American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers! - Chapter 966: The Artificial Man Mordred's IQ Suddenly Drops

Peter put down the book on British magic that he had borrowed from Zatanna.

In order to master the use of the Sword of Promised Victory, Peter has been studying the magic of ancient Britain these past two days, in addition to teaching the talented Mordred swordsmanship.

Merlin exists in the DC world, and Peter is planning to go to England in two days to see if he can find Merlin, the legendary wizard, and study the use of the holy sword.

Taking a deep breath, Peter walked to the window and looked outside.

Besides, I have already dealt with Sean's body.

As he was deep in thought, a drizzle began to fall from the sky.

The night in the small town of Moville was disturbed by a sudden rainstorm.

The big raindrops hit the roof and windows violently. The wet and cold wind howled in the streets, tearing the halo of the street lamps into pieces.

Peter's friend, Sheriff Chandler, was the first to open the car door, and the rain instantly wet the brim of his hat and uniform.

He frowned, one hand on the pistol at his waist, and raised a high-intensity flashlight with the other hand. The beam of light penetrated the dense rain curtain and shone directly at the dark front door of the house.

The door was ajar, swaying slightly in the wind and rain, making a teeth-grinding creaking sound.

He was on patrol more than ten minutes ago when he received a call. Neighbors nearby claimed to have heard continuous and sharp screams coming from Glig's house and suspected that criminals had attacked Glig's house.

Chandler spoke in a low and tense voice to the equally nervous young police officer Bobby and the senior policewoman Emily behind him, "The situation is unclear. There may be intruders, or...someone inside may be in trouble. Emily, you and I will go in. Bobby, guard the door and call for backup and an ambulance, but no one is allowed to come in without my order!"

The three of them walked on the slippery steps, and the sound of their boots clicking on the puddles was particularly clear in the dead silence of the rainy night.

Chandler took a deep breath and pushed open the half-closed door.

Suddenly an indescribable smell hit me in the face, mixed with the damp smell of rain, so strong that it was suffocating.

The beam of a powerful flashlight pierced the darkness of the hallway.

Everything seems too neat.

No, not neat and tidy, but a creepy, dead silence after being deliberately "covered".

Dust was flying in the beam of light, but the ground and furniture were covered with a thick layer of grayish-white substance.

Officer Emily covered her mouth and nose, resisting the urge to vomit.

Chandler's heart sank, and the flashlight beam cautiously swept deeper into the living room.

The trajectory of the moving light beam illuminated more strange gray-white matter.

They are no longer a thin layer, but have become thick rope-like structures, hanging from the ceiling, winding around the sofa, coffee table and TV cabinet, turning the entire living room into a huge nest.

There was a lounge chair and a head-splitting "cocoon" standing there.

A human-shaped cocoon wrapped in countless layers of thick and sticky gray-white "spider silk"!

The cocoon was suspended in mid-air, with several "spider silks" as thick as an adult's arms hanging from the ceiling, firmly fixing it.

The surface of the cocoon is not static. Under the light of the flashlight, you can vaguely see tiny, living-like movements.

He saw a face that belonged to a middle-aged woman.

The woman's eyes were wide open, her pupils dilated to the limit due to extreme fear and suffocation, almost occupying the entire whites of her eyes, and her mouth was opened wide at an angle that was the limit of a human jaw, forming a silent screaming posture.

The grayish-white sticky "spider silk" covered her mouth and nose like melted wax.

A few strands even found their way into her wide-open mouth and solidified inside.

The edges of the holes were black and slightly concave, as if they had been gnawed by countless corrosive mouthparts.

The most deadly part was her chest, where the "spider silk" cocoon was dyed dark brown.

An irregular hole the size of a bowl penetrated the cocoon shell and her chest cavity, with torn muscle tissue and broken ribs on the edges.

The heart, lungs... seemed to have been hollowed out by something.

"vomit--!"

Young policewoman Emily couldn't bear it any longer.

The strong visual impact and the mixed stench directly overwhelmed her stomach.

She turned abruptly and rushed out of the room, holding onto the porch pillar and vomiting violently.

He suppressed the churning stomach juice and the heart that was about to jump out of his throat, and with difficulty moved the flashlight away from the horrible "cocoon" and swept around.

The beam illuminated the corners of the wall and the edge of the ceiling. Several cockroach corpses, their carapaces gleaming with metallic luster, were violently torn apart by something, and the broken limbs were scattered on the sticky "spider silk" on the floor.

"Sheriff! I...we..."

Emily's voice trembled uncontrollably.

Sheriff Chandler took a deep breath, then he turned around suddenly.

"Retreat! Everyone, leave the house immediately! Seal off the scene! Set up the highest level of security! Notify the state police and the FBI! And..."

He wanted to say inform Peter Patrick.

Such a bizarre murder case was definitely not done by humans.

Forget it, I can't trouble Peter for everything.

He knew that Peter had spent a lot of energy in dealing with the army of "Demons from Hell".

Peter is busy saving the world every day, so it's better not to bother him with things like this.

"Let's go out first and wait for support."

The next day.

Padraic Farm.

The air after the rain exudes a fresh smell of earth.

Little Mordred, who had just woken up, supported himself on the ground with his hands, and turned into a puppy on all fours, running after "Murphy" with a "grunt".

Even though he was only four or five years old, Mordred's energy and destructiveness were comparable to that of a seven or eight year old child.

Peter examined Mordred the night she first arrived.

He discovered that although Mordred's body looked like that of a four or five-year-old, his physical strength had long surpassed that of a normal adult.

Within his tiny body, even before he has grown up, he already possesses great strength and the natural combat experience of a warrior.

In the Type-Moon setting, Mordred is a clone of Altria created by Morgan.

Although she is an artificial human, she is the biological child of Altria. Morgan used magic to confuse Altria, who was simulated as a man, and collected her sperm to cultivate it in her own ovaries, resulting in the birth of Mordred.

Afterwards, Morgan explained his origins to Mordred, who had no rebellious intentions.

That is, the truth that he is the illegitimate son of Altria and Morgan, and that "King Arthur does not know that Mordred is his child, and even if he knows, he will not admit that he has such a filthy child."

Although she carries her mother's delusions, her admiration for King Arthur far exceeds that ambition.

Although she is not a normal human being, she believes that she and the king have the same blood.

As the king's heir, she would be her father's proudest child.

But until the end, Altria still clearly rejected Mordred.

At this time, Mordred, who knew nothing about his identity as an artificial human, ran out of the farm chasing the puppy "Murphy".

Mordred didn't stop until he reached the woods.

Looking at the woods around him, Mordred felt a little dangerous and picked up the puppy cautiously.

She looked around and finally found a man squatting and bending over by a nearby stream.

Young Mordred walked towards the man and asked curiously behind him.

A young man of about seventeen or eighteen years old stood up. He was thin and wore glasses. He was holding a glass bottle in his hand and was stunned for a moment.

Then he pointed to the moth in the bottle and said to the curious little Mordred, "I am catching this insect."

"insect?"

The young man said to Xiao Mo with a smile.

Little Mordred was immediately attracted, "Why is it so huge?"

"There are so many locusts that there are 100 to 200 million per acre on average, and the total number reaches trillions, far exceeding the scale of the locust plague in Africa last year."

"Wow, cool!"

(End of this chapter)