!

Shortly after breakfast, the sound of TV news broadcast came from the living room.

Peter leaned back in the old sofa, pressing the remote control absentmindedly.

On the screen, almost all news channels were broadcasting follow-up reports on the "Demon-like Invasion" incident.

The media, unaware of the truth, attributed the eventual resolution of the disaster to the heroic fighting of Superman and Homelander.

The stunning footage of Clark and A-Zu fighting side by side in the smoke, captured by Lois Lane at the risk of her life, was repeatedly quoted and broadcast by major media outlets, becoming an iconic image of this "human victory."

(End of this chapter)